Young And Beautiful-Alejandro Vargas NSFW

just read “forbidden fruit” and i’m OBSESSED. Also, it got me thinking on this, hear me out; Ghost notices the way König looks at you after that little encounter, so AND IF THIS IS TOO MUCH PLA IGNORE IT for some reason Kortac and TF141 have to share base, meaning König sleeps on the bedroom next to yours and Ghosts and hears how you absolutely get railed into next dimension bc poor baby Ghost was jealous someone else was looking at his girl the wrong way, so he makes sure to cover you in marks to let everyone know you’re very much taken and YOU CAN TAKE IT FROM THERE BUT LIKE I SAID IGNORE IT IF YOURE NOT COMFORTABLE WRITING NSFW

I'M OBSESSED TOO ABOUT THIS SCENARIO!

✧°. Boyfriend!Ghost would absoluetly make sure other people from your surrounding know you're his girl. He'd leave purple hickeys in a visible place and while normally it would be probably your neck, this time (when you're wearing a military clothes, covering your skin) Ghost would go as far as leaving his marks behind your ear or on your jawline.

✧°. Which, of course, was a subjects of your latest argument, because it was vulgar to mark your lover in such an obvious way. But silently you loved it, let's be honest.

✧°. If you happened to share some accommodations with KorTac and SOMEHOW were placed on the other side of König's room ─ Ghost would absolutely abuse that coincidence.

✧°. He'd be in a worse mood, acting more grumpy than usual, but when you two finally happened to get comfy in your shared room (or just his private quarters), Ghost would be all over you ─ almost tearing your clothes off, kissing so desperatly, his tongue inviding your pretty mouth.

✧°. Boyfriend!Ghost would fuck the daylights out of you on the creaking bed, making sure you're not holding back any noises. Where normally he wants to keep all of you to himself, during that mission he had a point to make.

✧°. While you and lieutenant were sharing an intimate moment, König would lie in a bed too small for him, listening to the awfully salacious noises coming from the other side of the wall. Mostly of you.

✧°. Austrian soldier tried to ignore your little whimpers and sweet moans, but just couldn't. He sneaked one of his palms under his cargo pants and below the boxers. König would fuck his fist, bucking his hips upwards, thinking of you bouncing on his fat cock. He knew he shouldn't be imagining this, like at all. But your sweet gaze haunted him when he closed his blue eyes. He would take such a good care of you. <3

✧°. König would imagine that you were with him that night, that it was him who made you whimper from pleasure. Colonel would thrust into his own hand until he came hard, knowing he should be more careful next time when around you. The thought alone about you made him a perv.

Gaz!

What if there was a mission where they had to be in a suit

+ Nik

biker!Ghost 3 1 , 2 , 3 , 3.5 , 4

Hello! I'm going to start reblogging posts that are going to be MDNI and my blog is going to be centered on Call of Duty content and ACOTAR content. The former is a fandom I've been really getting into so those who followed me for just ACOTAR can unfollow if they don't want to be flooded with posts about COD. I want to support the artists and writers in my favorite fandoms. Posts will be a little random, but it's so I can save the posts I want to save. Also I'm giving followers two weeks to put an age, age range, "born before YouTube or Google or etc.", or etc. to indicate their age in their bio. If you don't put an age in your blog or are a blank/untitled blog, I will have to block you.

Sexual Harassment Training

Captain Price has a permanent scowl on his face today, it seems. You see him stomping around like a toddler on a rampage at lunch.

"What's got the Captain all bollocksed up? Did I say that, right?" Soap grins, then grimaces as he thinks about it. Standing together, you dump your trays before Soap leads you to the team meeting.

"Ya, doll, that's how you say it. He's like this every year. Mandatory sexual harassment training for everyone this afternoon." You ponder it for a minute.

"Why? Like, it's just something to sit through, right? It isn't like anyone is harassing our team."

He chuckles quietly and answers, "they aren't worried about the likes of me getting harassed, but that we will harass you, Princess." You elbow him and sit next to Ghost, who has saved you as seat per usual.

"Hey Luv, ready to be bored and insulted for a few hours?"

