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

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he was waiting for his goth bf to pick him up

The Quiet Ones

Colonel Alejandro Vargas / fem!Reader

Summary:  When Schwalbe‘s assignment in Las Almas draws to a close, Alejandro finally makes a move.

Content:  secret identity, sexual tension, pining, food as a love language, heavy PDA, car sex, grinding, fingering, rough non-penetrative sex

Part: 1 / 2

Word Count:  7.5k (70% pining, 30% pure filth)

Notes:  My dear anon, every day we stray further from salvation and this idea only sped up the process. I loved it. Thank you for requesting this beautiful man. I feel like Alejandro would be the type to spoil his partner all the time, just because he can and loves to see them happy. I've been writing away at this the whole week whenever I had a little free time at night, I hope you like it! 🤍

↳ callsign for the reader is Schwalbe (swallow, like the bird, German)

"Oh my fucking god," she whispered, eyes glued to the tall and handsome man on the other side of the airstrip. 

The Colonel wore dark green today, with a heavy tactical vest and combat boots that were caked all over with mud. His sunglasses perched on top of his head, black hair slicked back a little but the late time of day and humidity had done a marvellous job of bringing back some natural curl. He looked good. More than good. Fine. Hot. Ready to eat. 

And he was coming their way, fast. 

Schwalbe hastily slid on some sunglasses, happy that the blue mask over her mouth and nose would do the trick and conceal most of her undoubtedly blushing face. Alejandro was talking rapidly to Rodolfo over the radio as he approached, Spanish smooth and sexy and dear lord she was so fucked. 

The last time she'd seen the Colonel had been during an emergency evac of the 141 boys and some Los Vaqueros soldiers, with her flying the helicopter. Fun times. Not a situation where one could properly appreciate the sex appeal of a man who seemed to age like fine wine. And was that-

Before she had any opportunity to embarrass herself, Lieutenant Ghost stepped forward and the two men shook hands firmly. There was true familiarity there, the kind that you can only get from being shot at together and coming out the other end more or less in one piece. 

"My favourite fantasma, back to haunt me, eh?"

"More like savin' your ass as usual," Ghost replied drily.

Alejandro laughed, then turned towards her. 

"And who is this, Lieutenant? Am I doomed to never see the faces of my team these days?" 

He ducked down a little to look into her eyes, obscured as they were from the sunglasses. Their faces were very close for a moment, and she could smell the dust and leather on him before her hand closed around his outstretched one. 

Alejandro was grinning and she smiled back behind the mask, then her gaze flickered to the small patch of beard she'd noticed only moments ago. Right there next to the corner of his mouth was a tiny sliver of silvery grey hair, interspersing the otherwise tidily trimmed black beard. 

Now that his lopsided smirk morphed into a confused but polite smile at her silence, the grey was less noticeable.

"Sergeant Major Schwalbe," she said softly, mouth dry.

"Welcome to Las Almas," the dark-haired man said, then released her and straightened back up. Mourning even that innocent contact, Schwalbe followed the two men to the SUV waiting for them. The aircon inside was bliss, and she released a tiny breath of tension as her back hit the soft leather of the backseat and eased her tense muscles.

Las Almas was a big deal, being assigned here repeatedly meant that she was considered to be among the best and most reliable. Schwalbe tried not to let it get to her head, but the spark of pride in her chest helped with the usual anxiety of being thrust into new places.

Lost in thought, she stared out of the tinted window, watching the city move by quickly. Children ran along sidewalks, and an elderly man with an impressive moustache sold divine-smelling street food that had her stomach cramping tightly as they rolled past. 

Schwalbe glanced at the two men in front, who'd been holding quiet conversation the entire time. That in and of itself was highly unusual for Lieutenant Ghost, who most often preferred to observe quietly instead of participate in banter. Perhaps with the exception of Sergeant Soap. He really must be fond of the Colonel-

Dark eyes already watched her in the rearview mirror. Curious and piercing, even as Alejandro continued speaking and driving along like it was nothing. 

Schwalbe felt her face grow hot but knew that there was no way he'd be able to see her stare back behind her gear. Perhaps it was cowardly, but she just couldn't bring herself to take off the sunglasses, especially knowing that she would have to face his intense stare without a barrier of protection if she did. 

And by god, that man was handsome. His eyebrows were drawn together in concentration, full mouth a straight line and she wondered if she would be able to find more of those charming patches of silvery hair if she had the opportunity to look more closely again.

"Tell me, what does Shwalbee mean?" The Colonel asked suddenly, his pronounciating a little off but infinitely sexy. 

"Schwalbe," she corrected him quietly, smiling behind her mask. As if he could sense it, he smiled a little as well. "It's German. A type of bird, swallow in English, if you've heard of it?"

"Known for flyin' low, 'specially when storms come through," Ghost grunted, arms crossed over his wide chest.

The Colonel snapped his fingers a little in recognition. 

"La golondrina! An old friend of mine has them tattooed on his neck, stands for freedom, no?"

"Among other things," Schwalbe huffed in quiet amusement at his enthusiasm.

"Pretty birds," Alejandro said, winked and then turned his eyes back on the road. And though she knew it was just meant as a throwaway comment since he didn't actually know what she looked like and couldn't compliment her on anything, her stupid heart still fluttered like she was fifteen.

The days and weeks that followed were packed full of meetings revolving around the two different missions that the Los Vaqueros and 141 had a shared interest in. Since Schwalbe was technically only there on a loan from SpecGru, she didn't always have the clearance required to attend in-depth consultations with Laswell and Price over video chat. 

That had bothered her the first one or two times it had happened, but then she'd started to see the upside of it: It gave her more free time to roam the foreign base, sleep in longer or go out later. 

Her own training hours were rather tame in comparison to that of the many soldiers permanently stationed here, and she found joy in driving out into the desert to teach promising new talent how to fly small planes and helicopters under severe pressure (and stay alive with the help of hair raising off-the-books manoeuvres).  

And sometimes, when she was especially lucky, the Colonel would be around the same places that she was. 

He was always surrounded by some of his men, serious when the need called for it, but most often joking or laughing. His eyes crinkled up in the most charming of ways whenever that was the case, easing the severity of his expression. 

Just now, long fingers pushed back a mop of thick black hair and, not for the first time, there was a distinct lack of a wedding ring on Alejandro's hand. Sure, that didn't have to mean much, but it made fantasizing about getting bent in half and ruined by him a tiny bit less shameful.

Schwalbe watched him in secret from a few tables down almost every day, pushing around the food on her plate and listened only half-heartedly to the chatter around her. Ghost was content to eat in silence by her side, and never commented whenever she let out another wistful sigh like the supportive friend he'd slowly grown into over the years.

It didn't stop the Lieutenant from throwing her meaningful and heavy stares every once in a while though.

"I can't," she'd told him only yesterday with a firm shake of the head, and the Englishman had only tilted his head in consideration.

Today, the Colonel kept throwing glances their way, eyebrows drawn together in concentration like he was trying to solve an especially hard riddle. Schwalbe stared back, secure behind her tinted glasses. 

The green alarm clock digits shone back at her with grim determination, hardly ever moving forward. 

4:25 AM. 

Damn it all.

She'd been awake for over half an hour, heart racing after a nightmare that had slipped through her fingers like smoke. The faintest memory of screaming and blood lingered, but Schwalbe wasn't sure if that came from memory or her overactive mind.

Sighing deeply, she sat up and dangled her feet over the edge of the bed, careful not to wake the other woman sharing their small dorm room. The floor was nice and cool, and she tiptoed out of the door towards the general direction of the kitchen. 

With the base quiet with no one up and about yet, Schwalbe was determined to follow her cravings and stuff herself with at least three chocolate muffins. 

Patting her stomach, she grinned to herself as she turned into the dark room, moved through the stainless steel appliances and countertops and then opened the glorious object of her desires.

The fridge light bathed her in cold blue hues, and she had to stand on tiptoes to reach the dessert shelf.

