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Rudy: Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on you again for taking advantage of my compassionate and forgiving nature!

Alejandro: How dare you!

Once Alejandro got stopped at the exit of the strip club for not paying for the service (he forgot) and then Rudy came to rescue and paid for him

Now every and then he tells everyone that he bought Alejandro out of the brothel, at what Alejandro always acts furious, yelling that it wasn't anything like that

"I bought you like a cheap whore you are"

"NO YOU DIDN'T"

Someone commented on edit with Alejandro, calling him their "little border hopper" and I'm fucking losing it

Monster Call of Duty Men with a dread ducky demon reader

Author’s Note: characters may be out of character, Dread Ducky is one of my favorite characters in dark deception and I’m also getting into call of duty so I made this, cod monster types are based off of the designs of @bluegiragi , I hope you enjoy it. I also might make a gold watcher and doom ducky one, hell I might make a murder monkey one. I apologize if I get some stuff wrong about call of duty. Let me know if you want more.

You were a Dread Ducky, a demon who was made of flesh and robotics, wearing your traffic cone hat and doing the dance of your people with pride, not afraid to bust some ass either if they say otherwise. Just like your mama who was a Doom Ducky demon, you wanted to join the military and wallop those asses in battle and have justice served. When you first got there, you already felt eyes on you by others soldiers. Some were curious stares and some were “what the hell is that” stares but you pushed them away because there was no way you were going to let them ruin your day. Price had read your files and he was both impressed in your skills and is interested in you, he was the first one to welcome you to the team when you got there. Price always gives a listening ear even if you can’t really speak and you mostly communicate through quacks and movement. Your silly duck dance manages to make him crack a smile. In battle, the dragon hybrid man is impressed by your strength and moves, especially when you open your mouth real wide only to reveal another head coming out with a swift movement to bite and drag your opponent back to your mouth like a cuckoo clock. In the background of the battle field fighting and watching you kick ass like “that’s my boy/girl/Ducky”.

Ghost was suspicious of you when he first met you, he observes you from a far, when he finally opens up to you more he will tell the most cheesy dad jokes. “Hey what do you call a bear that has no teeth?”. . . . . “A gummy bear” (sorry I had too, my bad 😂💀) “what did the duck say to the bar tender?”. . . . . “Put it on my bill.” (Ok fine I’ll stop)

He enjoys just sitting down with you, there’s a smile behind his mask when you do your ducky dance, he doesn’t know why but he manages to crack a smile and let out a snort when you do it. He also can’t help but to crack a smile behind his mask when you make quacks to say “hey ghost how are you doing?” And “what up Lt.” as for Soap, he loves you, Johnny loves you, from your traffic cone hat to your ducky dance and to your cute little waddles when you walk or run. He was always curious about your monster type and he finds you both cool and adorable. He hypes you up when you ducky dance, he will also make an attempt to try to do your ducky dance as well with a funky beat in the background. It always blows a circuit in his mind when you sit down because it looks like your legs completely disappeared without a trace. He also asks if he can ride you (Ayo? Not like that, he means like a piggy or more like ducky back ride) Gaz like soap, loves you, he also hypes up your sweet dance moves. he might attempt on trying to do your ducky dance. He runs around with you on free time. He in enjoys roof top talks with you and goofing off with you.

You and Alejandro get along, you two are dance buddies, you two joke around and laugh a lot. You love helping Rudy, Soap, and Gaz play pranks then act a fool when you are questioned by it.

In the end they love you, you are their chaotic ball of sunshine.

The ballad of Hamreader

Monster Cod x Hamantha reader

Art and song belongs to Jack Stauber, some of his lyrics will be in the story to match some of the scenes, the lyrics in the song use she and her but don’t get confused because the reader’s pronouns of course is up to you. Reader has one eye.

Y/n of course means your name and l/n means last name for those who don’t know.