"Are these really that bad, Bruv?"

"They are, Crumpet. They really are."

"Hey! You need to address your coworkers with respect! Nicknames have no place in this organization, Mr..."

"Riley, Lieutenant Riley." Ghost stiffens up in his seat, restrained irritation pouring off of him. The woman from human resources turns toward you.

"Ma'am I have the form here to file a complaint when you feel up to it. No rush."

"Uhh... a complaint?" You stare at her in complete confusion as she brandishes a form at your face.

"Yes, no one should be treated with such disrespect. Talking down to coworkers is frowned upon." Her voice is condescendingly sweet, grating on your last nerve already. You stare at her for a moment before nodding, and Ghost tries to catch your eye, looking shocked.

"Pet... I mean, Sergeant. Do my nicknames make you feel uncomfortable? I will stop if they do. You never said anything, or I wouldn't have..."

"Hmm...? Oh no, but I will be filing a complaint." Turning toward the smirking woman, you ask, "what was your name again? Brenda McMasters? Perfect." You quickly fill out the paperwork before handing it over. She skims it with a smile, then freezes in place as she reads it more closely, her smile falling. She looks up at you, then back at the paper, reading it again and again as the words sink in.

"You- you can't file a complaint on me! I'm the one teaching you about sexual harassment! I'm here to make sure these brutes don't attack you!"

You shrug before responding, "I feel singled out by you due to my gender and your policing of the camaraderie between myself and my teammates. It is making me feel very uncomfortable, Ma'am." Her jaw is hanging open in complete shock.

You stand and turn to the Captain, watching you with a grin on his face at the front of the room. "I don't know if I feel comfortable being taught by someone who is sexist and clearly violating policy, Captain Price. May we request a different lecturer? I know it will mean rescheduling, but I don't think we should be learning about harassment from someone who has a complaint on file."

Captain Price has to smother his grin and bite back laughter at your innocent expression when Brenda turns toward him. "You are right, Sergeant. Ma'am, I will take that complaint and file it. It wouldn't be proper for you to file one on yourself, or it might go missing in transit." He gleefully plucks the paper from her hands and walks out. She follows, looking ill. You can hear her trying to get the Captain to stop and discuss the matter..

You lean on the table with a pleased look. "So, free afternoon, now. Any plans?" The team just stares at you, still processing what happened. You see Ghost staring down at the table and tap his hand. "You alright, Tiger?" He looks up, visibly distressed.

"The nicknames, do they bother you, Sergeant?" He needs to know now. The last thing anyone here wants is to disrespect you.

"Course not. Makes my day. The only things better are cuddling after a long day while we watch movies in the rec room or killing fucks on the field together. HR doesn't know what the fuck they're talking about, Bruv." Turning back to the rest of the team with a grin you say, "How about we sun up on Captain's grass? He won't be back for a bit anyway."

"You're playing with fire, Lamb. We're in."

Can’t take it back. (Alejandro x Reader.)

!CW! NSFW, Virginity loss, reader loses their virginity, p in v sex, Alejandro being so sweet you’ll get a toothache :)

(Summary): Alejandro knows how important your first time is, and wants to make it as painless and comfortable as possible.

This was a request, I hope it turned out well <3

Alejandro was easily what some would consider your knight in shining armor.

From the very first day you met, he took a liking to you. Smiles, gentle touches. He made jokes to you so that he could see you laugh. He adored everything about you. When you were working with Los Vaqueros, Alejandro worried about you constantly. He didn’t want you to get hurt.

When Rudy finally confronted him about his very obvious feelings for you, he had to confront them himself too. He liked you, and the thought of you being hurt tore him up.

Your friends that you worked alongside with, made jokes about it. They constantly teased you for how nice Alejandro was to you, how he clearly had feelings for you. But since you were shy, you didn’t know how to react. You had a lot of your own sleepless nights, having a man as sweet as Alejandro interested in you, but you were too shy to take advantage of it. You hated it.

Sometimes Alejandro’s men would tease him about it too. But sometimes they’d take things too far, calling you a prude, saying you’d never go for someone like him because you were so innocent and shy. But he tried his best to ignore them, threatening them with more drills to get them to shut up.