"Ah, supongo que teníamos la misma idea."

The raspy voice right behind her almost gave her a heart attack. She bumped into the fridge door and almost sent several glass bottles of milk and juice flying, but both Alejandro and Schwalbe barely managed to hold them upright in time.

"E-excuse me?" She stuttered, face aflame at his proximity and her clumsiness.

The Colonel drew his eyebrows together in a frown, his heavy gaze taking in her entire body slowly. Suddenly, the tiny shorts and tank top didn't feel like proper sleeping attire anymore, and Schwalbe fought against the urge to cross her arms in front of her braless chest.

"Who do you belong to?" He asked, before muttering something under his breath. The only words she could pick out were 'tourist' and 'kill them' and for the first time ever, Schwalbe felt deeply irritated with the older man. Belong to? What the hell?

"I don't know what you're implying," she said, voice quiet as usual but firm. "But I don't appreciate getting snuck up on in the middle of the night. I think I'll go back to my room now, Colonel. Good night."

Alejandro's eyes widened with every word she spoke, roaming over her face to find... What? A lie? Had she smeared chocolate around her mouth?

Just as Schwalbe pushed past him, clutching another muffin because why not, Alejandro's hand shot out and curled around her bicep, halting her in her tracks. She wasn't quite annoyed enough not to bodily react to him, his calloused fingers so firm and warm on her own skin that it made her heart beat faster.

God, who had given him the right to look this good this early? Alejandro's hair was impossibly soft and hung into his eyes a little, grey sweatpants low on his hips. She swallowed.

"El pájaro sabe cantar," he murmured, voice as warm as his hands now and so smooth that Schwalbe wanted to bottle up the sound and keep it forever. "I'm sorry for not recognizing you straight away. And excuse me for making assumptions, but it wouldn't be the first time that one of the guys brought back a beautiful woman for the night."

Beautiful-

"What?" Schwalbe asked, completely flabbergasted. The Colonel released her, now that there didn't seem to be any immediate danger that she'd run, and straightened to his full and considerable height. From this close, she could see the small laughter lines around his eyes, and the blue light from the fridge made the grey patch in his beard gleam. 

Dark eyes drank her in hungrily.

"You must confess," he said, grinning. "I had quite the disadvantage here."

What on Earth was he talking abou-

Schwalbe's eyes widened and then her hand flew up and over her face on instinct, obscuring her nose and mouth as she continued to stare at Alejandro.

He frowned, clearly unhappy with her.

How could she have forgotten? She wasn't wearing a mask. 

Sure, sunglasses would have rendered her blind in the darkness, but Schwalbe never left her quarters without the soft piece of cloth. She'd grown so accustomed to it, that it always took her several days while she was on leave to get used to the feeling of a vulnerable face again.

"It's okay," the Colonel said quietly, brushing one hand through his hair. "I will never mention it to anyone if you are uncomfortable with me knowing."

The tiniest hint of sadness had crept into his voice now, and it made her feel bad. Was it really so terrible that he knew what she looked like now? It's not like he was a complete stranger. Ghost had seen her face multiple times, but never had she felt so... raw. Like an exposed wire about to burn through and ignite everything around it.

Slowly, Schwalbe lowered her hand again and chewed on the inside of her cheek. A habit she'd picked up as a child and never been able to drop. 

Alejandro watched the movement with great interest, and at the first taste of blood in her mouth, Schwalbe abruptly stopped. 

"I don't mind," she squeaked, embarrassed. 

The concentrated, almost greedy look was replaced by a grin. Schwalbe wanted to grab his handsome face with both hands and just... squeeze? Pull him closer until they kissed? Climb him like a tree? All of it felt very tempting, the longer the darkness in his gaze ate her up whole.

"Good, because I don't think I would have been able to forget. Anyway, what are you doing up this early, pequeña ave?" His gaze dropped to the chocolate muffin in her hand, and he frowned deeply. 

Feeling oddly defensive over her choices, she straightened her shoulders and tried not to squirm too much under the interested tilt of his head. 

If she didn't know better, Schwalbe would say that the Colonel was checking her out. Impossible. Right? He was Alejandro Vargas, not some wet-behind-the-ears recruit, eager to have a go in an empty barrack. Right? 

Although, it's not like she wouldn't have thrown herself at him right here on this cold kitchen floor if he'd asked. Did that make her into the newbie with an appetite for superiors or something? What a strange thought.

"I'm indulging in my cravings, Colonel," she said. Some of them, anyway. "And these are actually pretty good."

His eyes had dropped to her mouth for a split second, and she smiled, unsure about the ever-deepening frown.

"That's not food," he growled, dismissing her words with a wave of his hand. "Just some trash from the grocery shop that will leave you addicted to sugar at ungodly hours of the night."

"I couldn't sleep," she said stubbornly, scowling now.

"Because you're addicted to refined sugar."

"What? That's not even true!" Schwalbe laughed, finally putting her muffin on the countertop and crossing her arms over her chest. Goosebumps rose along her arms from the slight chill in the air. 

"Every day, you get the sweetest treat that the lunch lady has on offer, and then you eat Ghost's dessert, too. I believe that's the first sign of a problem right there."

Her eyes widened, and Alejandro made a jerky motion with his body like he'd been about to take a step closer and then aborted mid-movement. 

At her laugh, a grin formed on his face. 

The Colonel looked so different like this, up close and relaxed and not surrounded by anyone else demanding his attention for once. Schwalbe wanted to stay here with him, even if it meant having to defend herself against these totally false claims.

She patted her stomach in mock-offence.

"Are you calling me soft, Colonel? Is this some kind of intervention to keep me from going out of shape?" Her quiet voice was teasing, and she tried so very hard to keep the laughter in.

"No," he said, almost a growl in the back of his throat and fuck, that was hot. Alejandro opened his mouth to say more, dark eyes firmly on her face. Just then, the kitchen door swung open and another Los Vaqueros soldier she'd been training the other day sauntered in sleepily, groping for the light switch.

The sudden glare of the harsh light was like a rude awakening to both of them, and Schwalbe hastily turned her back to the young man, before he had a chance to get a good look at her. 

Only now did she realize how close the Colonel and her had been leaning towards each other, how the warm smell of his skin and sleep had lured her into his orbit. The soldier behind them let out a startled gasp and Alejandro glared at him with so much annoyance and squinted eyes, that the poor lad backed out of the still-open kitchen door. 

A rapid stream of Spanish, Schwalbe only caught apologies, followed.

With a sigh, the Colonel pinched the bridge of his nose, then looked back down at her with a serious expression.

"I will take you to Las Almas for some real food, yeah? You can even have some sweet things, but at least they won't come out of a factory then."

Schwalbe tried to swallow back her nerves and rolled her eyes instead. 

"I hope you know that you will be paying since I'm the one perfectly content with my free snacks at base."

Alejandro threw his head back and laughed loudly, then grinned back down at her.

"You didn't think I'd let you pay, did you, guapa?"

As more time passed between that strange encounter in the kitchen and now, Schwalbe started to question if it had ever actually happened at all. 

The only indication that things were a little... different now, was that the Colonel's eyes would find her form almost as much as hers did with him. He'd stare across the yard, or wave from his SUV when he passed, or watch her pull up her mask discreetly to eat.

She knew that he was absolutely swamped with two missions at once, and that everybody always seemed to want something from him at all times of the day, but it still left her a little crestfallen. Their shared assignment was coming up fast, weeks of preparations slotting into place. 

Soon, she'd most likely be stationed elsewhere, and who knew when she'd have the chance to see him again? The thought put such a damper on her mood, that even her trainees started to notice and Ghost kept throwing her more and more glances each day. 

As she stared more or less subtly at the handsome man three tables down, the Lieutenant nudged his chocolate pudding towards her. Not my favorite kind, he'd told her a while ago. I prefer Caramel Fudge.

