What Are You Reading??

Use me-Alejandro Vargas NSFW

Based on a request:

The way you write is undoubtedly amazing but the way you write nsfw Alejandro is near magical. With that being said, I'm in need of your art, if you're keen to do it😫 Alejandro x f!reader nsfw - dog tags baby, I need them used obscenely. I need those tags dangling in readers face, I need them being used like reigns because 'salva un caballo, monta un vaquero' , Alejandro ventures too far south for far too long?? USE THEM TAGS LIKE A LEASH. *clears throat* I kindly thank you for your time of day, I will now leave this establishment.

F!Reader, MDNI, 18+, smut, f!ingering, P-in-V, unprotected!sex, cowgirl!position

A/N: Straight to it...

Your legs parted by his own, lips on yours, the wet kisses filling the silent room. His dog tags tease your bare chest. "Mi amor, look at how wet you are." He chuckles, his fingers rubbing your clit. You close your eyes and enjoy the pleasure he is giving you. "Ale...fuck baby" your hands guiding his fingers. He continues to kiss you, lips trailing down to your sensitive neck. Your moans made him want more, your lips and touches had become an addiction he couldn't shake off quickly. The way your hand tugged on the chain of his dog tags, choking him and bringing out the masochist in him, he smirks and leans in.

"You keep doing that and I'll show you why they call me a cowboy," he whispers seductively in your ear, the hot of his breath tickling your skin. Your eyes meet, passion and lust filling the gap between you two. Once his two fingers stretched your tight cunt, you knew he was beginning to prepare you for his size. The wetness of your cunt makes it easy for his fingers to slide inside of you each time. "Oh mi chula, look how easy you are getting for me," he teases the tip of his dick on the entrance of your pussy. Your hips move, "More...more..please." Your desperate words mix with your needy moans. He lets out a deep chuckle, "What a dirty slut, mi chula." he kisses your breasts and licks your hardened nipples.

He turns you over, now he lays on his back while you begin to guide the tip of his dick to your now needy cunt. A small gasp as his thick dick enters you, he grins and looks up at you. "Take it easy, mi chula." his hands guiding your hips. "Feels good?" he asks you, your fingers playing with the chain on his neck, you nod. "Good," he gives your thighs a few slaps and increases his speed. Your tits bounce at the rhythm, he moans and you pull on his chain. "Kiss me, Ale," you request and he smiles.

Your lips meet his. His tongue teases your bottom lip, "Mi amor," he whispers, kissing you. Your tits on his chest, his dick pounding into you, his balls hitting you, filling more of the room's silence. Your moans and his groans, letting the others outside listen to the pleasures you both gave the other. His thrusts become sloppy as he gets closer to cumming inside of you, his pre-cum leaking from you. "Fuck..." his hand cupping your face aggressively, "Don't you dare look away from me now." he notices you rolling your eyes back. You nod and try to keep eye contact, he grins and gives your ass a good slap.

His hands fly back to your hips, slow but rough thrusts as his seed fills you up. He moans, his head thrown back to the pillow, you continue to ride him, your hands on his chest, your hips swaying back and forth. "Ale" you whine a moan. He looks up at you and places his chain around your neck, he pulls you closer and gives your lips a long and passionate kiss. "You are such a good little girl for me." he kisses you once more and lets you rest on his chest.

A/N: I literally don't know where to go from here...

Tags: @lucyisdoingfine

I'm acc clinging on the scraps of valeria content on ur account I need moreee ahhhh. Imma re-request valeria teacher fic bcs i need to tell you how important it is to me 😭🙇‍♀️

Miss Garza Imagines!!

Valeria Garza x fem!reader

Warnings: Teacher x student relationship (obvs), lots of smooches, mentions of eating out, strap-on sex, talk of jealousy and implied age gap.

Rating: Fluffy smut with some angst wedged inbetween but overall her being so sweet and hot

Notes: Im back and better than ever!!! I don't think you all understand the sheer amount of you fuckers asking me for more teacher Valeria. I swear there's like 8 of yall but I'm here to feed your obessesions! i love her sm :((

mwah x

♡ - Miss Garza who never fails to drag you into her classroom before you leave, whispering in your ear in that sultry tone that she adores to use how adorable that new necklace looks on you. That same necklace she bought you thats in the shape of a simple gold heart thats adorned so sweetly between the valley of your chest, the back of it engraved with a simple initial, V.

♡ - Miss Garza who leaves a stamp of her perfectly shaped lips on every assignment you turn in. The kiss mark is always a shade of dark rouge that usually matches the very same one you had smeared over your thighs the night before.

♡ - Miss Garza who persistently insists that you should come to summer school! That summer school being her lavish mansion and the work being the two of you wrapped up in her silk sheets. Accompanied by the sweet sounds of your moans and whimpers as she pushes her strap further and further inside of you.

"Oh don't worry, I know you can take it."

"Such a good girl for me, I told you that you could handle it. Didn't i?"

♡ - Miss Garza who brings you breakfast every morning to assure that her favourite student is full of nutrients for her after-class session with her. She usually bakes her own perfectly sweet pastries for her some how even sweeter girl.

♡ - Miss Garza who always takes you to the most lavish and expensive restaurants. She always tells you that nothing is off of limits and that shocked little expression painted on your face, as you step out of the car, just makes every penny worth it. She always assures that your atleast two towns over. She doesn't want those jealous, scum-bag esque ex-boyfriends finding out and ruining it all for you both.

♡ - Miss Garza who places you perfectly still in her lap as she's marking all those ,in her words, stupid papers. She keeps a hand on your thigh as she's doing so and places chaste kisses on your cheek every now and then. She assures you that she knows that it's boring yet it'll all be worth it when she's finished...

♡ - Miss Garza who rewards you graciously after you present her with an award-winning essay. She never even tells you that you've well, not even a word is uttered. She just beckons you over to her car; the back seat already pushed down and adorned with soft blankets.

She always goes so gentle on nights like those, her soft kisses are paired with even softer words of praise trailing up your thighs. Almost as if she pushed any harder you'd break. She practically pushes you down onto her face if you protest. She couldn't care less about apparently 'suffocating'.

Tags: @crimsonbubble , @warrenkcle , @southernbluebellereader , @simonrileyscockring ,@smmy-winchster @vangoghcoffeeco , @graves-aviators , @sarahs-secrets2 , @fang-kisses , @lilywastaken

EVERYONE STOP AND LOOK AT THESE

@/vhenan_virabelasan on instagram

biker!Ghost 2 1 , 2 , 3 , 3.5 , 4

⇝ chica linda .