One day, you were out with a few others on a mission, and got critically injured. You had a lot of head trauma and were placed into a medically induced coma for a couple weeks to give your body time to heal. During this time, Alejandro spent every minute at your side. Talking to you while you were asleep, keeping you company. Praying for you to wake up. And when you did finally wake up, he definitely isn’t the first person you expected to see. But you weren’t disappointed by any means. “Alejandro? Where am I?” Were the first words out of your mouth. He reassured you everything was fine, and made jokes to lighten the mood. You were scared after that.

And that’s what made you decide to get out of the military for good.

When Alejandro heard you were leaving, he was sad to see you go. But he was happy to know you wouldn’t be putting yourself in anymore immediate danger. It was Rudy who pushed him to open up to you about how he felt before you were gone for good. So, the final night you were there, due to be leaving the next morning. He knocked on your door and you allowed him in. That’s where he spilled his guts to you. How much he cared about you, that he liked you as more than a friend. That he didn’t want that night to be the last time he ever saw you.

You’d already got the flight home, meaning you had to leave anyways. That didn’t stop you from talking to Alejandro. You started a long distance relationship, and you ultimately decided to move closer to him, because it wasn’t fair for you to ask him to give up his career for you. You got your own place nearby him, near his family. He made sure to keep all of you safe, and he seen you more than he thought he ever would. It was awkward at first. Sometimes it was hard to even say you were in a relationship with each other because of how platonic it seemed at first, but you eventually got used to each other. Going on dates, spending time inside together when he wasn’t working. Movie dates, dinner, his families gatherings. They even took to you well. His mother and many sisters adored you. They took you under their wing and even kept you company while Alejandro was gone. They could see how much their brother loved you, which meant they loved you too.

You took a deep breath, sitting across a couple of the friends you’d made while living here. “Y/N, what’s got you so under the weather hm?” One of them asks. “Nothing, I’m fine.” You smile, “nope, somethings wrong. I can tell. Spill it.”

You release a sigh. “Alejandro’s family keeps asking when we’re going to have kids.”

“Yeah? Is that bad?”

“It’s.. not good.”

“Why not? You don’t want to have kids?” She laughs. “No. It’s not that either. It’s just that.. I’ve only ever been in one other serious relationship and it crashed and burned before things got too far. I’ve never even…” you trail off. Her jaw drops.

“You’re a Virgin?!” She yelps, gathering the attention of a few other patrons in the coffee shop. “Sorry- sorry.” She whispers. “Does he know?” You nod your head. “Yes he knows. And he’s always been really sweet about it. He’s never expected anything out of me, he’s never forced himself on me or put any pressure on me whatsoever. I’m just- nervous. I really like him, and I don’t want to fuck things up by being inexperienced.” You sigh. “Y/N, Alejandro loves you. He fucking adores you. I mean.. you know in those silly cartoons from when we were kids where they get those little twinkles in their eyes? That happens when he looks at you, that’s how much he loves you.” She laughs, making you roll your eyes. “I love him too. And.. I want kids with him. But I’m so nervous, I just feel like I’m holding him back.” You sigh. “Y/N. Alejandro would clearly wait until the end of the world for you. I’m sure none of that matters to him. You will know when the time is right okay? Just take things slow.” She shrugs. “It’s not like someone else is going to come along and take him away from you.” She laughs.

Her last comment stings a little bit.

After finishing up at the coffee shop, you sat at home. Thinking about it. What if someone did come along? Someone better, prettier? What if they were willing to give him what he wants? Kids? A loving family? Sex?

You were so frustrated with yourself, it’s not like you didn’t want to have sex with him. Of course you did.

So, you were going to do it.

-

That night, you initiated everything that happened. The night ended with him kissing you passionately, hovering above you. You thought it was going to happen. But he smiles down at you, pulling away from you. He lays down next to you, leaning on his hand so that he could look at you. “What are you doing? Why are you stopping?” You ask him nervously. “Y/N..” he breathes. “Your heart sounds like it’s about to burst out of your chest. You’re not ready mi princesa. I can’t take advantage of you.” He breathes. “I want to make love to you, of course I do. But not like this. I want you to be ready.” He smiles. You nod your head. He pulls you into his chest. Breathing in your scent. Alejandro truly did love you.