A dessert was a dessert to Schwalbe, so she happily ate his. 

"He asked for your unredacted file, you know," Ghost grunted, following her gaze. "A little while ago."

She almost dropped her spoon.

"And you're telling me this now? What did you tell him? Did you give it to him?"

Ghost actually looked offended at that. "Obviously not. I told the daft fucker that if he wanted to see your face he should just ask you."

"He doesn't- that's not why he would want to read my file!" She protested, cheeks flushing hotly behind her mask. 

"The unredacted one," Ghost reminded her, eyes rolling as he threw the Colonel another cool look. "He knew about all your previous assignments 'fore we came here, including the last Las Almas job. Bet that's why he asked for you specifically when Price put together some suggestions."

"He never mentioned it."

Ghost shrugged. "I'm not surprised."

Schwalbe glanced over at the Colonel and was pleased to find him staring as well. 

He looked between her and Ghost unhappily, hand clenched on the table as his boys around him laughed and talked, Rodolfo at his side. 

Feeling stupidly brave, reckless and oddly horny all at once, she pushed her mask up much higher than usual, letting it rest over her nose before shovelling another chocolate pudding spoon into her mouth. Grinning, she shot him a thumbs up, and his eyes widened for a fraction of a second, clearly caught by surprise.

Then he grinned back and mouthed not real food at her, which made her giggle and shrug her shoulders, before digging in again.

The next day, Schwalbe declined her dormmates's offer to hit the town with some of the other soldiers, glad to have the room for herself for a little while. She'd just snuggled back into bed with a romantic book and a glass of cheap red wine when an insistent knock sounded at the door.

Thinking that the other woman must have forgotten something on her way out, Schwalbe just called a quiet come in and turned to the next page.

"Am I disturbing you?" The raspy voice of the Colonel asked, and her head shot around to him so quickly, that it was a miracle she didn't crack her neck. 

They stared at each other for a moment, his dark eyes roaming over her spread out form on the bed, then her room. She hastily sat up and pulled her short sleeping shorts down her thighs a little more, chucking the book onto her comforter.

"N-no, not at all," she said, cursing herself for stuttering as soon as his attention was back on her. Alejandro seemed to fill out the room with his mere presence, dark blue shirt clinging tightly to his chest and arms, black army pants snug around his waist and thighs. 

He looked dangerous and capable and so fucking sexy that Schwalbe wanted nothing more than to reach out and pull him between her legs, propriety and work ethics be damned.

"I wanted to ask if you're still available tonight," the Colonel said, shifting from one foot to the other but smiling faintly. "Don't think I forgot about our little agreement."

"I-" Schwalbe began, tongue-tied. Yeah, alright. She kind of had lost hope that he'd ever mention their kitchen encounter again. "I'm free tonight. Didn't want to go to the bar."

"Me neither," he shrugged, then pushed his hands into his pockets. "I noticed you didn't come for dinner."

She vaguely gestured to her wine and book set-up. "I was too busy."

"Busy," he echoed, eyebrows drawn, then snatched up the book from beside her and looked it over. "It's not in English!" He complained, and Schwalbe sent up several prayers of thanks over that fact. The two vague people embracing on the cover were mortifying enough.

"It's not." She confirmed, lips pressed together. Then she stood, and pushed him down onto her bed with both hands, until Alejandro sank into her soft mattress and blanket, looking up at her with an unreadable expression, still holding her book. 

Schwalbe swallowed and removed her hands from his shoulders, then took an awkward step back, more aware than ever how exposed her face felt and how much bloody skin her outfit revealed. It would be so easy to slide into his lap right then and there, or push herself between his spread-open legs and-

"I'll get changed," she choked out, hastily grabbing a random assortment of clothes from her small cupboard and disappearing into the bathroom without another look at him. 

"What is it about?" Alejandro called after her, and she could just imagine him turning pages, trying to decipher or recognize words.

"Aliens," she shouted back, splashing her face with cold water and brushing her hair, before changing into fresh underwear for good measure. 

"And what do they do here on Earth?"

There was a definite note of amusement in his voice. Braver, now that she didn't have to face him directly as she answered, Schwalbe bit back a grin.

"One of them falls in love with a human and they start a scandalous affair that has all the alien girls jealous."

She closed her jeans and turned, tying her hair up into a messy high ponytail that would never pass military regulations under normal circumstances. As Schwalbe entered her room again, the Colonel was lounging back on her pillow, idly tracing over random post-it notes she'd stuck into the book, with little comments or exclamation marks. 

When he saw her standing there, he abruptly sat back up.

"You look lovely," he said, serious, then stood and walked past her, holding open the door. Caught off-guard by the remark, Schwalbe hesitated for a moment, chewing her cheek as she glanced at the mask on her nightstand. 

Alejandro said nothing as he watched, and with an internal what the hell, why not, she left the blue cloth lying there and joined him in the empty corridor. His long fingers sprawled out over her lower back for just a moment as he gently turned her down to the left, then they walked to his car in silence, thankfully not passing anyone.

Now that she was up and about, there was a definite pang of hunger in her stomach - and if she was being honest with herself, not only for food. The Colonel looked handsome, beard neatly trimmed with the first signs of grey in stark contrast to the black, eyebrows serious and mouth soft. Jesus Christ, and the smell of him. Clean, like he'd showered before picking her up but also spicy and warm, like a mulled wine in front of a fireplace. 

"Where do you plan on taking me?" She asked, voice softer again, now that there was a chance they could be overheard. He shot her a long glance and an easy smile.

"This little street vendor in town makes the best chalupas you'll ever try. He's been selling on the same corner since I was a little boy, and his granddaughter makes fresh churros and honey-roasted almonds."

"I don't think I ever had chalupa before," she admitted, trying to imitate the pronunciation.

Alejandro opened the passenger door for her and watched her climb in before shutting the door behind her. He rounded the SUV, and Schwalbe wiped her sweaty hands down her jeans, heart racing.

He climbed in as well, then the engine purred to life and they were flying down dirt roads towards the city.

"It's kind of like a taco," he explained, buckling himself in with one hand, then checked if she'd done the same. "But better, trust me."

"And not made in a factory," she teased him gently, and he laughed.

"No, guapa," he chuckled. "Definitely not."

They didn't talk much for the rest of the ride, content to watch the dark landscapes fly by as soft music played from the speakers, occasionally disrupted by static. Schwalbe was highly aware of the Colonel, his proximity and dark eyes that flitted over to her every once in a while. 

He parked them down the street in a parking lot with a gate guard and helped her jump out of the car once more when he'd pulled into their assigned spot.

She wanted to protest that she was more than capable of jumping down herself, but then his eyebrows were drawn together in that concentrated frown once more and his calloused hand closed around her own and she couldn't find it in herself to complain. It's kind of gentlemanly, she reasoned with herself, as Alejandro locked the car and put his hand on her lower back again to steer her in the right direction.

Las Almas was a wild mix of colourful street lights, graffiti, and people. And though the city was and had been plagued by conflict for so long, she found the sandstone houses and crowded streets beautiful, peaceful and alive as they were that night. They blended into the crowds going in and out of tiny bars and hole-in-the-wall restaurants, smells and noise all around.

Schwalbe spotted a few men with weapons down a darker alley, and she saw that Alejandro noticed as well. He shook his head and grabbed her hand, pulling her away with tense shoulders.

She felt sorry for him, for the obvious love and care he felt for a place that others viewed as a lost cause. Gently, she placed her much smaller hand onto his forearm, and the Colonel looked down at her with stormy eyes and a set mouth.

"It's a beautiful night," she reminded him quietly, and he rolled his head over his shoulders a few times before smiling.

"It is," he nodded, then pulled her past some kids playing tag and toward a tiny stall on wheels that housed an ancient-looking grill. Schwalbe vaguely recognized the impressively oiled and twirled moustache from somewhere, as the old street vendor turned towards Alejandro and her. 