Alejandro Vargas x Fem!Reader.

SUMMARY: You give Alejandro a massage.

WARNINGS: AFAB!Fem!Reader (no use of Y/N!), NSFW !

A/N: blaming this all on @lucyisdoingfine because I have been thinking about Alejandro and Rudy for hours thanks to our conversations 😔 enjoy the actual word vomit that is fucking Alejandro on the couch <33

WORD COUNT: 1.5k

MASTERLIST.

Also on ao3!

save a horse ride a cowboy-

"Ay, mi amor."

The sounds that were leaving your husband were nothing short of graphic, his built body trembling beneath you as you worked on his muscles, trying your best to keep him from falling off the sofa every time his mind went numb.

"That good?"

"Si, Dios- yes." You watched him shove his head into the pillow, a shiver running down his spine as you put pressure on a specific point in his back. "Hng…"

"You're so fucking tense, Ale. It's ridiculous. Why're you so stressed?" You cooed, stopping momentarily to lean down and press a soft kiss to his name, smiling at the muffled moan that left his lips.

"You…"

"Me?" You replied, adjusting yourself on the seat you'd taken at the small of his back, resuming your work. "Do I stress you out?"

Alejandro screwed his eyes shut as he felt your hands continue to roam his sculpted back, the feeling of your plush thighs pressed against his waist enough to push him over the edge.

"You're sitting half naked on my back, nena… Of course you're stressing me out." He grumbled, a moan interrupting him as you pressed onto a knot between his shoulders.

"Oh?"

"Stressing me out that I can't just take you right now." You giggled at the desperation that filled his voice, finishing with the stress in his back and running your hands over the countless scars that littered his tan skin, letting yourself collapse on his back.

"You need to relax. I can take care of you." Your arms sneaked around his upper body, smuggling your face between his shoulder blades, peppering kisses over the rough skin. "Can't I, Ale?"

"Pero, mi vida-"

"Shh. You're always the one taking care of me, shouldn't I get to return the favour?" Your hands burrowed their way out from under him and started running down the sides of his torso, taking your time in feeling the toned muscles beneath your fingertips. "C'mon, turn around."

You lifted yourself off him so he could move underneath you, grunting until he was lying on his back, flushed face and darkened eyes meeting yours.

"Hi." You greeted with a coo, hand coming up to cup his face and run your thumb over the apple of his cheeks. "So handsome."

A sleazy grin pulled at Alejandro's lips, his ego getting stroked every time you gave him a compliment, especially during moments like these. "Ven pa'ca."

His hands gripped at your thighs as you sat yourself back down on his lap, leaning down to press your lips to his, your own hands grabbing at his shoulders and slowly making their way up to grab at his hair.

"Mi chica linda…" he murmured against your lips, grinding his crotch up onto your clothed cunt. "Thank you."

"Thank you?" You repeated softly as you pulled back, arching your back so you could mimic his movements and slowly rub yourself on the tent in his boxers, lying your head on one of his wide shoulders and gazing up at him, growing warm as he moved his head to stare at you through half lidded eyes.

"Mm, for taking care of me." He purred, hands landing on your ass and tugging at your underwear, snickering as he pulled at the elastic and let it snap back against your skin, slowly starting to pull them down as he ceased both your movements.

"You're my husband, Ale. Gotta make sure you're well taken care of." You raised your hips to make it easier for him to get rid of your panties, returning the favour by pulling his boxers down enough to let his cock spring out, mouth watering at the sight of it slapping against his tummy. "God, I always forget how big you are."

He chuckled, letting out a hiss as you took it in your hand, running it up and down and rubbing your thumb over the head as his thick pre started leaking out. "Need a reminder, nena?"

You rolled your eyes at his never ending cockiness, letting go of him and moving yourself to hover over him, both of you letting out a moan and groan respectively at the feeling of the head of his cock prodding at your entrance.

"Dios, come on." His fingers dug into your thighs as he tried to press you down, but a swift slap to his chest got him to snap out of it.

"Calm down…" you murmured, running your fingers through the coarse hair that littered his upper body. "Taking it slow, okay?"

You saw the frustration fill his face at the thought of having to wait even longer to have you sat on his cock, so you slowly started to push yourself down on him, a soft moan leaving your lips as you felt every last inch of him pressing against your walls.

"Fuck, Ale!"

"Mírate, amor…" He breathed out with a groan, hand hitting the top of the sofa and gripping the fabric, keeping himself from just moving you both and absolutely wrecking you from behind like he always did.

"G-give me a second, Ale…" You whimpered, rolling your hips in order to adjust yourself to his size, your wetness dripping out and soaking his pubes and balls. "God, you feel so so good…"

"Con calma…" He whispered, hands caressing your thighs as he urged you to take it slowly, pressing himself up a bit to both help you take him and create some friction.

"I can do it…" You doubled over and arched your back so you could bounce up and down on his cock slowly, unlike all the past times Alejandro had gotten you to ride him as fast as you could, wrecking your insides and rendering you dumb.

"Yeah, there you go." He growled, hands helping you move along his cock, his hands gripping your love handles in hopes that that would ground him enough to keep himself from losing it. "Good girl, esa es."

God, you loved how perfect this angle felt, it let you feel every vein and ridge of his cock pressing against your walls, the head of his cock easily battering against your cervix every time you were pulled down.

"Hng! Got- Fuck, faster-" You whined to yourself as you started to feel that familiar knot forming in your tummy, legs shaking as you tried your best to go a bit faster, screwing your eyes shut in concentration.

"Need me to take over, amor?" Alejandro let out a breathless chuckle, slapping at your thigh to watch you tremble as you tried lifting yourself up.

You wanted to shake your head, to continue until you were both sweaty and cum-lax, but you knew that you didn't have as much stamina as he did to continue, lying yourself on his chest and nodding your head, mewling against his sweaty skin.

"Yes, please…"

You cried out as his open palm hit your ass this time, both of them grabbing at your cheeks and spreading them, using them as leverage to slam up into you the way he knew both of you liked, laughing out heartily as he watched your eyes roll into the back of your head.

"Así? You like it?"

"Mhm, yes, god, yes! I love it, Ale!"