Your body stilled, the nerves you felt were disappearing. He cared about you so much. Knew you so well that he could tell you weren’t ready. Could tell how nervous and uncomfortable you were. He would never push you into anything, and for that. You were thankful.

-

You’re always watching Alejandro with his nieces and nephews, helping them with their homework, spoiling them.

Today, at his nephews birthday party as he played with them, jumping on the trampoline with them. Helping them break the Piñata. He was amazing with children. Absolutely amazing with them. He sighs, his laughter dying down as he sits down, brushing his hair back with a smile on his face, shirt rising up slightly over his stomach. You feel a sense of something you’ve never quite felt before and try to shake it off. “When are you going to have kids, Mija?” Alejandro’s mother approaches you. “I’m not quite sure.” You laugh. “Ah, we’re a big loving family. Would love for you and Alejandro to add to it. No rush though.” She winks. She offers you a slice of cake.

That’s one thing you always loved about him and his family. They were so welcoming and so caring. You adored them.

When the birthday party comes to an end, you’re supposed to go your separate ways. Alejandro is supposed to go to his small apartment across town. You’re supposed to go to your own home. You say your goodbyes to everyone, following Alejandro to his car. “Come on my darling. I’ll take you home.” He smiles. You lean up into him, pressing your lips to his when you’re sure no one is around. “You want to come to mine? Got that show we’ve been meaning to finish.” You smile. Alejandro can tell your energy is a little off. Something is different about you but he can’t put his finger on it. “Of course. Get in.” He laughs. He opens your door for you and you get into the passenger side of his car. He walks around to the other side, driving to your house. The drive to your house is quiet and Alejandro enjoys the comfortable silence he gets what you’re around. One of his favorite things to do with you is nothing. There’s nobody else he’d rather sit around and do nothing with.

You’re happier than usual as he follows you inside. “Did something happen? I miss something?” You laugh. “No. You didn’t miss anything.” You giggle at him. “You sure? Little loca, amor.” He smiles that handsome Alejandro smile and you can feel your body heating up slightly.

Your body was craving him. Finally, through all of the nerves, all of the anxiousness and stress. Your body was suppressing it with your attraction to him. “I want to cuddle.” You smile. “Also.. call me crazy and I’ll show you crazy.” You narrow your eyes at him. He raises his hands in surrender. “I’ve seen you in the field, I don’t want to fuck with you, Mi Amor.” He laughs. You roll your eyes. You grasp his hand, pulling him up to your room. He picks up the remote like he would on any other movie date night the both of you had, but as he presses the button to turn your tv on, you push him back onto the bed, making his eyes widen. “Woah- what are you doing?” He says confused. You quickly climb on top of him, straddling his hips. “Is everything okay?” He asks. You roll your eyes, he was so sweet.

“Everything is fine.” You lean down, pressing your lips to his. He could feel it, your heart was beating fast and you were nervous. But not nearly as nervous as before. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you into him. “M’ready.” You mumble into him. “Are you sure?” He asks. You nod your head. He flips you over, looking at your face for any kind of nervousness or discomfort, but he doesn’t find any. He nods his head, kissing you. “What changed your mind?” He asks as he pulls away. “Nothing, just..” you trail off. “I want to spend forever with you.” You laugh. “I want to spend forever with you too. Trying not to overwhelm you.” He laughs. Alejandro was the type to smother you with his love. Buying you whatever you want, doing everything he can to keep you safe, having children with you, touching, kissing, being near you. He couldn’t get enough. He deepens the kiss, and you open yourself up to him. Opening your legs so he could move himself between them. You were a little eager, and he didn’t want that. “Relax into me.” He breathes, breath hot against you. “Going to take my time with you. Want you to know how special you are to me, yeah?” He smiles. You smile, cheeks burning.