The divine smell hit her like a ton of bricks and she was too busy trying to translate the small menu on the cart to notice Alejandro's fond gaze. 

"I can order for you if you would like," he told her gently, and when she nodded gratefully, the two men launching into a familiar sort of conversation. After a few seconds, the Colonel turned back towards her. "Are you vegetarian? Do you want some extra spice?"

"No, meat is fine. And spicy as well."

As he continued to order for them and watched the old man prepare their meals like a hawk, Schwalbe looked up at him, still clutching his hand. Alejandro looked softer here, not surrounded by grey walls and soldiers. The street lanterns bathed him in a pretty glow, and she wanted to listen to him talk in Spanish for hours. A younger woman brought over a tiny paper bag that was already soaked in grease, and Schwalbe grinned as she took it from her.

Alejandro shot her a look. "Some of them are for me."

"We'll see," she teased, as the warm scents of sugar and oil and chocolate wafted up towards them. Alejandro laughed, then dropped her hand to pay the old man, waved off the change under exasperated protest and picked up the container of chalupa for them. 

They ate on a bench nearby, watching people as they went past, some of them more or less drunk and others talking loudly and passionately into phones. It was a nice night, with a cool breeze that brought some relief to the hot humidity that had been plaguing the area for a week now. Alejandro bumped his knee into hers after a while, smiling. 

"And?"

"You didn't exaggerate how good this is," she said around a few bites, and he puffed out his chest in pride. 

"I know," he quirked his lips. Then his face fell a little. "Listen, I- I wanted to ask you something. You don't have to answer me if you think it's inappropriate."

"Okay?" Schwalbe said, fishing out her first churro and biting into it with gusto. "Shoot."

Alejandro watched her lick some grease and sugar off her fingers.

"Are you and Ghost... together? Even just... casually, sometimes?"

She almost choked.

"The Lieutenant and me? No!" Schwalbe laughed, genuinely perplexed. Was it not very much obvious who she wanted to ride into the sunset here? "We have known each other for a long time, and he has become someone that I can rely on and vice versa. We're friends."

Alejandro murmured something under his breath that sounded a lot like thank god, then one big hand suddenly closed around the back of her neck and the underside of her ponytail, the other cupping the side of her jaw and cheek. The Colonel leaned in close, ducking a little so their faces were on the same level. His nose brushed along hers and dark eyes burned holes into her soul.

Schwalbe's breath caught and then he whispered her name, her actual name, like a prayer and like a question all wrapped in one, waiting. 

Her head swam from his proximity, his warm breath so close to her mouth and then, recklessly, she decided to just do whatever the hell she felt like doing. 

Even if everything went south, she could just refuse another assignment here and never have to see his handsome face again. But at least for this one night, she could and would have him, if his needy expression was any indication to how he felt. 

She pressed her mouth to his, sugar and spice between them.

Alejandro groaned and pulled her closer by the neck, his thumb stroking the front of her throat. Schwalbe dropped the bag of sweet treats and buried her hands into his thick hair, beard scraping against her chin and cheeks as he kissed her more urgently. It was good and hard and everything that she had hoped kissing Alejandro would be like.

A loud whistle and the cheers of a few drunk ladies stumbling past brought them out of it, Schwalbe's breath just as heavy as his. Her face and neck felt hot where he had touched it, and he watched her from behind lowered eyelashes, eyes urgent.

"Want to go for a drink?" He rasped, and Schwalbe shook her head, jumping to her feet and pulling him up by his hand as well. 

"No, I'd rather be alone with you."

Alejandro's eyes widened for a moment, as he let himself be dragged after her, then he laughed.

"Siempre los callados," he murmured darkly in her ear, though it didn't really seem to be directed at her. His thick arm wound around her waist and he pulled her in closer as they crossed the busy street, music from the bars blaring and people shouting along to it. "Back to base then?"

Tempting. The thought made her give in to the urge to kiss him again and so they stumbled against the brick wall of a convenience store that had drawn their shutters down for the night. She felt drunk off of him, his scent and the taste of his mouth and the way his thumbs curled around her hip bones, then slid into the back pockets of her jeans to squeeze her ass firmly.

Panting, they parted again, and this time it was Alejandro who dragged her back to his car so quickly, that she had to jog to keep up with his long strides, laughing. He nodded towards the guy manning the parking lot, showed his ticket and then pulled her into him as they stumbled along, fumbling for his keys. 

Alejandro opened the passenger door for her again, but she just pushed him into the side of the SUV and pulled his head down until she could suck his lower lip into her mouth. He groaned as he crushed her against himself, the hard muscles of his body flexing under hers as he groped for the door handle of the backseat instead. 

One insistent grab on both of her upper thighs was enough, then Alejandro bent down a little and picked her up. Schwalbe hastily closed her legs around his waist, holding onto his shoulders as he slammed her door shut with his shoulder and somehow managed to turn them. 

Her back hit the soft leather of the backseat, and Alejandro released her long enough for her to crawl backwards and make some room for his much larger frame. They were both breathing heavily, with him still standing at the open door, clutching the frame of the car. 

"Come here," she demanded, and his eyes were little more than black pools of ink underneath his drawn-together eyebrows, as he leaned his forehead onto his arm for a moment, never letting her out of his sight. Then, as he seemed to have taken her in enough for his liking, he crawled into the open space between her legs, turned around only for a moment to slam the door shut behind them, and plunged the interior into darkness. 

He was onto her between one breath and the next, hands sliding underneath her tanktop and massaging both breasts roughly, mouth sucking into the side of her sensitive neck. Alejandro lowered himself between her legs, forcing them open wider with his muscular body. 

Schwalbe moaned softly, hands in his hair as he rubbed himself against her, the pressure between her legs growing.

Fuck, she had fantasized about this moment for weeks, and now that it was actually happening against all odds, she felt like she was having an out-of-body experience.

But Alejandro was much too large for the space, bent in half on top of her, letting out tiny huffs of frustration as she arched back into him desperately, sucking at his lower lip.

Schwalbe pushed him off, and he immediately backed away, breathing harshly and looking worried for a moment, but then she pushed him into a sitting position and climbed into his lap. He groaned as he gripped her waist and ass, pulling her closer and over the hard dick straining against his trousers, grinding them against each other. 

Her breathing came quickly as she ripped off her top, and he fumbled around with the clasp of her bra for only a moment before she was completely exposed to him. Hair wild and tickling her shoulders, she steadied herself on his shoulders for a moment, but then he already latched onto one of her nipples, sliding deeper into the leather seat and pulling her flush against himself. 

Schwalbe squeezed her eyes shut at the sensation, the way his beard scraped along her collarbone and the underside of her boobs as he squeezed them again and sucked harder. 

She said his name softly, and he groaned into her chest, hips jerking up and into her core.

Grinding down into him, she put her cheek on top of his soft hair, letting him take over her body however he wanted. And Alejandro wanted. 

His hands couldn't get enough of her, his mouth sucking bruises into her chest as he dry fucked her through way too many layers of clothing. The stimulation against her clit left her wanting for more, and perhaps impatiently, she started pulling his belt free between them, pushing him back as she worked.

He watched her like a shark, chest heaving as her fingers closed around his hard cock, flushed and drooling with precum already. Alejandro helped her push her jeans down, toying with the lace of her panties as she awkwardly shimmied around, knocking their legs together.

She giggled throughout the whole thing, and he smirked back at her, spread out lazily against the black leather. 

When she was finally able to climb on top of him again, she immediately ground her soaked lace panties against his exposed dick, making him roll his eyes back and hold onto her hips for dear life. 

Schwalbe rolled her hips experimentally, the close contact so much better, the heat between them delicious. His thickness pushed her panties aside eventually, and then it was just soaked skin on skin, his cock dragging through her folds and over her clit and ohmyfuckinggod he was huge. 

"I don't have anything," she whined, desperate as she writhed against him.