Type: angst

Warnings: cannibalism?, blood, and reader’s death

Life’s extension lottery, kind to some but not to thee

Born with a rare and sad disease, she grew a ham where her head should be.

Y/n “Ham/n” (basically your name fused with ham, or you could make up a different call sign) l/n was a simple man/woman/person who would help her/his/their loved ones in anyway that they/she/he can. Y/n knew that they/she/he was a odd sight to see, a ham where her/his/their head should be is something no one really sees or experiences before. But then again in this world of monsters,hybrids, and humans she/they/he is just another one living on god’s green earth.

Flowing hair, she was a cutie pie

Meaty face and a lovely eye

Her dream was to be a famous star!

But at the rate she was going; she wasn’t going fa-a-ar

Y/n wanted to be a war hero like her/his/ their grandpa was, to save the innocent lives in the rubble and to take care of them.

Hamantha, Hamantha

You were impossible to ignore

They always felt eyes on them wherever they go.

Hamantha Hamantha

So greedy we wanted more

She befriended her crew, he made many friends, for example roach. They made him a pink beaded bracelet with both his name and call sign on it, it also had silver roach charms on it.

Sometimes her and ghost would throw rocks as a game to relieve stress, sometimes they would make little goals to set so they could aim for it.

Flowing hair, she was a cutie pie

Meaty face and a lovely eye

Her dreams in the sky, her father felt her pain

And as he shot at the clouds, it began to rain

Y/n, was taking a break from training in the rain, sitting by a place to be covered from the rain, just reminiscing.

Hamantha, Hamantha

You were impossible to ignore

Hamantha, Hamantha

So greedy we wanted more

Y/n hummed to himself a tune, they heard footsteps approaching her. He looks to see a medic “Excuse me, the doctor wanted me to come get you. You see the doctor believed he found a cure and with the permission of the higher ups and of course you, he would like to try it on you.”

Got a call from the doctor

He had some amazing news for her

He just developed a cure

If she hurried over now, he'd try it out on her

As soon as they heard this he rans to the medical wing, the medic trying to catch up to him. Her happy tears streamed as excitement only extended his stamina.

Burst out the door, she was beaming

Among the raindrops her happy tears were streaming

Finally freed from her pain

But something else fell with the rain

Y/n then felt a sharp pain in her head, something pierced through his scull. The last thing y/n saw was the wet grass on the ground with some of their blood painted on it and heard the scream of the medic and felt the continuing cold rain drops.

She fell to the the sidewalk, now empty

Of the life which once christened her body

Ghost was outside in the ran, he stubbed his toe on a rock which caused him to curse and throw the rock away with pain and anger. He then heard a loud thud and a scream which he immediately ran to it.

He found you on the ground bleeding out and immediately helped the medic carry you in. As he carried you in he saw it, a glimpse of the sharp rock he threw. . .

He couldn’t believe it he hurt you, he hurt his friend, teammate, and the man/woman/ person he loved, the person he wanted to spend his life with.

Flowing hair, she was a cutie pie

Meaty face and a lovely eye

At her time of death

The doc said "time to eat!"

So he took a bite out of her face meat

Hamantha, Hamantha

You were impossible to ignore (La-la-oh...)

Hamantha, Hamantha

So greedy we wanted more

So much happened that day, an accidental murder, a doctor who was charged and sentenced to jail for eating his patient. Ghost never forgave himself even if it’s an accident and the Team members comforted him and told him it was an accident. You were a hero to civilizans, a friend to all, and a lover and partner to ghost. A statue was built in your memory. They all pray to your statue before leaving on a mission. Sometimes Ghost would sit next to it and eat his MRE there.

Soaring infinitely through space

Hamantha's soul was graced

With a glance of our humble planet

At which she was amazed

The news of her untimely death

Had spread out near and far

And through her soul, the truth was whole

The dream had crossed the bar

Hamantha had become a star

Hamantha was finally a star

Hamantha had become a star

Hamantha was finally a star

Art by @noroalia they did a wonderful job drawing this, it’s honestly amazing.