He takes a deep breath, he couldn’t help but feel a little nervous as well. This was the first time you’d ever be fully exposed to him. Of course he was nervous. He took his time with you. Kissing you until your lips were swollen and a darker pink than usual, littering your face and neck in kisses. Leaving marks. He was driving you crazy. Your vision was a little blurry, completely dumbstruck by him. He grasps the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head. He helps you remove your bra and admires your body. Kissing your chest and stomach. Fingers gliding gently over your body. He caressed you, took care of you. Your body was completely relaxed from his gentle touches. “You don’t have to do this, you know?” He breathes. “I want this.” You breath. He always thought your eyes looked so beautiful, even now. Pupils blown out in adoration, maybe lust. You did want this. He could see it now.

Something had to have happened at that party.

He unbuttons your jeans, and you help him. Sliding your thumbs into the waistband and pushing them down your thighs as he pulls them down, the only thing keeping him from seeing your completely exposed form is your thin panties. He takes a deep breath, running his fingertips up your front and you sigh. “Tan hermosa.” He sighs. You sit up, helping him pull his shirt off. Excitement filled you, you were nervous of course. But he’d never hurt you, not ever. He takes his time pulling his clothes off. He’s stalling, giving you time to change your mind. But you don’t. You look up at him with longing eyes. Adoration.

He swallows hard. He’s never had anyone love him as much as you do. That’s why he’ll always be gentle and loving toward you. You seen him for him. You loved him for him, and he loved that. Loved you so much more for it. He kisses across your stomach more, caressing your soft skin until his mind was fuzzy. You were going to give yourself to him. He repeated it a few times in his head, over and over. This was real, this was happening. You were going to be his, completely his. He grasps the band of your panties, pulling them down your legs. His eyes take in all of you. He glides his hands over your thighs, leaning down into you to kiss you again. You lift him up, kissing his lips again. “I trust you.” You breathe. He nods his head, sliding his own underwear down his own legs, revealing himself to you finally. As much as your body craved him, lower stomach clenching as you admired his size, your brain was nervous for you. Your heart rate picked up, but you didn’t want to stop. He runs his thumb over your clit, touching you for the first time. You relax into him, eyes fluttering shut. He reassures you, mumbling every single sweet thing he could say into your ear to help you relax. Your fingertips brush over the head of his throbbing cock. He was hard, the tip blushing in need. He gasps as you wrap your hand around him. “You don’t have to-“

“It’s okay. I know.” You stop him, smiling up at him. You slid your hand around him, making him groan out. “M’ready Alejandro. I can handle it.”

He nods his head, “if I hurt you and you don’t want to keep going I’ll stop. No matter what.” He reassures you even further. You smile up at him. “I know Ale, I trust you.” He swallows hard, the tip of him brushing over your soaked folds. Disappearing between them. He leans into you, lips attacking yours, leaving kisses all over your face to distract you from the stretch you’d feel from him. You clench your eyes closed as he slides deeper. “S’okay darling, you’re doing so good for me. So good Mi Amor.” He breathes. You’re flinching and he’s hurting you, and he hates it. He hates hurting you. “Do you want me to stop?” He asks. You shake your head. “N-no. I’m okay.” You breath. He keeps the slow pace, entering into you slowly. Littering your face with kisses, his reassurance has you distracted from the pain you felt. He was big, and you had to stretch around him quite a bit.

When his pelvis is flush with yours, his warmth settling into your depths, a gasp leaves both of your lips. He filled you so full. He holds there for a few minutes. Giving you time to adjust to him. He continues reassuring you, making sure you’re okay. He hates hurting you. But this would be the last time ever, he swears on it.