"Condoms?" He asked, dazed and when she shook her head no, he thumped his head against the headrest, groaning in frustration. But then he slung his arm across her lower back and pressed her closer, her thighs aching from how far she was being stretched right at her core. 

Alejandro braced his feet on the floor more firmly and then he was rutting up between them with hard, precise thrusts that dragged over her clit and entrance in a way that made her want to forget about safe sex and rules and everything if he could just thrust into her-

He kissed the underside of her jaw, then buried his face into her neck as he pressed himself against her, his free hand gripping the leather behind him to steady himself. The air in the car was hot and smelled like sex and them and Schwalbe's head swam from being stimulated on so many fronts. 

Alejandro whined into her skin softly, and she felt herself gush all over him, beyond caring as she jerked her hips down into his lap as best as she could in his iron grip.

And then his thrusts stopped almost entirely, only one, then a second that were the harshest ones yet, and he spilt between them with a deep groan, sticky semen coating her lower belly and pussy. 

She felt hot all over, tingles shooting up her legs and fingertips as she watched him at the height of his pleasure, hair mussed and undone. 

Her own orgasm wasn't far, she could feel it, but when she gave an impatient twist of her hips Alejandro hissed, overstimulated.

"Hold on," he growled, then sat up straighter so she wasn't pressed down right on top of his dick anymore. His hand snaked down between their mess, middle finger pushing through her and over her slick entrance, easily gliding in.

They both moaned at the way she gripped him, spongy walls greedy. He pumped his finger in and out for a second, watching her face as she clawed her fingers into his shoulders, staring back. Then another finger joined the first, stretching her wider.

Schwalbe could do little more than kneel over him as Alejandro thrust them in a little more harshly, the ball of his palm against her clit until he was as deep as her body would allow. 

He picked up his pace, eyes never leaving her face in the minimal light of the parking lot, tinted windows blocking out the world beyond the two of them. Was there anyone or anything out there that would have mattered as much as this man, anyway? The way he curled his fingers and breathed quickly whenever she whimpered made her want to say no.

A third finger nudged her, and she tensed for a moment. Alejandro was slow and careful with that one, easing it in and out slowly until her pussy was stretched and ready for him. 

His thumb rubbed slow circles over her clit and lower lips, and then his head rolled back with a cocky grin. The hand slid lower until it rested over his thigh, fingers almost entirely removed from her.

"Come on, ride me," he coaxed her in a dark, honeyed voice. His other hand slapped her butt lightly, before grabbing the same cheek and massaging the soft skin there. It made her clench around the tips of his fingers and Alejandro licked his lips, waiting. 

Well, he didn't have to tell her twice. And though her thighs trembled from strain and pressure, Schwalbe was a trained soldier. Once she had set her mind to something, she achieved it. And right now, all she wanted to do was ride the Colonel's finger so well and dirty that he'd start bringing condoms everywhere he went, just in case.

So she did. Flexing her abdomen and thighs she ground down and bounced up so recklessly, that the SUV trembled slightly. She slid her own hands down her stomach, meeting his in the mess between them, before rubbing her clit harshly, fast, like she was just riding one of her toys in the privacy of her home instead of the thick fingers of the man who would put his life into her hands in a couple of days. 

Schwalbe mewled and panted and Alejandro groaned, then leaned forward and sucked her tits again until she shattered around him, leaking all over their fingers and his pants and possibly the expensive leather. Aftershocks wrecked her, but she kept going, uncaring about how loud or wild she must appear until a second, smaller orgasm swept over her like an electric shock.

She collapsed forward and into his chest, and Alejandro gently withdrew his fingers from her, then slung both arms around her shaking body, kissing the side of her head and breathing in the smell of her hair. Her heart raced, thumping in her chest wildly and both their breaths were harsh in the quiet interior of the car. 

"Wanted to do that since the first time I had you sprawled out in my backseat," he growled into her ear, tightening his hold. 

TRANSLATIONS fantasma - ghost Ah, supongo que teníamos la misma idea. - Ah, I guess we had the same idea. El pájaro sabe cantar. - The bird knows how to sing. pequeña ave - little bird guapa - pretty/lovely (used in the beginning stages of a relationship or between friends) Siempre los callados.. - Always the quiet ones.

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Orange and rainbow dividers by @cafekitsune 🧡

(Y/n): Sometimes I think of you as a piñata.

Graves: Because I’m sweet as candy?

(Y/n): Because I want to beat you with a stick.

Alejandro, wiping a tear: I’m so proud of you

Hi🖤

could I please request something with Alejandro Vargas x curvy fem!reader (nsfw) , he's on the jealous side because someone was hitting on the reader but they aren't together, they haven't addressed their tension but him and reader are both very confrontational so cue explosion of feelings and smut (and breeding kink).

Thank you!

Sorry that this took me so long, but here it is, i hope you like it anon! 💗

Mine

Alejandro Vargas x Reader

Warnings: unprotected sex, p in v, semi-public sex, possessive ale, forced breeding (?).

A/N: i want to clarify that my fics are always inclusive for ALL types of female bodies. So, with that being said, i hope you all enjoy this fic 💕

Graves has been flirting with you for days, and Alejandro is not happy about it.

You are part of Los Vaqueros, one of the best soldiers on the team, and also the girl who has made Colonel Vargas lose sleep on countless nights. So, he finally snaps and loses his temper he sees you there, smiling at the blonde foreign man as he compliments your sniper skills after a successful mission, feeling his blood boil at the sight of it.

But Alejandro has a reputation to keep, he’s not gonna fight with a commander in front of everyone. So he waits, pacing around with his jaw clenched until you’re both finally alone in the room.

“I want you to stay away from him” he says, in a stern tone, one you recognize quite well from all those times when he has gotten mad and yelled at the other sergeants.

“Why?” You ask, raising an eyebrow while you clean your sniper rifle, slightly scared of your superior.

“Because you’ve been flirting with him for days, and i don’t want you to get distracted, a pretty gringo should be the last thing on your mind right now.”

“I’m not flirting with him” you shrug. “Graves is just being nice, that’s all.”

“He’s acting nice just to get inside your pants, that’s fucking obvious, so i want you far from him. Es una orden.”

You don’t like Graves, you consider him as a friend, your real interest has always been on Colonel Vargas, but you’re not gonna stay there in silence when he’s being so unreasonable.

“And what if i really want him to fuck me?” You raise your voice, leaving your gun on the table. “You have no right to do this.”

“Don’t speak to me like that, sargento” he warns you, with a devilish smirk on his face.

“Sorry colonel, but this is really unfair. It’s my body, you know? i can decide who i want to fuck, and that’s none of your business.”

That’s enough for Alejandro. He can’t keep holding back, so he walks up to you, putting one of his big hands on your jaw to force you to look up directly at his big brown eyes.

“It is my business, because you are mine. And there’s no fucking way that i’m gonna let such a bastard steal you away from me.”

Your heart beats faster than ever when you hear those words. Is it a love declaration? you’re not sure, but before you can ask or escape from his grasp, he crashes his lips into yours.

And the kiss is not as gentle as you always dreamed of, no, it’s messy and full of unbridled lust, playing with your tongues in a hurried manner, tasting each other.

Neither of you can believe that it’s really happening. You’re both giving in to your most primal desires, after months of teasing, finally relieving all that tension.

Alejandro unclasps your bulletproof vest, and you do the same with his, letting the heavy fabric fall to the ground, kicking them out of the way. Then, he gets his hands under your shirt, caressing your curves and palming your tits.

“Ale” you breathe out, breaking the kiss as you hold to his broad shoulders. “Wait, what if someone sees?”

“Me importa un carajo” he answers. “They can watch how i claim you as mine.”

Both of you know there will be consequences if you get caught, but you don’t care either, you just want to make true all those fantasies that you’ve dreamed about for a long, long time.

Feeling the thrill pumping through your veins, Alejandro wastes no more time to bend you over the table, using one hand to push you down and the other one to work on your pants, exposing your pretty plump ass and your pink panties with a damp spot on them.