You mention that Alejandro calls Sweetheart Mama once. imagine Sweetheart calling him and Rudy Papi as a term of endearment 👀

Those boys are feeling hotter than a Mexican summer and going through all the emotions when Sweetheart calls him/them Papi with a sweet smile ✨



HNNMGGGGGGGG

You need to be stopped anon, cause that's baby making shit right there--

Alejandro called her mama accidentally, but then he saw how it affected Sweetheart and fell in love with calling her that so he says it ALL THE TIME

"Well done, mama!"

"Ahhh, mama, you will be the death of me."

"Holá, mama... How are you doing tonight?"

"You don't need to pick that up, mama. I got it."

And so on.

And it makes Sweetheart feel warm and embarrassed-- especially with Alejandro's deep ass gravely ass voice is just top tier.

And then he's so goofy, he sometimes calls her "mamacita" when he's feeling silly, and they both get a good laugh

(But fr, Sweetheart gets so giddy when he calls her "mama". Like she looks down and tries to hide her shy smile. It's adorable to Ale)

But this time she claps back and WOW--

"Don't get hurt too much, mama."

"You ain't gotta worry about me, Papi."

(CUE MIRROR SHATTER EFFECT)

BEG PARDON???? EXCUSE ME??? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY???

And then she winked when she did it too-- AUGH JUST SHOOT ME NOW

Alejandro didn't say N O T H I N he was just a statue (with something standing up TEEHEE🤭🤭)

She just snickered and giggled while walking away. HE WAS SMILING EAR TO E A R BABES HE WAS SO HAPPY

And then Rudy- poor baby he wasn't ready.

"You ready, Sweetheart?"

"Born ready, papi."

....

H U H

She said HWAT

Rudy was just this 😳🧍‍♂️

I mean his vision was just GONE, he was lightheaded and red just like the 'huh'

Sweetheart asked if he was okay, went to touch his shoulder and he passed out 💀

Ale and Sweets say it to each other like nothing. "Good morning, mama!" "Mornin' papi!" LIKE WOAH

And then with Rudy, she really uses it to tease him 🤭🤭 "You alright, papi? You seem tense." She says as she curls Rodolfo's hair with her finger. He's just BABBLING AWAY GETTING OVERWHELMED AND DIZZY

(UGH I love them-- Rudy is my baby boy. I need to write about the both of them more 🤔)

I thought about this too.

I think he really understood Spanish. For exmple what you also wrote.

My example is when Alejandro tells him in Spanish: "Don't get lost, brother" - And Ghost's quick response reveals a bit that he understands Spanish. Alejandro's face reflected this curiosity and his face says 'this man is full of surprises' or ' I knew you understood us, you .... '.

( This is my opinion about this, but if I said something wrong, please correct me)

Headcanon : Ghost has always understood Spanish.

Based on a convo I had recently with @simonriley1994

In the Las Almas arrival cutscene, Alejandro asked Ghost and Soap "You know Spanish?", to which only Soap answered that he did not. Meanwhile, Ghost just stayed silent. That got me thinking.

According to his biography, Ghost has spent years and years in the stealth business and covert assignments, even earning his callsign for his efficiency and lethality right? Plus, the bio said that he "seeks solitude" and "thrives" in ops with little to no support. Bro likes being alone.

That makes me wonder, if he does stuff alone around the world, it would be stupid of him to not learn another language or two beside English. My theory is, he actually understands Spanish and probably Russian and other languages. However, if you're learning a language, it usually starts with understanding what people speaks before you can actually speak them.

Ghost is at that stage for all the foreign languages he knows, and when he speaks Spanish, it's the BRITISHEST Spanish ever.

Now here's the funny part: When Ghost and Soap entered the car, Rudy said to Alejandro, "Tengo miedo de los fantasmas" ("I'm scared of ghosts"). What if Ghost understands what he said???