“Ale, you can move now.” You look up at him. He nods his head. Looking down between the both of you, where you connected. He draws his hips back slowly, seeing himself glisten in your arousal as he pulls himself back, plunging back into your depths slowly. A whimper leaves your slightly parted lips, and he’s worried he’s hurting you further. But he’s mistaken. You slide your hips forward ever so slightly. Opening your legs wider to give him more access. You were starting to feel really good. He lowers himself into you, eyes boring into yours as he starts to thrust his hips into you. He keeps a slow steady pace. He wanted your first time to be meaningful, everything you’d ever dreamed of. He takes his time moving his hips against yours, sliding perfectly against your walls until you’re moaning, struggling to keep yourself together beneath him. “Doing so good mi amor, so so good.” He breathes. He’s still kissing you, slow, deep thrusts. If you were ever suspicious about how he felt about you before, you couldn’t be now. Not with how he caressed you, took care of you. Your needs would always come first to his.

He felt good against you. Part of you wanted him to go faster, but that would wait. You were getting used to him now. As you laid beneath him, you wondered why you’d waited so long. It hurt yes, but it was worth every second to feel so close to Alejandro. He sits himself up slightly, pushing your thighs up just a little bit further so that he can thrust into you deeper, and when he does, a moan slips passed your lips. You cup his cheeks, pulling him into you to kiss him, deepening it this time. He moans into your lips, hips still crashing into yours. He was bringing you closer and closer to the edge. Your eyes were glossy, your whimpers growing a little more desperate as he pushes you closer. “Ale- I love you, I love you so much.” You breath. “I love you too. So much.” He hisses, he feels himself twitch inside of you, he could barely take it. He was getting so close to his edge. “Give yourself to me, cariño.” He whispers, drawing a moan from your lips. You tilt your head back and he takes this as an opportunity to attack your neck. Nibbling slightly on your skin and sucking gently. “Ale, I’m going to-“ he presses his forehead to yours. Eyes shut. “Let go. I’ve got you.” He breathes. He was right on the brink of his own high. The knots built up in each of your stomachs. So close.

A couple more deep thrusts and they burst, the tightness in your stomach unravels and you cry out, Alejandro kissing you sharply. Your body shivers slightly and he rides out your highs, until he’s relaxed. He takes a deep breath. When he relaxes, sliding out of you, realization washes over him. “I.. I’m sorry.” He breathes. “I forgot I wasn’t wearing anything- I’m so sorry.” He’s panicking slightly. He lays next to you. You pull him into you, kissing him.

“It’s okay Alejandro. I trust you.” You smile into his lips.

“I want to have a family with you. I trust you.” You breathe. “I’ll take care of you always, mi reina.” He pulls you into him.

“siempre y para siempre.”

Nah, Alejandro is probably so sweet :))))

@durinsnowxii

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.

Simon screwing you in the shower.

The warm water dripped over your bodies like rain, coating everything inside of the shower with a layer of wetness. Sealed inside the oasis, a thick layer of heavy condensation filled the air, making all that you touched from each other to the walls slick.

Simon's large hand dug into your hip, making sure he had a good, strong grip on your thigh that he held up against his side so that he could thrust inside you easily.

Your hand was pressed against the foggy glass of the shower door, using it as a bit of leverage to keep you steady while those wide, muscular hips of his ground into your own as they rolled his cock into your pussy over and over again.

"Fuckin' hell," that husky voice hit your ears over the sound of the running water. His raw lips had just disconnected from around the tender flesh of your neck to move higher up towards your ear as he left a trail of burning kisses all along the moist surface.

Head back as he worked his magic, you felt him hum into your skin, his hips never loosing speed as he kept that's delirious rhythm steady on. "Cannot get enough of ya," he growled. "Even when I'm inside ya, I need more. I'm fuckin desperate, luv. Goddamn desperate."

Two beefy arms shoved you back suddenly as Simon pulled out of you, making you hit the back wall with a light thud as your body bounced off of it, but quickly you were scooped back up as he wrapped those arms back around your waist to hoist you up, making you throw your legs around him to hold on.

"Goddammit, I can't take it, need more... now," the desperation in his tone made your legs vibrate. Your clit twinged as he moved in and caught your lips with his own, squatting down so that he could realign his cock with your entrance and strike back up into you in one smooth motion.

All this wet, all this warmth, all this tepid flesh at his disposal, that only made the primal part of himself gain full control. As your bodies slipped and slid across each other, your back pressed firmly against the shower wall as your tits were pressed into his chest, he could do nothing more that rut into you like some beast hell bent on getting what was his.