“So wet already” he says, running two fingers over your clothed heat. “You want this as much as i do, don’t you, hermosa?”

“Mhm” you mutter, involuntarily bucking your hips, feeling your walls clench around nothing.

Alejandro chuckles at your eagerness, and then he pulls your panties down your legs, finally taking a good look at that pretty pussy between your legs, thinking that it is way better than he ever thought.

He can’t resist it anymore. He undoes his pants and pulls them down, just enough to let his hard cock spring out, fully hard and leaking precum, pumping it a few times with his right hand before guiding it to your cunt.

You whimper when you feel his tip on your slick folds, coating it in your wetness, and that whimper turns into a moan when he finally slips it inside, stretching you impossibly wide on his thick cock, so deep that you can almost feel him in your guts.

Alejandro thrusts slowly, squeezing your ass with his hands, giving you a few seconds to adjust to his size.

However, that gentleness doesn’t last long. Soon he speeds his movements, fucking you rough and fast until all you can hear are your own moans, his heavy breathing and the lewd squelching noises.

“Stop moaning so loud, you’re gonna get us caught” he growls into your ear, moving his left hand to your face and pushing two fingers inside your mouth to shut you up.

But it’s impossible to stay quiet when colonel Vargas is fucking you really good, splitting you open so deliciously, hitting that soft spot with each hard thrust.

“You feel so good hermosa, so fucking tight” Alejandro says, now resting almost all of his weight on your back. “That stupid blondie doesn’t deserve this amazing cunt.”

It’s all too much. An orgasm is coming closer and you know it, so your body reacts by itself, arching your back to give him better access, inadvertently biting his fingers to suppress your desperate whines.

And Alejandro notices it, of course, how could he not when you’re clenching hard around his cock, squeezing him so good?.

“I’m gonna cum inside” he growls in a low voice, using his free hand to rub your clit in fast circular motions. “To have you all knocked up with my child so everyone can see who you belong to.”

A part of you wants him to pull out, and the other wants to milk him dry, not caring about the consequences. But you can’t think straight when you’re getting fucked like a whore, your mind is a mess.

So, before you can form a single coherent thought, you come undone, squirming under him, soaking his cock in your sweet juices while your nails scratch the wooden table.

Alejandro follows right after you, thrusting a few more times into your sensitive hole until he finally comes with a grunt, painting your walls white with spurts of hot cum, as deep as he can, filling your fertile womb to the brim.

Both of you stay there for a minute, riding out your orgasms and catching your breath, blissed out of your minds after such a good quick fuck.

Once you’re done, he pulls out, giving you just enough time to fix your clothes and disheveled hair before the door opens again, this time with Soap, who forgot to ask something to Alejandro.

And Colonel Vargas speaks calmly, as if he hadn’t rearranged your guts just a few minutes ago, now with a stupid grin on his face. Cause he knows that, if his seed takes, he’s going to take you out of the military, away from all those gross men, and finally have you all to himself, molding you into his pretty little housewife.

cw. nsfw, very light angst, poly!valerudyale x reader, threesome (m/f/f), poorly translated spanish, bondage, forced voyeur!alejandro, slight sub!alejandro, use of gags, brief cockstepping, use of mami and papi, oral (f receiving), hair pulling, manhandling, spanking, grinding, praise, degradation, handjob, overstimulation, creampie, fingering *not proofread, just pure horny

[I thought of this idea in the shower pls do not perceive me rn 🫣🫣] @lucyisdoingfine

MINORS DNI!!

you watched as valeria, rudy, and alejandro talked. valeria acting as if she's annoyed, rudy smiling softly and alejandro grinning like an idiot. you merely watched, with a shadow of a smile on your face. you were glad that they finally had time to spend together. but all you did was watch, barely paying attention to the conversation as they all chatted away.

rudy grabbed your hand, squeezing it softly and bringing it up to his lips to kiss your palm. valeria moved to sit closer to you, placing a hand on your thigh and rubbing soft circles into your skin with her thumb. alejandro barely even glanced at you, too absorbed in the moment with valeria and rudy to give you a sign that he remembered you were there.

"I'm gonna go get a drink."

you wanted an excuse to escape from there and it was easy enough to find one. valeria and rudy watched as you walked away, sharing a knowing glance. alejandro got called by a recruit, nodding off to rudy that he'll be back in a minute. as if they heard each other's thoughts, they both followed you. rudy pressed himself behind you, while valeria was in front of you. rudy has his hands on your waist, holding you against his chest. valeria held your face gently, laying a soft kiss on your nose.

"No te preocupes por él cariño, concéntrate en nosotros." (don't worry about him honey, focus on us.)

rudy laid light kisses on your shoulder, his arms tightening around you. you let yourself get lost in their touch, pushing your ass back against rudy. he groans quietly, trailing a hand down your stomach to cup your pulsing cunt. his fingers rub your clit over your jeans, the barely there feeling making you whimper and squirm.

"tenemos lazos y mordazas, ve a buscar a alejandro." (we got ties and gags, go find alejandro.)

rudy kisses your cheek softly, patting your hips before walking off to find alejandro. valeria grabs your hand, pulling you into your room. she tugs you closer by your belt, letting out a soft moan when your lips connect. your hands hold her face carefully, pressing your bodies impossibly closer. valeria tugs at your jeans, popping the button and pushing them down your thighs. you quickly kick them off to the side, pulling valeria's shirt over her head.

she walks you back to the bed, hovering over you as you shift up the bed. valeria works her jeans down, pressing a thigh between yours. she prompts your hips to start grinding, your clit rubbing against the wet fabric of your panties as you move along her thigh. valeria tugs at your bra, unclipping it and throwing it somewhere else.

"mira lo bonita que eres, todo para mami." (look how pretty you are, all for mommy.)

you're holding onto valeria's shoulders as she kissed down your chest and stomach. the door opens revealing alejandro and rudy. rudy quickly pushes alejandro inside, tugging your desk chair out to point to the bed. alejandro is grumbling under his breath but makes no move to get out of the chair when rudy makes him sit down.

rudy rummaged through a box in your closet, taking out thick silk ties and a gag. alejandro was about to protest but rudy pressed his foot to alejandro's hard-on, making him shudder and still in his seat. rudy took that moment to tie Alejandro's wrists to the chair and shove his mouth apart to lock the gag in place.

rudy stepped away from him, watching alejandro squirm with a smirk on his face. valeria made quick work of your panties, throwing them onto alejandro's lap. she was quick to pull your thighs over her shoulders, her mouth immediately working on your clit. your back arches off the bed, your hand pushing her head closer to your sticky cunt. valeria kept working at your clit, sucking the nub into her mouth and swirling her tongue over it.

rudy stood at the end of the bed, lifting valeria's hips to bring her onto her knees. the new position pushes her face closer to your center. rudy presses his fingers to valeria's clit, making her gasp against your pussy. he tugged her panties down, throwing them onto alejandro's lap with yours. alejandro let out a short whine, feeling his cock twitch and pulse in his boxers. rudy slipped his fingers through valeria's folds, teasing his fingers over her clit.

valeria sucks on your clit harshly, knocking you over the edge as she slipped her fingers into you. her fingers scissored you open, working you open to another blissful orgasm. rudy watched as your face contorted in pleasure, sinking further into the bed as valeria lifted her mouth from you. rudy held valeria's hip, slowly pressing his fingers into her. valeria let out a shaky breath, eyes fluttering as rudy curled and crooks his fingers just right to hit that one spot that has valeria nearly melting into the bed.