And when Rudy decided to push his luck by saying "With that mask, you'll fit in well here Ghost.", Ghost looked at him UNIMPRESSED. But what if he was half that, but also half messing with Rudy? Like he knows Rudy's kinda scared of him, and then he decided to mess around with Rudy all the while telling him not to 'fuck-around-and-find-out' with him.

Like he's aware that Rudy's scared of him, but when he saw that Rudy still had the balls of steel to joke around with him, I'd like to think that Ghost's is half "...bitch..." but also half impressed.

[COD MW2 HCS] 141 + Los Vaqueros + König with a Neutral Gender! Writer! Reader

A/N : How come we never see a Reader as a writer in whatever fandom - or am I blind - in headcanons ? I mean... So many people writing amazing fanfictions or headcanons on this platform or everywhere else and... No ? Really ? We’re talking about a military Reader here, by the way. 

TW : none (for once) except the ugly typos you may encounter. Only one very little mention of smutty litterature 

John “Soap” MacTavish 

So... Let’s start with our lovely Scottish sergeant 

It is apparently canon that he likes to draw on a small notebook he keeps with him dearly. 

So he knows. He is acquainted with the ‘writer’s zone’ we flee into when inspiration holds us within its graceful arms. When the images of action flood through out brain when a stroke of genius light up our features and how we appear lost in some kind of parallel universe only us are able to interact with (well... it’s how it looks like for me, feel free to comment - writer or not - how your imagination works) 

However, Soap is mostly aware about the tropes and what we can consider as the technical side of writing such as relashionship dynamics for your characters - if it implies the said relashionships - 

I think he is the kind to prefer roomates universes because of the domesticity he is able to find there and friendship warms his heart. Although, that’s just an impression. 

He is actually the biggest help out of the 141 because when he draws he also uses the codes of his type of creation for his cute doodles you suspect him to scribble on the yellowed paper of his little diary. 

He knows what it is to lack of insipiration, even though he tends to throw his thoughts on the paper and reproduces his surroundings. 

He appreciates the smallest details that compose his world. He notices them all. 

But I digress. 

You two share a world not so accessible for the rest of the team. When you talk about [Insert fiction character of trope here] in a very specific context, the others gaze at you confused. 

More than writing, it is a little sweet thing you two share and you would never lose that for anything in the world.

Simon “Ghost” Riley 

He... Understands... Not like Soap. He doesn’t have that much imagination. 

He gets it is your hobby. It is as valuable as any other activity. 

Simon thinks it’s cute in some way. You, lost in thought, next to him, about and into something he can’t quite grasp. And a sheet of paper or the blank screen of an app on your tablet or whatever device you judged comfortable.

At first, you asked for his help about some details, or his opinion, or his advice. Then, you understood he was too down-to-earth and wounded by his abusive past to allow himself to relax this way next to you. 

Yet, you used your hobby as a way to stay with him as a support. He had just to tug a bit at your sleeve and all your attention would be on him. 

It was the first step. 

You understood quickly that your writing might be able to help him unwind and finally get comfortable. 

You write him silly stories, made for him to laugh, or to smile at least. It wasn’t a big deal, just fables. You have no idea what he does with it. You just hope it enables him to dream even if just during the day like a fleeting thought clinging to him. A distant echo of something nice his heart and his memory agreed on keeping dearly underneath his leaden shell. 

You also may be the one reading your own stories to him. But the mistakes, the inconsistencies or the lack of meaning and every little flaws in your writing may appear much more visible once clearly uttered. 

By dint of effort, you manage to soften him a bit. He doesn’t want to ask you if he could read either what you are writing or if you have something for him. However, he eventually hopes within the depth of his heart that he can flee from reality for a few minutes. 

He is so grateful to you even though he is bitter on the fact he can’t bring you much constructive criticism. 

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick 

Another one who understands one might have such a hobby but he may not relate. 

I don’t see Gaz as someone who reads a lot. It’s just not his thing. He’ll read for sport news or something related to one of his own hobbies. 