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the living room, the sounds that were leaving both of you nothing less than pornographic.

The feeling of your husband's cock wrecking your insides was amazing, tears filling your eyes as you felt the knot inside of you get ready to snap, the pleasure filling your body immeasurable to the point where your brain shut off.

"C'mon, mi amor. You can do it. Ya sabes, I'm not finishing before you." He cooed into your ear, peppering kisses over your sweaty face as drool pooled down onto his chest. "Ay, my dumb girl."

Your mouth opened in a silent scream as you finally got pushed over the edge along with his dirty talk spoken in that beautiful voice of his, your cunt clenching around his cock and soaking it in your juices, most of them running pooling down onto the sofa and covering his balls.

"Carajo, you've soaked me, mi vida." He laughed, pressing your ass down onto him with one hand while the other tangled itself in your hair, moving your head up so you could slot your lips together, drool and spit being shared in a desperate kiss as you rode out your high and Alejandro continued slamming into you chasing his own.

"Where do you want it?" He moaned out as he let you go, holding your head in place so he could continue covering your face in sloppy messy kisses, your lipstick that had rubbed onto his lips staining your own face. "Dentro?"

"Inside!" You spluttered out, tears running down your cheeks as he groaned out, spilling into you with one final powerful thrust.

The feeling of his spend gushing into you was enough to make another orgasm run through your body, both of you clinging to each other as you enjoyed the warmth and pleasure you were sharing.

"Como te amo…" Alejandro sighed out as he pulled you closer to him, wrapping your arms around your waist and letting you cockwarm him until he deemed it enough. "Mi chica linda…"

Three Brothers & Three Sisters

Night Triumphant and Stars Eternal

Lady Death and Lord Bloodshed

Death and his Lovely Fawn

[Stunning ACOTAR pins from @0nceuponapin on Instagram]

(Art by @__alex_oxy_)

What are you reading?? Part 2

A/N: So... It blew up, I didn't expect that to happen. And most of you wanted a part 2, so I made a part 2. You can find part one here.

CW: Sexual stuff. I don't know what I'm doing

Summary: After the boys find you reading a smut book, they take it upon themselves to tease you. This is the result of the boys teasing you.

After your meeting with Price your interaction with Johnny had sort of been forgotten. You still keep your book close as you walk back to your room for the evening, intent on getting some rest after the long day.

When you step into your room, you are surprised to see Johnny sitting on your bed.

"Hey, this is my room, Johnny."

Johnny hums. "I know." He motions you over and you hesitantly sit next to him. "Still got that book hey?" He snatches it from you.

"Johnny! Give my book back!"

You fight to grab it, pushing him against the bed and reaching for it. He chuckles, having you so close.

"You cheeky little-"

Johnny slips out from under you with the book. "Sorry sweetheart." He grins, his hand coming down and slapping you on the ass, making you gasp in surprise. "You've had your turn with this."

You turn around just as the door closes but you aren't sure what the hell to do. You just stare, blush forming across your face and your heart melts.

Johnny is actually just teasing you, I literally had no endgame for his... I tried to write one though

It was late when you finish your paperwork. You're tired and sore from sitting down all day despite how comfortable your office chairs are.

Finally, you signed the last piece of paper and stood, stretching out your sore muscles.

Now... Time to go try and get your book back from Price. Wouldn't that be a lecture? You hadn't forgotten what he'd said earlier, it made your heart pound in your chest.

You got to his office and knocked on the door. "Captain? Can I come in?"

"It's open."

You opened the door and slipped inside, Price had a cigar in his mouth and was idly sitting there relaxing.

"I uh... I finished my paperwork and I'd like my book back."

Price took a long drag of his cigar and looked at you. He motions you over, so you came. Price contemplates it. "Did you work hard Princess?"

Your insides drop.

"Yes Captain, I finished my paperwork." You try to ignore it but the things it did to you makes you feel utterly filthy.

John's free hand reaches your hip and strokes it with his thumb. He motions you down on his lap. Your heart flutters wildly in your chest. You maneuver to straddle him, all the heat in your stomach plunging further.

Price continues to rub your hip.

"Can't decide if you've been a good girl or not today, reading all those... Things."

You suddenly feel very inclined to make things better. Your heart leaps, leaning in and kissing his neck. "Captain." It comes out strained, trying to keep your breathing together.

Price continues to smoke his cigar as you kiss up his throat and down his collar.

He pulls you back gently and hums. "You've been a very good girl today, we all make mistakes darlin'"

"You've made daddy very happy. I think you deserve a reward."

You whine, that finally doing it too you. "Price!" You bury your head in his neck, hips pivoting and grinding against his thigh.

"Good girl. Tell me what you want sweetheart."

Your breaths come out jagged as you slide down to your knees and tug at his belt. Price chuckles.

He presses out his cigar and undoes his belt for you. You pry open his zipper and kiss along his stomach. Price's hand strokes the back of your head when you pull out his cock.

"That's it," he coos. "take daddy's cock like a good girl."

You whine, kissing his length and taking him in your mouth. His hand curls in your hair, letting you have a moment before gently guiding you down on his length.

He groans deeply, watching you choke when you reach his base. "There you go, such a good girl for daddy."

You come back up, choking on spit. He lights up another cigar while you bob your head down the Captain's length. Price watches you, tangling his fingers in your hair.

He brought you back down all the way and kept you there, watching you choke and swallow harshly. He grins and takes another drag.

Price did not let you leave his office until you had fully earned the rights to your book back in full.

I don't trust myself to write smut guys, I'm sorry if it's weird

Gaz stayed close to your ear as you read. Word after word. You read about each scene, the ideas of the lewd acts leaving an imprint on you.

Gaz's warm hands trailed down your collarbone. You tried to read, your breathing getting heavy.

"And he- Kyle-!"

Kyle kissed your lobe, hands sinking under your shirt. You whined for the touch but Gaz wasn't going to have it. "Keep reading sweetheart."

"Not like this-"

He pinches and twists your nipples. "Read it sweetheart." His tone remains smooth as honey as delicate as a flower, but his actions are commanding, telling you to read.

You gulp and keep reading, even as his hands groped and play, making your insides hurt so good.

You whimpered, shuddering when you flipped the page. Gaz's hands trailed back up your shirt and he rounded the couch. Finally you could see his handsome face in front of you.