His pace caught right back up to where it was seconds before, not a moment to spare. "You've put me under a spell, ya bitch," he grunted with the force of his thrusts. "I can't stop fuckin' pining for this tight little pussy. Gonna go fuckin' mad."

Your forearms wrapped around his broad shoulders as you held on while he bucked wildly in and out of you. The muscles in his back contracted and released under your fingertips, another sign of just how desperately rough his movements were.

His flesh was on fire, burning for you and only you, and even the water from the shower head was no help in taming it's flames. There was a part of him that worried he would not be able to stop until he had completely devoured everything inch of you; that was how strong his need was.

"Mine," he claimed aloud as you whimpered into his shoulder, his cock hitting that specific bundle of nerve ending inside you. "You're all mine, sweetheart. Ya got that? I can't fuckin' stand the thought of anyone else havin' ya, ever."

"Yes," you breathed, "say it again baby."

He smirked. "You're mine, mine. No one else can ever fuckin' touch ya. I ain't ever sharin' all this beauty."

A blanket of steamy air surrounded you both as the hot warm continued to pour in, locking out the entire world from the inside of the shower so it felt you were a million miles away. To be in such a place, in the throws of passion as Simon declared his claim to you, it was all so overwhelming that your body ached lustfully for release.

Fingernails dug into his back as the last bits of your sanity had you clinging on for dear life, the raw lines across his shoulder blades stinging from the water pouring down the contours of his back. "Goddamn, I just wanna keep my cock buried in you foreva," he hissed at your delicious roughness as your hips rolled over him, the pressure nearly at its peak. You were panting like a bitch in heat and he was doing everything he could to push you over the edge.

Pumping in and out of you with everything he had, his head wandered down the front of your chest as he squat down a little more, his mouth hungrily searching for it's prize. Finally he is able to reach your tit and greedily he took the nipple into his mouth, sucking on the supple flesh as the tip of his tongue rolled around the silk smooth areola.

God your soft breast felt like heaven in between his lips, the damned flesh so juicy. He had to press his body even harder into your own to keep you from slipping, but it was worth it just to keep your tit locked in his mouth.

"Fuck, Simon," you moaned, your fingers running up the back on his neck to his head where you tangled them into his short, wet locks. That mouth was making you vibrate as the sensation of suction sent shocks of pleasure tingling down your spine.

Not one to ever leave any man behind, Simon unlatched from the first breast to give the other the same amount of attention. It was all too much, the pumping between your legs mixed with the tingling sensation at your breasts, and that heated pressure began gathering in the pit of your stomach, about to violently through you off.

Your hips ground more into him, he knows that telltale sign that you are close. Amber eyes met yours again as he moved back up to his full height; he needed to see it, the look in your eyes as you come.

"I know you're close, luv," he says assuredly. "That's it sweetheart, come for me. Come all over my fuckin' cock. Goddammit I need you to come for me...so bad..."

Simon had to have it, you orgasm; he needed to know that your body responded to his in that very precise way that would make sure you'd never stray. He desperately needed to be the one to get you off. And as he staved off his own orgasm, he would.

"Don't stop," you begged as your head fell back against the wall... as if Simon would ever even dream of such a thing.

"Not until your legs are fuckin' quakin', sweetheart."

His thighs were burning with shooting pain as he continued to squat under you, but he didn't stop; it was worthy any amount of discomfort to see you come completely undone.

Your fingers in his hair clenched down, yanking wildly at his hair as with a few more precise thrusts that warmth finally shot through your torso and you rocked forward against with a cry.

"A-ah... f-f-fuck..." you stammered as your orgasm shook through you.

"That's it," Simon coaxed you through it, "ride it all the fuckin' way with me, luv...almost there..."

And not even a few seconds more he followed suit, a gravely roar ripping through his chest as he milked himself completely dry, his body convulsing with the strength of his ejaculation; fuck did you always make him come so hard.

"G-goddamn..." he said through heavy breaths, his soaking head coming to rest with it's forehead against your shoulder.