I guess he doesn’t have the patience to sit somewhere comfortable and allow his mind to wander this way thanks to your words. 

Except maybe when he desperately needs to unwind and his thoughts are too noisy so he needs to occupy his plagued mind with something totally different. 

However, he is curious about the creation process. 

He’ll ask about your ‘tools’ after you explain to him that your scenario and elements of the story doesn’t entirely pop out of thin air and you may have to rethink and to shape your ideas to make up a story both understandable and enjoyable. 

He laughs when he notices about your nonsensical Internet history. How can it be so weird ? And then, he remembers what kinds of research he does when the night isn’t kind to him and he doesn’t laugh anymore.

Sometimes, your brain amazes him. You sound so cool when you take the time to explain some of your ideas. 

Kyle is awesome at helping you for worldbuilding. He has a lot of imagination when he manages to leave his military universe on the side and peeks at yours. 

He is an excellent beta reader since he is actually very neutral about writing in general and he’ll try to give you the most help possible when you ask him. Too short ? Too long ? Not enough or too much emphasis on a detail ? He just aims at your betterment ! 

John Price 

You are a writer ? Well... As long as you do your duty you can be whatever you want. 

He is neutral with the idea of you being a writer. He is a soldier before anything. And a leader at that. He’ll support you because Captain Dad... I mean... Captain Price always supports his team but sometimes the said team gives a hard time to his comprehension and patience. 

You’re mostly quiet, with music for your ears, typing or penning something on a sheet of paper. Moreover, it seems like you have some sort of natural distance with Soap’s or Gaz’s - or both - usual chaos. 

Price has to say that it amazes him how you are distant of everything when you are in what Soap would call a writer’s fever. 

By the way, he happens to watch over you both when Soap draws and you write on the couch of the common room. If you both eventually show him what you created - if you don’t he will not force you - he’ll gaze at you like a proud momma duck despite his best behavior. 

He is mostly the one staring in disbelief as you use vocabulary, tropes, imaginary events for your own type of art since he can’t understand it even though you all speak the same language. 

Price notices very early you are a skilled writer, or at least you have some experience. The reports he gets from you are probably the best from the soldiers he got under his orders. He might have something to say about the spelling and the shape of your letters if you give him handwritten reports. Depends on you I guess. 

He will not ask to read what you write. You can call that the appropriate distance induced by hierarchy. You remain soldiers. You may as well act like it. 

Sometimes, you’d like his opinion. An outside point of view about your work is always good, no ? Well... John Price has a Ghost syndrome. He is annoyingly ass deep in his military life. Hence, he faces a very limited imagination except when it comes to interrogate an enemy. 

The worst about him is that he could be an amazing beta reader. Constructive criticism and probably giving you ways to improve yourself in what you already are so good at. 

Just give him time. He’ll get interested one way or another. First, you may try to be closer emotionally to him. Might be a good start to go past this military hierarchy and to know what his tastes are to get his heart beat only at the tone of your phrasing with your unique talent 

Rodolfo Parra 

He thinks it’s so cool to have a hobby as enjoyable as he thinks you have just by the way you act when you are writing. 

Rudy doesn’t have the time to delve that deeply into a hobby. Los Vaqueros constantly demand his attention. However, when he gets the time he - like Gaz - tries to ask about the process of writing. He even tries to write by himself. 

You explained about the tropes and dynamics and he seemed to get it immediately. Childhood friends to lovers is his favorite one by the way. 

It was just a little story he came up with. It was the first thing that stuck to his imagination, appearing out of an obscure place of his brain. It was uncertain, somewhat shaky but simple and, in a way, adorable.  

He almost took it personally when you said this small piece of text was just like him. 

However, before you sink even deeper in awkwardness, you dismissed this last interaction and tried to correct him the best you could. 