"Kyle-"

"I doubt my name is in that book." He kneels in front of you, and you can see the bulge in his pants.

He pushes your knees apart gently with his hands and slowly pulls off your pants. You keep reading, your voice growing shaky and stumbling over words In anticipation of his next move.

Your bottom half completely exposed, Kyle moved forward, sinking two fingers into your cunt.

You gasped and moaned.

"Oh please, please Kyle-"

He slaps you gently, removing his fingers.

Tears start to fill your eyes, trying to read. Just two more pages, just two more pages. But you didn't want it to end.

You recapture your thoughts as much as you can and continue. As you as you start, so does Kyle, sinking in and pressing his tongue between your legs.

You jump, shifting your hips in excitement. Kyle keeps you steady, working you unwound so effortlessly.

You gasp and pant through your words, shaking and moaning loudly. Your thoughts begin to slur together with each stroke of his tongue.

His fingers dip into your entrance again, stretching you nicely around him while his tongue teases your clit with fast flicks.

You manage to finish the chapter and toss the book on the couch. You throw your head back and moan, pressing your hands through Kyle's hair.

"Kyle- more, more, more!!" He brings you undone so effortlessly. You rake your fingers over his scalp, canting your hips up against him in pleasure.

Kyle hums happily, sucking your clit. "Good job sweetheart." He mutters.

Everything feels hot and dizzy when you reach your limit, spasming and coming.

You pant, head heavy and empty. He laps at your spend and kisses your clit, making you jerk your hips.

Kyle kisses up your stomach. "You did so well for me sweetheart." He whispers. "Good girl."

You whimper when he leans over you, your hand coming up to stroke his cheek.

"Now, get comfortable. If you don't come a second time before they get back, I'll let them watch."

You slip into Ghost's room, the darkness making your skin crawl. The barren walls and the simple bed in the corner.

You reach the middle of the room and Ghost was back behind you, guiding you to the wall and pressing himself up against you.

"Should have known you'd come here for more."

His hand strokes your throat, pulling your head back and locking his thumb and forefinger into the sensitive spots under your jaw.

You moan, hands curling into fists against the cold wall.

"Ghost..." You whimper.

He grunts, rutting his hips down against you, holding you perfectly still like a doll. You gasp and fight for air in your lungs, your insides betraying how you should be feeling.

"You into this shit?" He asks, voice raspy against your ear.

"Please, please Ghost-"

He growls and presses you closer to the wall, his hand grabs your hip and arches your back.

Tears fill your eyes and you pull at his hand.

He scoffs. "You are into this shit."

He keeps you pressed against the wall though his hands leave you. You hear his belt buckle click and slide and it makes your heart race.

When he's ready he grabs your arm and turns you around. You look up at him, he grabs your shoulder and forces you down onto your knees.

"Ghost-"

"Shush. I didn't ask you to talk."

Tears slip down your cheeks, you inch closer and take his hard cock in your hand.

He watches you with his usual disapproving look as you take him into your mouth. You barely get halfway before you start to choke.

Ghost grabs the back of your head and forces you down. You choke and grab his thighs for support, more tears in your eyes.

He grunts. "You like this don't you? You and your weird fuckin' books."

You can't reply, trying to take Ghost as best you could.

He tugs your hair, rocking his hips against you. His hands slide down from your hair to your jaw. He cups your jaw and your neck, keeping you still while he uses you.

He went until your jaw was sore and all you could do was moan lazily.

"Fucking whore." He grunts, dragging the saliva on his cock over your bottom lip.

He forced you back up against the wall and wastes no time fingering you. It's not consistent or long, his fingers gone before you can enjoy it. He lines up his cock and is shoving into you. His girth stretches you wide and has you a moaning, melting mess. He shoves you further into the wall and your back arches. It's sloppy and his cock ruins your insides, your thoughts slurring until there was nothing left.

He kept his hand locked on your throat, watching you lose yourself with every thrust.

"Fuck-" he pounds into you, watching you writhe and whimper under him. He stretches you out and fucks you drunk on him.

And he was right, by the end of the night the story you'd read barely compared.

Alejandro came between your legs and stroked your chin. "Quieres tanto esto, ¿verdad? Quieres ser una puta sólo para nosotros."

Your bottom lip wobbles.

Rodolfo moves you out of your seat and forces you down gently onto the floor. You watch Alejandro stand over you, forced down on your hands and knees when Rodolfo leans over you.

He presses his chest to your back, hands groping your chest.

Alejandro undoes his belt and strokes your chin. It's all too much, watching Alejandro and feeling Rodolfo undoing his own gear and pulling down your pants.

"Se ve tan hermoso para nosotros como este." Rodolfo whispers in your ear.

Your heart pounds in your chest.

"Say the word amor, and we're all yours." Alejandro purred.

"Please... Please, yes." You whimper.

Rodolfo's hand pulls down your underwear, pushing two fingers into your entrance. You gasp and moan, arching into it.

Alejandro grabs your chin firmly and presses his cock to your lips. Rodolfo makes you moan, Alejandro fitting his thick girth down your throat.

Tears fill your eyes. Alejandro guides you along his cock while Rodolfo peppers your back in soft kisses, stretching you out nicely.

He is gentle with you, whispering sweet words in your ear and playfully squeezing your breasts.

Alejandro feels heat pool in his stomach watching his best friend treat you like that. "Mm, you gonna let Rodolfo ruin you?? You gonna let him use you amor?"

Your knees shake, hands balling into fists, hungry and eager.

Rodolfo retracts his fingers and lines up to you. He shares a glance with Alejandro before pushing in. It stretches and burns, his girth much thicker than you expected. And it makes you choke down on Alejandro.

They rock you back and forth. The soft front Rodolfo had put up soon gone as he pounds at an unholy pace deep inside of you.

"Fuck yes, letting us ruin you like this." Rodolfo growled. He fit you so nicely inside your walls. You come faster than you'd expected, clenching around Rodolfo and whimpering as you come.

It all went so fast, at some point Rodolfo had picked you up in his arms like you weighed nothing and slammed you down on the desk. Alejandro purring with each rough stroke, Rodolfo rocking you against the desk.

"Mira lo que le has hecho a Alejandro, puta."

Alejandro is a mess, movements frantic and desperate. He has a tight hold on your throat when he finishes, head falling back as he slows.

Rodolfo holds out, making you gasp and moan loudly before he finishes soon after, leaving you a mess. Feeling warm and destroyed.

