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𓆩♡𓆪 Headcanon: Them As Parents

₊˚ପ⊹ Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Alejandro, Phillip Graves, Keegan, König, Horangi

༉‧₊˚. I wrote this while at a party

Ghost

So sweet and gentle around his kids

He holds their tiny hand next to his and chuckles at the size difference

Doesn’t let the kids eat in the car

Once he’d given the kids a sticker pack and then fell asleep on the living room floor

When he woke up his face and back were covered in stickers

Soap

Is a kid himself

Buys the kids questionable gifts

“Johnny, why did you give them firework snappers?”

“It’ll keep ‘em entertained for a while”

“They’re throwing it at the neighbors…”

Snickering “Let them have fun”

Gaz

Tucks the kids into bed

When one of them has a nightmare he’ll insist on getting out of bed to make sure they’ll be alright while you sleep

Will wake up earlier than you to make them waffles and have a cup of coffee/tea warm and ready for you

Cleans up the kids’ play area

Stays on top of their doctor and dental appointments

Takes cute pics of you when you’re holding the kids

Writes endearing love notes and has the kids give them to you

Alejandro

The type to remind their kid how proud they are of them

Encourages the kids to pick up a sport

Constantly shows their kid support

“Échale ganas mijo/mija” or “Ponte las pilas”

He gets protective of the kids when you get mad at them, taking them out for ice cream afterward to assure them they’re still loved

When you’re very stressed and busy he finds a quiet moment to give you a shoulder massage

He also makes sure to remind the kids to appreciate you and the hard work you do taking care of them

Phillip Graves

Makes time on weekends to take the kids to fun places

He prefers road trips over airplane rides

Says it teaches the kids a thing or two about geography

Would want the kids to spend plenty of time outside

(Making sure they touch that grass fr)

If you’re of a different ethnicity than him he would want the kids to learn about their heritage

Keegan

The type to play rough with his kids

If he had a daughter he’d teach her self-defense

He has hair tutorial videos saved to try doing his daughter’s hair for school and for his boys he just whips out some hair gel, slaps it on, and calls it a day

His favorite spot to take the kids on vacation is the beach

Regardless of how spent he is at the end of the day, he’ll make time for the children

Once you walked into the living room to find Keegan in the armchair asleep with the kids resting their heads on his chest or shoulder, you have a pic of it taped on the fridge

König

Ngl I feel like he would be somewhat clueless around kids

He went to the library to pick up books on parenting when he found out you were expecting

He’s over the moon the moment he holds the baby in his arms

“Am I doing it right?”

He turns the tv on intending to keep the kids quiet for a while but he ends up getting into the cartoons while the children wander off

Horangi

Real laid back dad

Buys the kids whatever they want when going to the store

You scold him along with the kids for overspending on candy and toys

When you get on his back for it he’ll nod and keep his head down

“Sorry 자기야, I won’t do it again”

He will do it again

He’ll apologize to you but give the kids a knowing grin behind your back

𓆩♡𓆪 Headcanon: Miniskirt

.ೃ࿐ Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Alejandro, Phillip Graves, Keegan, König, Horangi, Nikto

༊*·˚Little idea came to my head. Slightly suggestive? Y’all know I’m a fluff girlie＞︿＜

Ghost

You’re confused as to why he’s staring at you with cold eyes

You thought it would appeal to him, guess not

Everyone else looks at you, so why doesn’t he?

You’re a confident girl, why is he making you struggle for his attention?

Intense eyes burning into your behind while you apply lipstick

Oh, but you do have his interests ecurely in your palm

His sights darkening when you stare at him

A fierce storm inside of him

With a flick of your wrist, a wink from you and you’d have him at your feet and following after you like a dog to a bone

Soap

When he sees you strut down the hall in your high heels, stockings, and tight miniskirt, all confident

It’s no surprise to him you’re attracting eyes

He watches as you sit down and your skirt bunches up and rides up your thigh

Practically drooling when he sees your thighs get bigger when you sit down

His mind wanders off as he fantasizes about fitting his head between your legs

You have him losing his composure

Gaz

Very flustered

He wants to feel you all over

Run his hands up your thighs and feel how your skin is plump and full of life

He absentmindedly brings his hand up to his lips and traces them

If given the chance he’d press slowly, tantalizing kisses on your thighs

But he knows it’s an amusing game you’re playing

Drumming his fingers on his leg as he observes you, eyes following your movements

You intentionally “accidentally” brush up against him as you pass and he goes haywire

His eyes meet yours, softening and searching for a trace of reciprocation in your eyes

Alejandro

You are constantly finding ways to surprise him and this is one of them

Your risky heels and black stockings

“You little devil”

He knows you know what you’re doing

You got him where you want him

Like a game set up by you, how long before he places his hands on you?

