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alejandro isnt really the ass slapper kinda guy but an ass grabber.. so hard that it bruises from just how much he loves to squeeze the shit out of the flesh. you could be cooking and here comes señor ass grabber saying good morning with a cheek kiss and his huge hand on your ass just squeezing, eliciting a broken gasp from you. can u tell how much i need him

Alejandro absolutely adores his partner, no questions asked.

You doubt yourself for any reason? Aht aht aht. He'll kiss and love and fuck the self-doubt out of you.

Alejandro's the one who, when you're busy preparing breakfast, he saunters in, bed hair on 1000 and night pants hanging dangerously low on his hips, and he'll just bear hug you from behind. Buries his face in the crook of your neck and just... takes everything about you in.

Oh, it tickles, mi vida? Not to worry, he'll tighten his hold a little more and make you laugh louder.

Christ is he down bad for you.

Throuples Shit with Alejandro Thee Stallion and Rodolfo Parra:

You and Rudy were the ones who broke the ice and asked Alejandro out. Or, rather, you told Alejandro that you three were a thing now. Alejo didn't complain much. It's not like you would've let him and he's a stubborn bastard when he wants to be.

Alejandro is in the doghouse more often than not because he's a consummate workaholic and if you let him, he will stay up all night and work.

Rudy is the one who balances you three out. Mostly. And then you learned that even he can get unhinged. And Rudy gets unhinged. Usually, this happens because of something the men did. Or maybe it's because that one shipment he's been waiting for FOREVER has been delayed. Again. Or the kitchen is dirty. Stuff like that. Alejandro's Rudy senses will go off and he'll calmly escort you away.

Rudy will also tell you how Alejandro actually used to be the more high-strung out of the two of them. Now that you can believe because some of those high-strung tendencies are still there.

Alejo's death glare is something to behold but have you ever seen Rudy's? Especially when you and Alejo are teaming up against him? And he knows he's right? Oh, it's death glares and the silent treatment for the rest of the day lmao.

You three have different covers to sleep under because Rudy gets cold easily, Alejandro usually sleeps under the sheets because comforters get a bit restrictive for him, and you're just... you. You'll also be forgiven for checking up on Alejo when he sleeps because he doesn't make a sound nor does he move. Rudy's the one who lightly snores and sleeps with a pillow over his head. The varying levels of bedhead are laugh-worthy.

Ironically enough, it's harder for Rudy to fall asleep than it is for Alejo. Give him a pillow and some space and he's knocked the hell out.

Most of the disagreements are between you and Rudy. Sometimes they'll center around Rudy not taking care of himself. Or which telenovela you binge-watched was better. Or how hot Valeria is. For the most part, Alejo sits on the sideline and lets you two battle it out. He'll chuckle when you're getting the best of Rudy, though.

When the going gets tough and things in Los Vaqueros start hitting close to home, you'll be sent to a safe house. They can't risk it. And yeah, you can argue them down but they'll still send you off.

Sex is equal parts fun and primal. Good stress relief. Alejo is the one who edges you. With his dick. Rudy is the one who'll slow-dick you to heaven and back. Rest assured, you'll also enjoy your fair share of laughter during foreplay with these two. Absolutely.

(Y/n): I'm bored.

Alejandro: Wanna commit first degree murder?

(Y/n): Sure!

Rudy, overhearing them: No- Stop, don't do that! Put that knife down! PUT VALERIA DOWN!

(Y/n), singing to Rudy: Tell me why your hands are cold?

Alejandro, out of nowhere: Omg! Corny! *raspberry noises* lame! Booo! Tomatoes, tomatoes, tomatoes.

Hey, first of all I love your writings and your way of telling Storys. And secondly could u write a oneshot wit Alejandro x reader (y/n) when they are on a mission to locate a human target so the bomb team can drop a missile on them. The problem is that they are not gonna make it out of the area where the bomb is gonna hit. So they are gonna spend their last minutes together

i haven't really done angst yet!! i love it <3

tw: death

The two of you knew that there was a possibility that you wouldn't make it out. you came to terms with it, but Alejandro was trying to remain optimistic. "You see, preciosa, after this, we should run away together." he shouted over the loud whirling of the helicopter blades.

You rolled your eyes as you jumped in, "and where would we run off to?" Alejandro got in after you, closing the door and putting his headset on so the two of you could hear each other. "I have a safe house. We could get married and you would look just...divina...pregnant." Alejandro laughed. "In your dreams, Colonel."