Alejandro sees the tired hungry glazing over your eyes. He smears the last of his spend across your lips.

"You won't be needing that book back my dear." Alejandro whispers in your ear.

A/N: I don't write smut often, and not for XReaders, but I knew what I was getting into so I did my best to make you a worthy part 2 with the criteria I was comfortable with. It's a bit awkward because it's not a whole fic, but I think it's ok. And I do hope you enjoyed it. Now I'm going to go write something fluffy to reclaim my soul.

Desperate

COD Men x FemReader

Hear me out: a sex pollen fic where reader isn’t affected but he is and he is gone.

Word count: ~3.6k

A/N: It’s just the poorly written sex pollen drabble of my dreams, it’s fuck or die lads. Insert your favorite COD man here. Please forgive me for any spelling/grammar mistakes and my complete lack of knowledge regarding military things, all I know is that these men are hot and I love them.

Warnings: sex pollen, unprotected PIV (wrap it up), overstimulation, dubious consent (consent is sexy folks)

Banner credit: @cafekitsune

You all had been briefed at 0200. The flight to Berlin left at 0300 where the team would be infiltrating a terrorist hideout, a suspected manufacturing site for a new chemical agent. You were told that as long as you didn’t ingest it, you would be fine.

The fact that it had been made airborne was not in the fucking briefing.

The team had been split into pairs, you and he took the North side of the suspected warehouse. The size of it should have tipped you all off. Everything was running smoothly until 3 combatants had come from the door at the end of the corridor. He called for cover and ran ahead. You dropped two before he even got a stride in. The other he disarmed in seconds and then with a deafening crack, both men slammed through a door and into the resulting room. A brief struggle then silence. You heard him start to call the ok, his voice in the comm sounding clearer than earlier, then a noise, a pop, and the sound of air. You froze, watching a gas spill from the open door and dissipate immediately. Just when you started moving again, a growling, “Don’t,” tore through the comm. Then, the sound of ripping Velcro and something hard (his helmet you realized with a sickening drop) hitting the concrete floor echoed out to you. Soft murmurs that grew into angry outbursts of fuck fuck fuck transformed into one that became a groan of what sounded like complete and utter pain. You didn’t even have to think, the severity of the situation settled in. “It’s a gas,” you barked into the comms, “Northside hit, need medevac in 30, going dark.” You waited for confirmation, seconds after getting it and receiving news that the warehouse was almost cleared, you went to find him.

You knew what it did, you all did. Jokes had been made, smirks shared, but you all knew how bad it was. You weren’t even close to prepared. He was sitting against the far wall or rather pressed into it using it to keep his now shaking frame upright, gear strewn around the room, combatant on your immediate left with a mask (his mask, the masks you all were wearing just in fucking case) gripped in a dead hand, an empty canister mockingly sitting in the middle of the room. 

You gripped the combatant by his legs and dragged him to the hall, before slamming the door shut upon reentry and grabbing a near chair to jam the door. You immediately began stripping yourself of your outer tactical gear until you both matched in only your boots, pants, and base shirts and then you turned your attention to him. Now kneeling by his side you took him in, looking for any other injuries noting nothing serious. That almost made you laugh with relief until you saw the front of his pants and him frantically palming the growing outline. You swallowed and quickly looked at his face shocked back to the reality of the current situation. The usually stoic, always larger than life, incredibly strong man in front of you was reduced to tears dripping from his now blown and hazy eyes, falling down flushed cheeks and landing on the front of his shirt that clung to his hyperventilating chest. You knew he had been shot, stabbed often, and left for dead a time or two, but this…

Shiny and new neurotoxin, you remembered the brief, attacks the nervous system, causing the mark to feel intense arousal and as if they have been lit on fire, specially formulated not only to cause pain but a complete and utter breakdown of will as victims often experience hallucinations and loss of self. If left in the system, it raises the core temperature until convulsions set in, and then heart attack occurs. Do not touch it.

No one had to ask how it was worked out of the system. Then again, they all believed they were too smart to touch the shit. Couldn’t do much about breathing it in when your mask was ripped from your face though.

  Your hand pressed to his slick forehead now radiating heat, and feeling as if it could burn you like an open flame. At the touch of your blessedly cool hand, he hissed a low fuck through his gritted teeth, keening into your touch. You swallowed, hand tilting his cheek to look up at you when you asked, “Can I help?”  His hair was sticking up at all angles from the helmet being hastily pulled from his head, and he looked up at you and gave one weak nod, “Please.”

Upon looking at the desperation pooling in those dark eyes (those eyes you often were caught staring at) any small reservations evaporated from your body under his burning gaze. You swiftly reached out, mercifully helping him escape from the now too-tight pants, the bite of his zipper. The moment your skin brushed against the head of him he was bucking up against it. You had to reach the other hand out to steady yourself against his shoulder, another touch that jutted his hips and had him twitching into your grip.

“Is- is this helping?” you croaked out, struggling to swallow, struggling to contain the wave of arousal that was threatening to course through you. He nodded, chin slack against his chest as he watched your hand work against him, moving up and down against the veins seemingly trying to break through his skin. No thoughts went through his mind other than the knowledge that you were jerking him off and that it felt so good that he could cry in relief. But then something shuddered within him, something loud and fast like a wildfire, burning just as much, and hot thick ropes of cum spilled over your hand. He couldn’t even cry out, it happened so fast. His breath was coming out in loud pants, when a new thought, the thought that he had just come in maybe thirty seconds flashed through his mind but it was quickly replaced with the horrible realization that the feeling of being on fire wasn’t going away. It was getting worse, out of control, containment measures failed. At this, he let out a sob as his hips moved of their own volition into your still soothing grip. It wasn’t enough, he knew, you knew, it wasn’t enough.