After that, he was looking forward the little time when you could write with him and he could learn. Another thing, it’s quiet around you, focused, relaxed. Alejandro knows where to find him when he is looking for his right hand. 

He could be an amazing beta reader if he wasn’t so kind. He forgives you everything. “Have you noticed inconsistencies or flaws ?” you’d ask. “Maybe a little something here but I’m sure it’s me” he’d reply. Unnerving, right ? The gentlest reader but you don’t need him to be so nice. You need him to be observant. 

He also comes up with very simple ideas when it comes to writing but his way of apprehending things has something one can’t quite describe. My closest synonym would be a vibe, something like raw talent that only needs to be explored thoroughly. It resembles to cutting a diamond, sharpen the edges to make it glistening and precious. 

His imagination is not too chaotic but his thinking and reasoning develops and fill in the gaps of his originality. 

Anyways, Rudy is amazing. As always. 

Alejandro Vargas 

There has to be one who does not take you very seriously. Well... It is Alejandro. The Mexican colonel is... something else, to say the least. He considered himself a man of action and not a man of words. So, to him, whatever you were doing with those scraps of paper during your free time was none of his business. 

He’ll try some kind of joke with you writing nasty things in the secret of that little head of yours. Two answers now. “No, colonel, I’m not into writing that kind of litterature” would be the first reponse with a hint of scorn hidden behind your deadpan aspect. 

The second answer though... “Yeah ! I write smut ! Now that we’re talking about that, do you mind if I use your features for my next...” and then you proceed to make a very descriptive, thoroughly explained speech about your imaginary Alejandro and what you planned him to do in this small story of yours. The point was to make the colonel embarassed. Although, it worked better on Rudy who went blushing like a tomato. 

If you choose the second option, it will end up in nasty jokes each time you meet each other. This silly game is absolutely unsufferable for everyone making the mistake to listen to you. 

If anything, your relashionship suffers from this disregard. You didn’t ask Alejandro’s appreciation, hardly tolerance even but it left a sort of bitter taste. Rudy is... Kinder. More understanding. 

However, what happens is that you tend to be consequently more distant from Alejandro. It may have been a silly joke about a pastime of yours but writing is so personal that it was as if he made a joke about your own self and this was intolerable. He had no business disrespecting you this way. 

Beyond that, you banished him from your writing process. His opinion, his hypothetical help, what he might like to see within a story - doesn’t matter how silly it may be - he was no part of it. 

If he changes his mind, you’d tend to retort him something alike “Let’s stay in our own field of expertise colonel. Let me dream about my stories. And you, dream about chasing El Sin Nombre. Good fences make good neighbors as one says”. 

Something that also might happen is that Rudy’s new habit of unwinding with you quietly in the common room and having long conversations with you about that hobby you were now both sharing made him feel weird. Alejandro was surely passionate and admitting he’s wrong - at least for this - was no part of his character but this was the proof he should’ve acted differently. The realisation took its time but he eventually accepts the fact he made an asshole of himself. 

He’ll apologise when he catches you alone, writing. Now the question may be about how much time do you want to play with him for having been such an arse. 

Eventually, Alejandro learns his lesson and he even asks you to read what you write. When he’s done, he is so silent, gawking. You laugh at him. 

König 

Our gigantic, adorable Austrian operator is a book worm. It’s horrendous. The heavy bullying he has been a victim got him to be safe between the shelves of library. The scent of old paper and the calm of the library got him out of his skin, journeying between worlds out of his appalling daily life. He was typically the dreamy, lonely kid who had characters inside his head as sole company. 

So yeah. Books mean relief, respite, getaway for him as well as a way to heal himself from the pain he received from his classmates or whoever hurt him in his younger days. 

He doesn’t have much time for reading anymore and these books are a little too bulky for the small package he was allowed to have. So having you near him is like a blessing. He can talk out his thoughts.  