The mission had gone sideways. Alejandro had gotten shot and was bleeding out very quickly. You were struggling to drag him to the evac site when you heard Price over the comms. "(Y/N)! There's a missile. We managed to hack into it, but we have to redirect it somewhere. What do you see?" You surveyed the area around you. The town had been evacuated due to the ongoing war so the likelihood of innocents were slim to none. "The town. Place it here. I see a building and I'm hoping it's far away enough." Your voice was rough as you pulled Alejandro towards the building that you saw. It looked empty, but you made quick work to take out the few enemies that remained.

"Mi amor. You and I both know this won't be far away enough." Alejandro groaned as you placed him against a stack of boxes in the building. "Don't say that. I can't carry you further out. This is our best bet." Your back was turned away as you grabbed blankets to try and shield you two the best you could. "He's right, (Y/N). You two are too close to the blas-" You were quick to cut Price off.

"You two stop. I am not leaving him here. We will be just fine." You were in denial. You thought you had come to terms with what faced you ahead, but now that it was happening, you panicked. Alejandro reached out for you. "C'mere. Need you with me. Don't reject a dying man's wish." You finally faced him with glossy eyes, moving to sit beside him. "Going dark, Captain. Was a pleasure from both of us." Alejandro coughed into his comms before during his off. You reached down, going to do the same. "Love you Price. I'm sorry. Going dark." You waited for his response.

"We thank you for service you two. I love you kid. Rest easy." You could tell by his voice that your captain was crying. You turned your comms off and leaned your head against Alejandro's shoulder. "Can we still run away together?" You asked quietly, causing the man to chuckle. "Anything you want. I'd pay for everything."

You giggled and looked up at him. "I'm sorry for never actually going on a date with you. I did want to." Alejandro reached up and placed his thumb on your chin. "It's okay, mi corazón. I flirted enough with you to last you three lifetimes." You two tearfully laughed, resting your foreheads against each other.

"Do you think the missile will kill me or the gun shot?" Alejandro asked, wincing in pain. You looked down at his stomach, seeing that his shirt was getting more and more red. "I don't know, but don't die before me. I can't live a second without you." You felt your body start to panic, desperately grabbing at his shirt. "Mi corazón, breath for me." Alejandro soothed you, kissing your forehead. "I promise you I will find you in the next lifetime. Nothing will keep me from you." You looked up at him, eyes full of tears. You felt the ground start to rumble and your body sent you into a panic attack.

Not wanting to waste another moment, you pulled Alejandro close and connect your lips. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, kissing you back with the same level of desperation and pain. The kiss last 30 seconds as the missile hit the two and destroyed the building you two occupied, killing the two of you instantly.

The next morning, Price and the rest of 141 went to find your bodies. They wanted something to burry at least. Price had shut down, loosing the only person he considered his next of kin; his baby, his child. You were his kid, not genetically, but metaphorically. He wanted to burry you and Alejandro. All they could find were your dog tags and your guns, so Price kept both your dog tags. He didn't want to separate you two.

The funeral the group had for the two of you was emotional. They had it at Alejandro's ranch and Price burred your guns. He continued to wear your tags and kept Alejandro's in his pocket, always near by. He blamed himself for not being there to protect the two of you, but knew that you died in Alejandro's arms. At least you weren't alone.

Yogi's Choice

Summary: The CoD guys with a girl who is into yoga.

Characters: Soap, Ghost, Alejandro, König, Rudy

Wordcount: 1.995

Soap

"What are you doing?"

Johnny's voice snapped me out of my concentration. I put my feet on the floor and sat down on the mat beneath me. Slightly annoyed, I looked up at him. "Yoga."

He was standing in the doorway with his arms crossed, one eyebrow raised. "And you always look like a pretzel? Apart from that. Why didn't you ever tell me that you can put your feet behind your head? As your boyfriend, I should know that!"

I just rolled my eyes and tried to get into my next pose.

"What's that called now? Warrior something?"

"Super Soldier." I mumbled, concentrating on keeping my balance.

Johnny laughed. "Looks pretty wobbly, soldier.", he teased me.

I didn't let myself be put off. "Then why don't you try it yourself?" I mumbled and changed sides.

I heard him clap his hands. "All right."

I slowly stood up again and watched Johnny trying to sort out his limbs, which only resulted in him standing very stiffly on my mat with his legs a little wide and looking down at himself in confusion.

I smirked. "What's wrong Sergeant?"

He looked at me stubbornly. "Hey I've only seen the pose once. Let me think!"