 You stood, and he whimpered at the loss of your touch but all sound stopped in his throat when he watched you decisively unzip your pants and pull them down to your ankles underwear included, kicking off a boot, and one pant leg. When you straddled his lap he desperately pulled you down onto him, your exposed core grinding down where he wanted you, where he fucking needed you, that’s when he began to talk. Begging you to help him, saying that he’s sorry over and over, that he needs your help, incoherent babbling from a breaking mind, please it hurts so bad, I-I don’t, I can’t- fuck, I need you... All cool, calm, collectedness burnt to fucking ash. Just a man reduced to pure longing and want. A longing and want that might be what was threatening to kill him, not the toxin, just the build up over the days, weeks, months he had been around you threatening to crush him. He almost wants to die, this was never how it was supposed to be. He wanted it to be good for you, you deserve that, you deserve better, he could have given you better-

But now what was he? A heaving chest under a sweat soaked shirt beneath eyes that watch you like some feral animal. Hands wanting to claw at the clothing now so heavy, hot, and itchy against his burning skin, but instead were gripping onto your hips like it’s going to save him from burning to a crisp. The broken moans tearing their way from his throat when you line up his painfully hard cock to your entrance makes you throb, and then his choking cry as you slide down on him punches the air from your chest.

“Does this feel ok?” you panted out after a moment, struggling, trying not to drown in the pleasure of him stretching you, filling you. He couldn’t form the words, couldn’t even nod. His forehead falling to your shoulder in utter relief, mouth dropped open as he repeats your name over and over like an apology, a thanks, a goddamned prayer. How all he can do is sit there on the floor of some warehouse, back against a wall, the only thing resembling his usual strength is that ironclad hold he has on your hips as he helps you drag yourself up, then, accompanied by the tortuously obscene sounds of your wetness, back down. Brokenly pleading with you not to stop, don’t stop, fuck p-please don’t stop. You feel like molten heaven against his cock, your moans like angels (or devils, he’s too far gone to care at this point) singing through the blood rushing in his ears. One of your hands again steadies yourself on his shoulder, the other steadying him, an anchor point, with your achingly gentle hold on the nape of his damp neck (so gentle that it breaks his fucking heart, he wanted to give you more, you deserved more) as you ride him. Your hips rock once more, twice more, before his body seizes up with electricity that ricochets up his spinal cord and reverberates through his skull. His fingers dig into the soft skin of your hips, teeth grinding and eyes slamming shut, as he releases inside of you with a shattered cry. The sound of you gasping, now clutching, raking your fingers into him, has his hips continuing their rutting up into you, pushing his cum as deep as he can within your walls.

He stills for 10 seconds at most, panting breaths thunderous between you two, before pulling you into his chest, his hips slamming up into you, hard and hot as if he didn’t just fuck you until he could see every neuron firing behind his eyes. His hot open mouth finds your shocked one in a perfectly surprised “o,” more apologies pushing from his lungs and into yours between loud wet kisses as he listens (is blessed with thank you God) to you beginning to come apart. You couldn’t help it, as you ground down into his thrusts, even though you knew the threatening climax was going to be terrifying. Your breathing was ragged now as well, the air becoming harder and harder to drag into your lungs in between you cursing and moaning, and then- fucking hell- you’re at the precipice. Before you can even utter a syllable you are being flung over the edge. The pleasure rips through you, waves breaking against the rocky shore, with such intensity that it hurts, causing you to dig your nails into his skin, and bright spots to dance behind your closed eyes while the distant feeling of wetness registers from between you two. He explodes again with a gasp, feels you clench around him like a vice, his name, his real name, forcing its way from inside you and into his mouth with every pulse and it tastes so so good that he can’t stop, he never wants to stop, just filling you up until it drips from you, filling you with him because you’re his, his. Even when you both whimper and shudder with overstimulation, his arms shaking in their grip around you, he can only press his forehead to yours, rolling it desperately, as he begs for your forgiveness. I can’t stop, it won’t stop, I’ll make it good, please next time I’ll make it good.

“It is good,” you whisper to him with hitched breath from each thrust, trying to reassure him, “It’s ok, it’s ok.” You don’t know if he can hear you, his eyes are wild and don’t seem to even register that you are actually on top of him, that he’s inside of you, that he has made you yell out his name over and over and over. You don’t think he even knows what he is saying. Next time.

 His own voice comes to him from somewhere far away, through the flames licking at his mind, please- fuckin’ hell please, just a little more- I just need one more, I need you, please don’t stop, I don’t want to stop nearly unrecognizable as he comes inside you again and again and again.

It isn’t until the medevac came and he was sedated that what just happened began to sink in. For a week, a fucking week, he’s in critical condition. No one talks about it, at least not in the way you all did before this. You saved him, you’re told. You don’t want to think about it, if you think about it then you think about how good it felt, how fucked it is that it felt good, and how everything is gone. If you think about all he said, you’d overthink, give meaning where there was none. He probably won’t be able to look at you anymore. You went to see him that first day. You sat next to him for mere minutes before bolting, the fear of him waking up and looking at you with disgust, telling you to get out in that icy voice you knew so well, sent you running straight to the mats to train until you wanted to scream. That’s all you did now, and that was where you decided you would stay until you died. That is until someone came and found you, told you he was awake, and that he had asked for you. The whole walk to the infirmary had adrenaline coursing through you, you wanted to run, to fight, to freeze right there in the hall and never move another fucking muscle. The thought of losing him, him being there but not wanting to be near you anymore made you feel sick. It had been so long, so long of repressing those feelings that flared in your chest when he smiled at you during sparring, the feeling of him seated next to you on a flight, his eyes catching yours just so you could stay with him. Well, you thought with dripping ire, that had literally and figuratively been fucked now hadn’t it?  

You knocked, heard his gruff voice, and entered. You stopped dead in your tracks three steps into the room after mistakenly looking up and finding him staring at you from where he sat on the edge of the bed, already dressed, looking like he was about to head out on another call. You were desperately trying not to shake but your hands gave you away. You could take on a man twice your size without batting an eye but this?- you were terrified.

The moment you walked into the room, all his time that morning when he first woke thinking about what he would say to you, how he could face you, was knocked from his mind. You had saved his life. He never wanted that. He wanted to give it to you, it was yours after all. He didn’t know when it had become yours, every single part of him, but if he had to wager a guess it was the moment he found you in his life. And it might all be ruined.

The memories had started coming to him immediately after waking up, almost more clear and real now than in the moment.  It jolted him awake so hard that the attending ran into the room for fear that his hammering heart had in fact given out. Once his breathing had calmed a little, he tried to sift through the fog. His recall of the smell of you, the arousal dripping from between your legs, mixed with your sweat and the familiar scent of your grapefruit and ginger shampoo, nearly pulled a groan from his chest. The soft touch of your hands, cool and strong against the fire that spread through his blood, had brought him back. The feeling of you breaking, the soft whines, the way you said his name… the things he had said, he couldn’t just shut the fuck up could he?