Beyond writing, it is the vibe around you that convinces him to sit next to you in the common room. He tried to make himself small, to not take too much of the couch but you couldn’t deny his thigh touching yours. You raised your head and smiled at him. König did not utter a single word, already flustered to fail at conversing. But, as time goes on - and after numerous times he just sat next to you enabling himself to move a muscle - you made most of the conversation. He felt almost immediately at ease. 

You two daydream together now, talking about little things always related to writing or reading. It is also a way to relax after close calls and the danger of being killed. 

He is the KING at worldbuilding. König has always several ideas coursing through his brain. His mind is sometimes chaotic, full of details. He gave you the impression once that telling the history of one of this world would create a great saga on it own. Moreover, König is so passionate about these little bouts of thoughts put together. 

He is also very aware about tropes and dynamics. His favorite of the latter is the small protector x the big shy character because he can relate. And he also has a soft post for a good ol’ mutual pining or a hypothetical love at first sight - as unlikely as it seems in real life - 

He doesn’t try to write with you though. He knows he is not too good at this, which is weird considering the tremendous amount of time he can spend while reading. Although, König knows he may have a chance if he writes in German. It depends on you being able to understand him or not.

König is also a dissatisfactory beta reader, different from Rudy though. He doesn’t dare utter what he judges as flaws because he thinks he’d lose you. He is so happy to be the first reading whatever you are working on because it makes him feel so special. 

He always supports you and tries to relax you when pangs of frustration creeps inside your mind because your writing doesn’t go the way you plan it to be. 

Just like with Soap, what you two have is not understandable by the people around you. What’s more is that König’s anxious nature tends to keep you both distant from the people outside of your little bubble. 

Evie!!

I just saw your post with the thick thigh reader and I need to know more about Alejandro with a thiiiiick reader.

I need all the details P L E A S E. I know that man got tha sickness for it 😫

hi!! oh lord you know that’s his weakness.

tags: smutttt and aftercare of course.

seeing you walk around your shared apartment in that specific pair of pajamas that made alejandro go crazy. he had just gotten home from a week long mission and was letting all his pent up frustration run loose. the way your ass was so tight against the thin fabric, the bottom of it spilling out of the shorts. to the way your chest was hugging the tank top that sat loosely at your shoulders. he couldn’t hold himself back any longer.

you were grabbed some leftovers from the fridge when he wraps his hands around your waist from behind. alejandro began to leave soft, wet kisses along your neck. his breath made your core begin to melt. you let out a squeak as he pulls down the shorts, revealing that you had no underwear on.

“esa es una chica mala”, he plants a harsh smack to your ass. you cry out in both pain and pleasure. the fact that your ass had jiggled when he spanked you drove him feral. he loved how defined your curves were. you wiggle your hips to show him that you need to be fucked. he would typically tease you for a little longer, but he’s so needy that he complies to what your body is demanding.

when his tip is pushed in you realize just how bad you missed him. once his full length was planted inside you he pulled out and slammed back in. you could tell how desperate he was by how sloppily he was thrusting into you. the sounds of skin on skin and your slick was disgustingly beautiful. he leaned forward a little to whisper sweet praises into your ear.

“look so gorgeous takin’ me like this. the way this ass is moving while i fuck you stupid”. his words only pushed you closer to your high as his hips slammed into yours at a quicker pace. you came undone after his hand trailed down to rub quick circles on your throbbing clit. you tried to slowly ride out your orgasm but that was nearly impossible with the speed he continued to go at.

you tried to grab his arm to halt his movements just a little bit, but all he did was hold it behind your back. his thrusts became uneven and lazy as he finally reached his high as well. his seed painted your walls before spilling out of your entrance. you whined at the loss of contact. alejandro wasted no time getting your pajamas back on and leading you to the bathtub.

he drew hot water into the tub and allowed you to get in first, quickly following after you. he scrubbed your back for you and washed your hair.

“my gorgeous angel. you’re so good to me always, i will be forever thankful to call you mine.”. alejandro left sweet kisses all across your shoulders before continuing to bathe you.