I grinned. "Legs hip-width apart. Good. Upper body down. Put your weight on one leg and slowly lift the other. Now grab your foot with your hand and-" BOOM. Johnny fell over like a sack of rice. I stifled my laughter with all my might.

"Fuck.", he grumbled, but immediately stood back up and tried again... and again and again.

I watched him sit cross-legged until he looked down at his legs angrily and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"Looks pretty wobbly.", I grinned.

He grumbled to himself, his accent becoming so strong again, that I could hardly understand anything. "I'll figure that out!", he promised and quickly left the room.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm getting a stupid yoga mat!", he shouted and I heard the door slam.

Knowing him, he wasn't going to let that down until he managed to hold this not-so-easy pose.

I could have just told him, that he has to bend his knee, but what would be the fun in that?

Ghost

"What are you doing here?" I mumbled, still slightly sleepy.

Simon was sitting on the stairs of the terrace, looking out over the moonlit farm. "Can't sleep.", he mumbled. He tapped his temple lightly. "Too loud."

I sat down next to him. I put half of the blanket I had wrapped around me around his shoulders and leaned against him. "Sorry."

He just mumbled.

We sat there quietly and listened to the nocturnal animals. "Don't you want to go for a walk?" I mumbled into the silence. That was usually his way of dealing with insomnia.

He sighed. "I'm already done."

I looked at him in surprise. "How long have you been awake?"

He shook his head. "Since we went to bed."

"Si." I sighed.

He rubbed his tired eyes. "I'm open to suggestions.", he mumbled devotedly.

"How many nights has it been?"

He looked at his hands. "The third."

"You haven't slept for three nights?", I asked, shocked. "Why didn't you say anything?"

He sighed. "I slept. Just very little."

I rubbed his back. "I'd say do yoga, but-"

He dropped his head onto my shoulder. "I do everything now.", he mumbled devotedly.

I laughed in surprise. "Really?"

He nodded.

He let me gently maneuver him into the house until I sat him down on the soft carpet in the living room.

He followed my little lesson without hesitation. Copied the gentle stretches. Followed the breathing I instructed him to do. We both lay on the floor in shavasana. "Concentrate on your breathing. I like to imagine a circle that gets bigger, when I breathe in and smaller, when I breathe out.", I explained. "This gives your head somthing to do."

He nodded almost imperceptibly and found his rhythm. "Let your limbs consciously become heavy. Push the tension out of them in a controlled manner. Relax your face."

I listened to his breathing and the soft noises that came through the open window. Simon was lying next to me. His eyes closed. His face relaxed.

He seemed calm. I was just hoping, that he would at least get some rest, even if he couldn't fall asleep, when his all-too-familiar loud snoring made me look up.

I grinned. There you go.

As carefully as possible, I laid the blanket over his tall form and trudged to the sofa to lie down again. We could always deal with any back pain later.

Alejandro

I felt a couple of big hands on my bottom.

"Hot." Alejandro grinned down at me.

I stood up again. I rolled my eyes, smirking slightly. "You really use every cliché.", I said and poked him on the forehead. "Weirdo."

Alejandeo wasn't impressed at all and simply pulled me towards him, until there wasn't a hair's breadth between us. "I am a man. We're simple creatures.", he beamed and tampered with my neck while he kneaded my bottom extensively.

"Ale!" I protested with a laugh and pushed him away from me. "I'm not finished yet.", I complained.

He looked at me closely. "I want to watch.", he said.

I just rolled my eyes again. "But shut up.", I admonished, poking him in the chest.

"Whatever my angel wants.", he just grinned and sat down next to my mat.

I ignored the presence of the born macho next to me and resumed my exercises. I let my breathing and movements carry me and felt myself becoming more relaxed with every stretch and every pose, until I almost forgot that Alejandro was watching me.

When I opened my eyes again and got ready for the real world, I saw Alejandro watching me intently. He was smiling gently. Almost like a schoolboy he was beaming.

"What?" I asked, confused.

He crawled up to me and kissed my forehead. "You're beautiful.", he smiled.

I felt the heat in my cheeks. "Shut up." I smiled sheepishly.

Alejandro just grinned. "You'll have to teach me a few things.", he said.

I laughed. "You want to learn yoga?"

"Hm. Some of it would be the perfect punishment for a couple of rookies... And some of it could be very helpful in private, of course." He waggled his eyebrows playfully.

I laughed. "An absolute cliché. You macho."

"You're into it."

"Admittedly." I confessed and kissed him.

It didn't take long for Alejandro to misappropriate my yoga mat.

König (Klaus)

"I'll kill you.", Klaus bit out quietly between his teeth.