"todavía no, rudy. hacer que nuestro lindo bebé se sienta bien." (not yet, rudy. make our cute baby feel good.)

rudy pulls himself away from valeria, letting her move to sit by your head. valeria and rudy share a look and peer over at alejandro. his chest is heaving with each deep breath he takes, his cock straining in his pants. not to mention how both yours and valeria's panties were hastily thrown onto his lap. you lay on the bed boneless, leaning into valeria's soothing touch as she held your face gently.

rudy kneels on the bed, running his hands up and down your thighs. he rubs quick circles on your clit with his thumb as he tugs you down the bed. you squirm as rudy roughly flips you over. he props your hips up, his hands kneading the flesh of your ass. he spreads your cheeks, eyeing the way your slick cunt glistens under the low lighting of your room.

"serás bueno para nosotros, ¿sí? dejar que mami y papi te hagan sentir bien?" (you'll be good for us, yea? let mommy and daddy make you feel good?)

valeria sits in front of you, lifting your head to point you to the treat laying in front of you. you follow her movements, eyes sparkling as you had her spread out. rudy uses valeria's distraction to press his cockhead to your hole, slipping in once valeria pushes your head closer to her mound. your hands are clutching at her thighs, your tongue pressing and swirling around her clit.

you can't stop the moan that vibrates against valeria when rudy bottoms out inside you. he can't stop himself from gripping your hips harshly, as he hurriedly picked up his pace. there are going to be bruised after he's done but the thought only makes you wetter. the three of you can barely contain your noises. rudy is losing himself in how tightly your sweet cunt grips him, valeria's eyes are fluttering closed as you lick and suck on her throbbing clit, you're dizzy as valeria tangles a hand in your hair and rudy's nails dig into the skin of your hips.

"joder, como esa chica bonita." (fuck, just like that pretty girl.)

valeria leans back on the headboard, watching as rudy pushes and pulls your body as he pleases. rudy pulls you flush to his pelvis, his tip nearly kissing your cervix. valeria has a smirk on her face as she looks over at alejandro, keeping eye contact with him as she moans and pushes your head closer to her. the way you suck and lap at her clit proves too much as her thighs shake with her release.

valeria bucks her hips against your face, riding out her high as best as she can on your tongue. she falls limp against the pillows, letting you pull away to take a deep breath. once your not burying your face in valeria's thighs, rudy tugs you back against him, pounding you harder than before. the sudden increase in pace has you scrambling to hold onto the sheets. valeria coos at you, slowly letting her fingers rub circles on her clit. your head feels like mush as rudy just takes and takes from you, pulling and pushing your body as he pleased. his touch is firm as his throbbing cock battered your insides.

"¿papi te hace sentir bien, hm?" (is daddy making you feel good, hm?)

you can only respond is a slurry of yes' and curses, grinding your hips back against rudy. he pushes against your shoulders, pressing down to keep your chest pinned to the bed. you spread your legs further, the new position letting rudy touch deeper and harder than before. rudy shifts his hips, nearly coming undone when your needy cunt tightened around him. your eyes have rolled into the back of your head by now, drowning in pleasure with rudy.

valeria loved the look of absolute need and want in alejandro's eyes. the lewd sight of the leader of los vaqueros bound to a chair, gag in his mouth, cock aching and hard in his pants with his girlfriend's panties thrown across his lap making a pang of pride flood her chest.

“papi-” you can't stop the high-pitched whine from leaving your lips.

valeria's and alejandro's eyes snapped to you, eyeing the way you trembled and moaned under rudy's ministrations. rudy kissed along your shoulders and back. rudy nudged a hand down, pressing two fingers against your clit. you jolt as he drew small tight circles on your clit, tears pooling in your eyes as you tried to take in all the pleasure. but Rudy's cock feels too good and valeria and alejandro's gaze is making you even needier.

"mami-" your hands fist the sheets as valeria massages your arms softly. "I'm right here, mi vida."

you tilt your head to the side, barely being able to keep your eyes open as rudy and valeria overwhelm your senses. your cunt is fucked raw and sensitive, tightening and pulsing around his cock. rudy bucks his hips two, three more times before warm spurts of cum coat your inner walls. you feel like a puddle under rudy as he rides out his high, pumping you full.

"ahí vamos, niña bonita. guárdalo dentro, ¿sí?" (there we go, pretty girl. keep it inside, okay?)

rudy lets you fall limp against the bed, kissing your hands softly. valeria looks over at alejandro, getting up to tilt his head up to her. alejandro was getting restless in his ties, his cock hard and aching. valeria tugged his pants low enough for his erection to spring out, tip red and sticky. valeria barely paid attention to the way you and rudy hushed and whispered to one another.

valeria stepped back, sitting beside you on the bed. the three of you watched alejandro like a predator, watching how precum pearls at his tip. yours and valeria's panties still across his lap. alejandro's hips bucked slightly into the air to get any sort of reprieve on his dick.

valeria peered over at rudy, pulling him to lie down between you and her. with a hand on his chest to keep you steady, you leaned into valeria, holding your neck as you made out with her over rudy. valeria led the hand that was on her face to rudy's cock, using your hand to stroke him to fullness again. you two stroked along rudy's cock, giving alejandro the best view of how you twisted your wrist and tightened your grip around him.

"not so fun being ignored, now is it, alejandro?"

This is just a theory since it would be a little too complex and crazy.

What if the three Illyrians (Rhysand, Cassian, Azriel) really are half brothers or cousins? It's not such a stretch. Cassian and Azriel both have hazel eyes, although it could be a common eye color among Illyrians. Cassian and Azriel are the bastards of unnamed lords but what if it is the same lord? Perhaps that lord could be related to Rhysand's family? Or the trios' Illyrian mothers are sisters?

Or the lord is Rhysand's father, the High Lord of the Night Court? It's not uncommon for male rulers to have their own affairs and multiple bastards. Rhysand's parents were mates but it wasn't a loving relationship.

SJM keeps describing the three Illyrian brothers and the three Archeron sisters.

Azriel & Rhysand Parallels

He and I were more similar than most realized. (ACOFAS 73)

This line has always lingered in my mind, so I decided to dig deeper. These two have more in common than good looks...

This is only a small selection. There are tons of subtle similarities all through the series.

I hope these parallels extend to their romantic relationships as well in future books. Rhys risked war for Feyre. I have a feeling Azriel will risk war to be with Elain. 😏

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'.

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strip poker (pt. 1)

Task Force 141 (and Los Vaqueros) x fem!reader

Summary: It started simply. An invitation out to the base for just a night of drinking since some of Soap’s buddies from Mexico were in the U.K. for a visit. You had just planned to tag along as his plus one for the night and enjoy some drinks with his old military buddies.

But then Soap’s CO, Price, brought out some cards.

Tags: afab reader/fem pronouns/anatomy, unprotected PIV sex, riding that vaquero, naked reader, clothed male, voyeurism, EVENTUAL ORGY I PROMMIE, 18+ smut beyong this point

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: hellooooooo the long awaited fic of strip poker that was all started from this ask. this is just a part one (of 2 parts bc y'all wanted the orgy....sigh) and i thought i'd give rudy some love bc he doesn't seem to get a whole lot <3

find it on ao3 here!

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It started simply. An invitation out to the base for just a night of drinking since some of Soap’s buddies from Mexico were in the U.K. for a visit. You had just planned to tag along as his plus one for the night and enjoy some drinks with his old military buddies.

But then Soap’s CO, Price, brought out some cards, a twinkle in his eye as he looked at you and suggested a round of poker. You then confessed that you didn’t know how to play poker, much to everyone’s apparent amusement. Soap’s friend, Gaz, sat next to you and offered to help teach you the basics of poker. But after a disastrous first three games, in which you were beaten royally by everyone else at the table, you were ready to give up, before Soap declared he wanted to up the ante, a dangerous glint in his eye, and suggested they switch to strip poker. You just rolled your eyes at Soap’s suggestion, but the other men in the room nodded with a few chuckles, overruling you.

“I feel like this is a setup,” you grumbled, pulling in your new cards as Price dealt them.

“Just an incentive to win, hen,” Soap said, his teasing grin giving away his true motivation.