He had to bring his hands up to cover his eyes, willing the images to go away, just for a moment, please, he just needed some time, if only he had time- next time. Next time, he had told you. A desperate promise, a reassurance, trying to tell you that it wasn’t just the chemical coursing through him, it wasn’t just his hijacked nervous system. Did she know? Did she understand? That’s when he asked for you, without thinking, just wanting to see you, to explain. He had never been good with words unless it was biting sarcasm across comms or coolly delivering ultimatums in an interrogation. Then he remembered, the thing that sent his heart barreling through his chest for the second time, the machine next to him screaming. It is good, you had said, it’s ok, it’s ok, you had whispered.  

He ripped the monitors off his chest, ignoring the doctor's protestations, found the clothes that had been brought in for him and got dressed. Now that you were standing here before him he was unsure. You looked scared, and he could count on one hand all the times he had seen you in such a state.

His staring was unnerving, more unnerving than if he had shouted, yelled, grabbed you, anything but this, this was fucking torture. You had to leave, just get off base, go somewhere, anywhere but here- the sudden sound of your name shook you from the reverie. The tone had your eyes finding his immediately.

He stayed seated, scared that if he stood, if he made his way to you, you would run, and you both knew that you were much quicker than him. If you ran, if you left, he would never catch up.  Only when his knuckles began to ache did he realize how tightly he was gripping the edge of the mattress in an effort to keep himself there. It was hard to look at you and not remember the way you had looked when you pressed your hand to his forehead, when you had thrown your head back in pleasure, when you had grabbed his face when he was too exhausted to continue but thankfully no longer felt like he was burning alive. It was hard to remember and not stride across the room and hold you. He took a breath and forced his shoulders to relax in a way that he had done so many times before.

“I-,” he started, his voice cutting through the room, his normal voice, the one you recognized as him and it set you slightly at ease from sheer familiarity, “I’m so sorry.” Now he had to turn his eyes downcast.

“What?” Your response, the shock in your voice, forced him to look at you again. Your hands itched at your sides, confusion rippling across your face.

His eyes narrowed, he knew you so well. Always blaming yourself. “I’m sorry,” he repeated, “I’m sorry that happened, I’m sorry you were put in that position,” the word choice made him nearly cringe. He continued, “I never-I didn’t want it to happen that way.”

Your brain jolted, standing there in shocked silence, his words thundering through your ears accompanied by the pleading of next time.

He pressed on, desperately trying, “I know you, you’re going to think this was your fault. It wasn’t. There was nothing either of us could do, thank you for your, uh, help. Just- fuck, please just say some-,”

Shock still swept through you, the words escaped your mouth before you could think, “Did you mean it?” You figured by the way he leaned back that he knew what you were talking about. Then he held out a hand, palm up, an offering. Before you knew it, you had crossed the room, putting your hand in his and letting it gently pull you between his legs. His giant frame meant even sitting on the gurney that his gaze was level with yours, and those eyes searched your own when one word sounded through the room.

“Yes.”

This word broke you. One fucking word, one word that answered every glance between you two, every smile shared, a word you brokenly whispered into the night when you had a hand between your legs thinking about him knowing you shouldn’t. You hadn’t cried all week, but now the giant tears rolling down your cheeks felt like a release. When his free hand, warm and rough, swiped them away you couldn’t help leaning into it, just as he had done. All tension, all fear, dissipated from the room. That hand continued to just below your ear, cupping your neck, and gently pulling you forward to press his head against yours, eyes shutting, just resting there against each other in the moment.

“What the fuck are we gonna do?” you sighed.

You could feel the smirk that you knew was slipping across his mouth.

“Well, I did say next time.”

This time when you rode him with the small bed creaking beneath the movements, he stopped you any time you tried to speed up (it was your turn to beg and plead), keeping you at a languid torturous pace. That way the bastard had all the time in the world to whisper into your mouth, letting you taste each word, all the things he would do to you next time and all the times after that.

Thank you so much for reading, please let me know what you think! :)

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 | 𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧 "𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭" 𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲

Summary: Your boyfriend returns from the latest deployment and you're ready to spend a nice evening together. But his past haunts him especially during the night while you lay in his arms.

A/N: I needed comfort, okay? HE NEEDED IT. That's it, just snuggling and stuff. Enjoy.

Warnings: generally comfort/fluff, mentions of miliatry and related PTSD, a hint of past intercourse

Word count: 1.3k

When he finally arrived at the apartament and locked the doors behind his hunched back, Simon let out a loud sigh. The tips of his coarse fingers brushed against the blonde hair on his occiput. He put down black hockey bag and made his way to the living room.

━ Simon! 

A voice so familiar and heartwarming made his tired body spark with a dash of joy. He turned around to face you just in time, as your legs wrapped around his hips in a cheerful hop.

He caught you by your thighs and hoisted even higher to secure your form. 

━ Missed you too, luv. ━ Simon stated happily, when you pressed a soft kiss onto the new scar on his jawline. Perhaps, it was one of the old ones, but you hadn’t noticed it earlier? You couldn’t remember, if the little detail was there before his deployment on the other side of the world.

Simon slowly put you down onto the floor, a subtle smile forming on his lips. You, on the other hand, were a breathing and living spark of joy. 

━ Go take a shower, I’ll be waiting with dinner. ━ You instructed him, as your eyes roamed over his toned body, searching for any serious injuries. 

━ I reek, eh? 

The blonde man placed his palms over the sides of your pretty face just as he leaned to kiss your forehead. Riley inhaled the lovely scent of your hair - it made him feel home.

━ Just a little ━ you said jokingly, looking up into your boyfriend’s dark eyes. His almost black gaze usually scared people, reminding them of nothingness. But you thought he had beautiful eyes. The most beautiful you’d ever seen. ━ Go on. 

You gently pulled his hand towards the cozy bathroom, encouraging him to take a warm shower. The room was still steamy as you ran a bath for yourself not so long ago. The ends of your hair still curled due to wetness. 

Simon took a look over the counter and saw already prepared clean clothes, folded impeccably and smelling of your favorite detergent. He looked in the mirror and reminded himself how lucky he was to have you. 

Around fifteen minutes passed and your lieutenant joined you in the kitchen. His strong arms sneaked from behind, entangling around your waist. Simon hummed, being curious about the delicious smell.