Horangi laughed in amusement. "What's wrong, big guy? You said we need to relax more."

"What's relaxing about this, please?", he hissed. Klaus found himself in a very tense version of downward-facing dog, trying to remember what his back should feel like.

"Dig your left heel into the ground and lift your right leg. Keep your hips parallel to the floor.", instructed the yoga teacher of the class, walking through the rows in a relaxed manner.

Klaus knew her. Unfortunately. She lived in his apartment complex. He'd had a crush on her for a while. He had never spoken to her before. He wasn't sure if Horangi had planned this somehow, although he couldn't know anything about it. Klaus just concentrated on not making an absolute idiot of himself and lifted his right leg up with perhaps a little too much momentum. His foot banged against something.

"Hmph."

Klaus quickly pulled his leg back and looked into the face of his neighbor, who was rubbing her jaw. He turned bright red. Horangi next to him almost burst, it looked like, because he was trying to suppress his laughter. He was only partially successful.

"I'm so sorry.", Klaus stammered, but she just waved him off with a smile. "More shock than damage. Normally, the legs I walk past are shorter. I should have been more careful."

Klaus remained silent. Once again, he didn't know what to say. However, she only gestured for him to get back into position.

"Now pull your right leg towards your chest. Move your shoulders over your wrists. Breathe out. Breathe in. Bring your leg back up and forward again. Find your rhythm."

Klaus was still trying to suppress his shame, when he felt two delicate hands on his hips. He flinched slightly. "Hold it straight. You're bending to the left.", she explained gently.

Klaus quickly shifted his hips as he should and looked stubbornly at the mat. "Perfect." He heard the smile in her voice.

"And put it down. Very good. Go into plank and then transition to cobra or upward-looking dog."

She went on relaxed and corrected the contestants. Horangi was still laughing his head off.

Klaus just tried to breathe away his erection. For the rest of the lesson, he stubbornly looked at the floor and prayed that the time would pass more quickly.

Horangi put both their mats away as the teacher moved towards Klaus. His heart immediately raced.

"You live above me, don't you?" she asked cheerfully.

Klaus nodded quickly. Too quickly, he realized. "Uh... Yes."

She smiled. "Say, do you fancy going for a coffee or something?"

His heart skipped a beat. "Coffee? Uh? With you? The two of us?"

She laughed again. "Yes, both of us."

Klaus would have liked to slap himself. "Yes. Yes, that sounds... Yes."

"Okay. This afternoon? At three?"

Klaus nodded.

"Will you pick me up?", she winked teasingly.

A smile crept onto his face. "I hope I'm on time... Traffic."

She laughed. "See you later."

Klaus smiled and looked after her.

Horangi joined him. "You're the only guy I know who can kick a woman in the face and then get a date out of it."

Klaus looked down at him, annoyed. "You have to be over 6'3" for that."

Rudy

"Ow! OW!"

I jerked my upper body forward again and turned to Rudy, who was red-faced and pulling his legs to his chest.

"You said push." I tried to explain myself.

He just nodded. "And I made a mistake with that.",he whimpered.

"Are you okay?" I asked carefully and stroked his head.

Rudy put his head in my hand. "I'm just waiting for my adductor muscles to reattach to the bones."

I grinned and continued stroking his hair. "You really don't have to do this with me. You know that."

Rudy shook his head. "It was my idea."

Rudy had offered to get a little more involved in my yoga hobby and maybe practice a few couple yoga poses with me. Rudy was strong. He had proven that more than once. Many people underestimated him, but he simply had working muscles, not gym muscles. Unlike any man I'd ever been with, he just threw me into his arms and made me feel like I weighed as much as a squirrel. So he had fun holding me into the air, while I let myself fall into the poses, knowing he would always catch me.

Only the stretching exercises weren't his thing. We sat down with our backs to each other and our legs spread apart. First he leaned backwards and pushed me forwards. Then it was my turn. "Realy press yourself against my back.", he had said and then immediately yelped in pain.

"Are you sure everything's okay?"

He opened his eyes, which he had closed due to my stroking. "Everything is fine. I'm just stiff.", he winked.

I sighed. "Injuries are no joke, if-"

He reached for my free hand and squeezed it lightly. "Torn muscles and tendons feel different. Trust me." He grinned. "I'm just old."

I grinned. "At least it's good for the joints."

He nodded, still grinning. "Then we know what we can do together in the old people's home." He kissed me gently.

I smiled. "I'll get you stretched by then."

He laughed. "I'm counting on it."

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.