After a few starting rounds of the new game mode with you soundly losing, they made a deal with you; they got to pick which article of clothing you took off if they won, you got to pick who stripped if you won. You agreed, though at that point, you were down to your shirt, pants, and everything underneath, having exhausted your “shoes and socks count as one article of clothing” argument.

Not that it helped you, as you seemed to be losing consistently. Though Soap seemed to be the second worst player, so you got him down to his pants at least. Ghost, Soap’s L.t., was winning and had all of his clothes, while the rest had lost just a couple of pieces.

You finally folded when they got you down to your bra and panties, now just resigning to sit back and watch. But then they argued that whoever wins got to tell you what to take off. You just rolled your eyes, but went along with it.

When Ghost won, again, he told you to take the bra off. you did, but you kept an arm over your breasts, so they were still sort of covered. They all groaned at that, tired of the teasing.

“C'mon, hen, let us see,” Soap whined.

You rolled your eyes at him, but you removed your arm. But when they all moaned appreciatively and Gaz, nearest to you, tried to make a move, you swatted him away. “New rules, boys: you can look, but you can’t touch yet.”

So, it was back to more whining and groaning.

But soon, Price won the next hand, and his eyes drilled into you. “Panties off, love,” he ordered, every bit of the captain, then patted his lap. “C'mere.”

You stood and shucked off your panties, tossing them to Rudy who was on your other side. Somehow you managed to evade Alejandro's hands and on your way to Price's lap. His hands were around your waist as soon as you sat down, possessive and low.

“New rules,” he growled out against your neck. “Whoever wins gets to fuck her while the rest watch. Got it?”

You gasped as he started to play with your nipples, while the rest nodded eagerly. Gaz dealt the next hand, his gaze barely getting ripped away as you squirmed on Price’s lap as he teased you. You vaguely looked at the cards in Price’s hand--nothing too terribly round-winning--but you couldn’t pay too much attention with the way that his talented fingers plucked at the sensitive parts of your body.

It was perhaps the most tense game of poker that night, now that you were part of the reward for winning. Alejandro cursed and threw down his hand as he folded during the second round. Price folded more calmly after him, satisfied enough with teasing you.

Rudy ended up winning the final round, leaning back with a smug grin while everyone else cursed and threw their cards at the table. His eyes were dark and lidded as he turned his gaze to you, patting his lap.

“C’mere, cariño,” he purred.

You stood on shaky legs, supporting yourself with Price’s arm he offered out. You could feel six pairs of eyes on you as you made your way over to Rudy. He held out his arms to you as you slid into his lap, one leg on either side of his legs. He hummed, his hands wandering over your naked skin to cup your breasts and press his face between them. He rubbed his thumbs over your nipples, staring up at you with his dark eyes when you gasped and wriggled in his grasp.

“So sensitive, cariño,” he murmured, drawing a nipple into his mouth, lathing his tongue over the sensitive nub.

You moaned, rubbing your cunt over the steadily growing bulge in his pants. “Mm, Rudy…”

He popped off of your nipple, snaking a hand down between your bodies to rub at your clit. “Gonna be a good girl for me? Mi chula buena?”

You nodded, biting your lip as sparks of pleasure rocketed up through your body. “Mm, yes, Rudy, please.” He inserted a finger into your slowly soaking cunt and you moaned, throwing your head back, as he soon reached that spongy spot inside of you that you could never reach with your own fingers. “Oh, Rudy, please! Please, please fuck me.”

He chuckled, a low, growly sound, removing his hand from inside you to unzip his pants, covering his leaking cock with your slick. “Shh, cariño, you’ll get what you want, prometo.” He rubbed the head of his cock against your clit, then slowly pushed into your cunt.

You let out a high pitched moan as Rudy’s cock slowly filled you. He groaned into your neck, hips hitching into your tight heat as he buried himself to the hilt. “Fuck, cariño, you’re so fucking tight, fucking squeezing me.” He cut off with another groan when you clenched around him at his words.

Someone whined behind you, but you could hardly pay any attention to anything else but Rudy’s thick cock slowly rearranging your insides. You clutched at his shoulders, nails digging into the taut muscles there. Your thighs quivered as you lifted your hips and then sank back down with a whine. Rudy gripped your hips in a bruising hold, helping you bounce on his cock.

“Oh, fu-uck, Rudy!”

He groaned, drawing your nipple into his mouth once again, drawing out high-pitched moans from you as he did. “Fuck, so good, cariño, so, so good for me. Fuck, feel so good, taking me like this.”

You whined and bounced faster on his cock, tossing your head back as the thrill and pleasure coursed through your body. Rudy’s talented mouth switched back and forth between your nipples while one hand remained on your hip to guide you, the other buried in the space between your bodies, rubbing your clit in smooth, consistent circles.

“Ohh, Rudy--please!”

“Shh, just keep going, cariño,” Rudy growled against your tits, gaze dark and intense as he stared up at you. “You’re being so good for me, mi chula buena--fuck--I’m so close.”

Your fingers gripped the hair at the base of his scalp, holding his head flush against your breasts so his mouth could continue its ministrations. You bounced even faster on his cock, angling your hips so the head brushed over that sensitive spot deep inside you with each thrust.

“Oh, fuck, Rudy, I’m gonna cum!”

He groaned against your skin, hands holding your hips with a bruising grip as he thrust up into you. “Fu-uck, I’m close, too, cariño. C’mon, cum for me, so, so good.”

You gasped and moaned sweetly as his words tipped you over the edge, melting into his embrace as you rode out your high. Rudy groaned, hips hitching into your tight warmth as his orgasm followed soon after yours.

He ran a hand up your spine to cup the back of your head, holding it for support as he scooted his chair away from the table. Then, he stood, making you gasp as his cock shifted inside of you, before he laid you on the table. All the men around you groaned as you were laid out on display for them, while Gaz and Ghost took the opportunity to hold your legs open as Rudy pulled out, moaning at the sight of his cum dripping out of your soaking cunt.

You panted as six pairs of hands roamed over your body, sparks of lust slowly rekindling deep in your core despite the fact that you had just cum. You leaned up on your elbows, giving the six men a shaky grin.

“So who’s ready for round two?”

cw. nsfw, afab!reader, oral (f receiving), bondage, hair pulling *not proofread, just pure horny

[the poll wanted price but I need more alejandro content oops 🤭]

MINORS DNI !!

if someone told you that one day, alejandro vargas was going to be on his knees infront of you with his mouth on your slick cunt and his hands tied behind his back, you probably wouldn't believe them.

he peers up at you through his eyelashes, moaning into your wet pussy at how your eyes are already on him. your legs are perched on his shoulders, your hand buried in his hair to keep his mouth working on you.

you can hear the slight rustle of the cuffs binding him, his lower half tensing as he takes your throbbing clit in his mouth. his tongue drags down your slit, his eyes sparking in the dim office lights.

your thighs tighten around his head, his eyes fluttering as he eases his tongue into you. each of his low moans send jolts of pleasure up your spine. his pants do little to hide how hard he is but oh how he wishes you could feel how much he's leaking within his confines.

alejandro shuffles closer, pressing his nose to your clit while his tongue delves in and out of your sticky cunt. tears glimmer in your eyes as you push the hair out of his face, clenching around his tongue as he merely looks up at you with lust and devotion.

a new wave of love and arousal crashed over you as your eyes shut, basking in the feeling of alejandro lapping up everything you give him. your words are jumbled as each flick of his searing tongue pushed you closer to the edge.

alejandro groaned against your sweet cunt ad your legs tightened around him, holding him there as you rode out your high on his tongue. his eyes rolled to the back of his head as he swallowed down every drop he could get his mouth on.

your hand tugged at his hair harshly, before your thighs loosened around him. both of your breathing is erratic, as you both take a moment to piece yourselves back together. alejandro's mouth and chin are glistening in your juices, a familiar sight that always sends sparks to your still pulsing cunt.

"Lean back, mi amor. I'm not done yet."