━ It’s just some pasta with pesto, something easily digestible for the night. ━ You explained, sprinkling the ingredients with some grated cheese. Simon never complained about your cooking, it was impeccable. The two of you enjoyed preparing meals together if his work allowed some time for that. 

 Both of you sat down to the dining table, close to each other. He ate and listened patiently as you flooded him with the latest gossip from your work, neighborhood or mutual friends. 

You never asked him about his missions if he hadn’t addressed the subject himself. You knew the toll the work had on him. And not only the military assignments. Simon went through a lot of tough things in his life, leaving him with a post traumatic stress disorder that resurfaced in the most random moments. 

But you were there for him, always.

━ You wanna pick out the movie? I’m going to change, okay? ━ You suggested your boyfriend, when you finished the meal and cleaned afterwards. Simon nodded, approving of such plans.

He was a man simple to please.

You returned to him - a blonde man sitting comfortably on the couch, his eyes lingering up and down your form - particularly your hips flirtatiously swaying to the sides. You changed into the pastel blue nightgown he bought you last year. It was silk, a material which poured between one’s fingers. 

Just like you, between Simon’s fingers on a stormy night, when he pressed his forehead to yours, taking in each short breath you gasped out in pleasure. He savored them, so the lieutenant could recall them when he was away on a mission.

You sat down on the couch next to him. But before you could make yourself comfortable, Simon pulled your bare legs over his lap. Your cheek rested upon his collarbone, a delicate palm spreaded across his chest.

Oh, how much you missed him. All of him.

His body was pleasantly radiating warmth. Simon’s slowed and steady breathing, which raised the ribcage of his, eventually lulled you to sleep. It was a tough week for both of you. 

You meant to spend that evening with him, talking about the things he missed while deployment. But it was hard to fight the sweet sleep, when Simon snuck one of his hands over your scalp and began to gently rub your head.

It wasn’t long before he noticed - your body stilled, muscles absolutely relaxed against him. Simon let you lay beside him until the movie ended. It was the right time to go to bed.

You woke up, feeling his arms scooping under your knees and head. The urge to shift and stand up on your own legs was suppressed by his calm approach.

━ I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to fall asleep. ━ You apologized to him, the tone of your voice dreamy, half-asleep, while he carried both of you to the bedroom. 

━ ‘s okay. I’ve got you. 

The night was calm. Beside the pouring rain, heavy droplets banging on the windows and its sill - a charm of the country you lived in. The tapping melody brought the both of you a deep sleep, your body clinging to Simon’s chest. 

It always felt safe - falling asleep next to him, when the person was the most vulnerable. At the beginning of your relationship, the soldier found it hard to sleep through the whole night peacefully. But as the time passed by, he grew to be more comfortable around his partner. Such thing as sleep was… quite intimate to lieutenant Riley.

But there were nights, more difficult and frightening than the others, when the horror of Ghost’s past resurfaced. 

He was sweating, each muscle flexing for a painful amount of time. But it was his heavy breathing, muffled whispers that woke you up. 

You slowly pulled away and sat on the bed beside him. Always next to him. At first, you wanted to rub his tattooed forearm, but deep down you knew, that sudden touch can startle him even more. 

━ Simon? ━ Your sweet, sleepy voice echoed somewhere in his consciousness, slowly pulling him out of the bloodshed. ━ Simon. You’re home.

Simon.

His dark eyes finally shot open as he inhaled sharply. Almost like he just had sleep apnea’s attack. Which you knew wasn’t the real cause. 

━ Fuck ━ the blonde groaned, wiping his eyes. ━ Sorry, luv. 

━ It’s okay. Do you need something? Water, pills? 

You offered him help, at least as much as you could actually help to ease his pain. Now, when he was awake, your gentle touch began to caress his arm. 

━ Just you. 

Simon waited until you laid back down. And when you did so, he pressed his head into your collarbones and cleavage. Both of his limbs wrapped around your upper body, pulling you closer. His nose was almost squashed with your ribcage, but it didn’t matter. As long as he could feel your sweet smell. 

Your palms wandered for a while over his occiput, massaging his aching head and brushing through his blonde hair. 

Only when you felt his breaths slow down and when his heartbeat droped, you managed to fall back asleep. Knowing he managed to push his nightmares aside for you. 

His home.

alejandro vargas x fem reader; valeria garza x reader

!! reader is only mentioned

price thought that the interrogation was over but alejandro stepped up again, anger oozing out of his pores as he loomed over valeria. price would have commended their captive for her straight face but he realized that it wasn’t a facade – valeria truly wasn’t scared. she didn’t give any shite for whatever alejandro was bound to say.

“where is she?” alejandro asks, his explosive anger having been reduced to a simmering rage – no longer sputtering but just as scorching. his change in temper almost distracted price from alejandro’s question but as it registers in his head, price’s body locks.

she. an unknown variable where alejandro is yet at another losing end. 

valeria straightened up on her chair, her aloof attitude overtaken by a startling anger that engulfs her in rippling waves. 

“far away,” she spits out. “where she can no longer be hurt by a goddamn cowboy.”

alejandro snaps his teeth, seizing valeria by her shoulder. the action spurs the rest of the 141 to flank both parties but neither valeria nor alejandro pay them any heed, choosing instead to keep snarling at each other.

“you poisoned her mind,” alejandro says. “you put ideas in her head, twisted the person that i am until you were able to make her resent me.”

valeria barks out a laugh, a sound that scratches her throat even though they could all hear the lack of humour behind it. her body shakes as she does so, throwing her head back in faux elation. through it, alejandro’s jaw clenches, his eyes furrowing even more as he watches her.

“oh vaquero,” valeria states as her laughter peters out. “i didn’t even have to do much, not when you actually left us. left her.” 

alejandro snatches his hand from valeria’s shoulder like he’s been burned, his face losing colour. valeria’s lips curl into a smirk, moving to sit back down as though her words had not stung even herself.

“i didn’t leave her.”

no one missed how alejandro had not refuted his claims of leaving valeria.

she hums, unbothered. “you chose war over our wife, vaquero. there is no excuse.”

and there it was, the missing piece. 

price tries not to react but his hands twitch at the revelation, the weight of what is happening settling in. he realizes that this is a territory that he rather not be part of so he turns, meeting rudy’s eyes and with a nod, they begin to escort valeria out. 

alejandro stays at the very back, quiet and lost in his own thoughts.