He did not let you go until you had both calmed, just letting the sound of the running water and your breathing lull you both back down. Picking up his head from your body, he laid a breathless kiss up on your lips, his face resting against your own from sheer exhaustion.

"Told ya you'd fuckin' enjoy it," he said, playful smile plastered to those full lips.

Carefully he set you back on your feet, your legs wobbling tiredly from the exertion. "You could make me enjoy anything," you admitted freely. "We'll have to do it again sometime."

Simon's fingers twirled the loose, wet strands of your hair between them. "You got it wrong, luv, ya see it's you that could make me enjoy any fuckin' thing. My beautiful girl, I'd have a right ol time in hell if you were the one to take me there."

His large hand lingered against your cheek, his thumb stroking the soft, supple skin. "You've got me fuckin' whipped, sweetheart, and I am more than fine to keep it that way."

He held you close, peppering your cheeks with stray kisses as he moved you both back fully under the shower head, ready to clean up the delicious mess he had just made.

HI OMG I LOVE UR WRITING!! Can i have something with Alejandro and a LOTTT nipple/ breast play??? please quench my thirst

Pairing: Alejandro Vargas x fem! Reader

Warnings: mdni, breast play, tiddy sucking, titjob

A/n : god I LOVE tits and I love writing about tits. Show me your tits if you like tits too 😤

Whenever you asked your husband what he loved the most about your body he’d always offer you one of the softest smiles, strong arms enclosing around your way smaller frame in tight embrace. Alejandro then would pressed his lips against your temple, leaving a chaste peck right on your hairline, before murmuring softly:

- Your eyes, cariño.

Bullshit.

Your tits. Your tits have always been the centre of Alejandro’s attention, his eyes gluing to your chest even when it’s enclosed in and hidden by numerous layers of clothing. The sight of your erected nipples never fails to spawn in his mind during nearly every meeting he has with his soldiers on the base, his mind playing a bad joke on Alejandro, recalling how majestically they feel filling his mouth.

It’s easier to name all the times when Alejandro’s hands are not on your tits, calloused fingers squeezing soft pudge of them gently, rough pads of his index fingers barely hovering over your hardened buds in light circles, sending shocks of mild pleasure surging down your body, seeping into cotton of your panties.

Sucking on your tits is literally Alejandro’s favourite hobby. He’s ready to spend the rest of his life with his head tucked under your his shirt, mouth full of your breasts, suckling and nibbling softly, all warm and cozy cuddled up against you. His short stubble prickling soft skin of your upper body, causing you to whine and complain endlessly a few hours afterwards; Alejandro would just coo a soft apology (which is not earnest btw), this only giving him another reason to claw at your chest some more under the guise of applying soothing creme to aching areas.

And the moment you suggested t to give him a titjob? Alejandro is dead already, soul in heaven and dick standing as tall and proud as it could’ve possibly been, leaking precum down thick throbbing shaft. Gurl, he’s nutting the moment he feels the fat of your tits enclosing around his pulsating dick, the only part visible is his brown tip being smothered with absolute softness of your body. That’s probably the first times you’ve ever heard him whine, not groan and hiss like usual, whine like a bitch in heat, so pathetic and greedy for pleasure.

Overall Alejandro is a cheeky bastard, not ashamed of grabbing a handful of your tiddies even in front of friends and family, his bold and playful behaviour just making others chuckle lightheadedly. But even despite his obnoxious obsession with your girls it’s your personality that Vargas loves the most, and only then - your tits<3

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simon who offers you his lap to sit in when there’s not enough chairs at the bar the lot of you are at.

simon whose hand is placed on your lower back to ‘make sure you don’t fall back’.

simon who notices you aren’t focusing on soaps storytelling because you can feel his hand as he slides it closer to your ass.

simon who follows you when you quickly excuse yourself to the washroom.

simon who sits you on the sink and slowly slides his hand up your thigh, moving the fabric of your dress up.

simon who eats you out right there while you tug at his hair and squeeze his head between your thighs but he’s not one to complain, especially when he loves it.

simon who says he isn’t hungry when the squad orders food because he “had something better earlier”.