How long until he succumbs?

Only for you to find out the narrative switches and you become undone under his touch

His skilled fingers know exactly where to prod to push you to the edge

Phillip Graves

Let’s be realistic:

He has those boring spaces in time where all he stares at for hours is paperwork

His mind is fed up with the endless piles of documents and his eyes are strained

He glances away, intending to look at the clock until he spots you and does a double-take

A distraction was needed and you were the perfect one

He’s spellbound, entranced as he watches you prance around, with a bounce in your step

His eyes rake over your body

Surely, a 10-minute break wouldn’t do harm

Keegan

Yeah he ain’t holding back

Shamefully oogling you

With an agitated stare and cutting tension

In passing he whispers in your ear “I want to tear you apart” he drawls deliberately

Lips parted and gaze dropping to your lips

He can already feel your soft breaths, and heart alive and beating against his skin

You turn his senses on, exciting him into taking action

Movements go from languid to fast and erratic when he notices your eyes glossing over

König

Jaw slackening when he notices you

His eyes want to linger on your body longer but he’s scared you’ll make eye contact with him and notice

RESPECTFULLY wants you to crush his head with your thighs

Is hyper aware of sensations in his body

Tensing up when coming close

A shaky breath slipping through his lips when the air becomes heavy with tension

Not being able to bear it any longer he’ll make use of his opportunity before someone else does

The more he touches of you, the more his body will seek

Horangi

To him, you’re pretty in anything you wear

But something about your drive to get what you want is especially bewitching

The more he falls into you and electricity spreads all over his body

Like a string pulled taut and on the verge of snapping

His fingers hook onto your skirt’s belt loop and pulls you away

Tugging and pulling at his shirt collar

“You’re irresistible in that”

To grab you by the hair and tell you every thought you’ve ever provoked

Gazing into his dark and intense eyes that won’t tire of resting upon you, letting you know 24 hours with you is insufficient

Nikto

Don’t mistake his lack of expression fool you into thinking you do not affect him

The eyes that look at you now are not the same as before

You manage to get under his skin like no one else, his immovable heart that has chosen you

Subtly oogling you

Despite hesitation he approaches you boldly

You’ll catch a glimpse of a smirk

Amusement in his eyes

With one hand on your lower back escorting you away as he talks about appropriate work clothes

No need for him to say a word to show you what type of thoughts are rushing through his mind

At this point- my tumblr page is just gonna be “can you help me find…” page.

ANWAY, can you all help me find a headcanon that someone wrote for Task Force 141, Kiöng, Alejandro, Rudy, Valeria, and Graves- where they perpose to the reader and the reader rejects them. As a result, they either break up with them, threaten them to stay together (Valeria did that), or insult them (Graves did that). I saw in the comments that the author was gonna write a part 2.

Fuck it I have writers block and can’t think of anything so why no make C.ai bots for the cod boys fantasy beast AU

Hola!💗 i love so so soooooo much your headcanons 🫶🏼, I was wondering if you could make some with Ghost, Soap and Alejandro, how would it be being in a toxic relationship with them. (I'm so sorry if my English is not so good, I'm from Mexico). Keep going 💕

Call of duty Headcanons - "What a toxic relationship with them would be like."

Hi I'm very happy it's my first ask and everyone please if you want you can send me, I love receiving and I'll do them all, I'll still write the rules for the blog but you can send anything, this is part 1 maybe I'll do a 2 with other characters (tell me which ones please) this blog got bigger than I expected so sorry lol. Thanks for the ask <3

Ghost, Soap, Aleajandro.

Tw: emotional dependence, abusive relationship, domestic abuse, smut, nsfw, angst.

Ghost, Simon Riley : Simon has lost many people in his 32 years of life, he has seen so many deaths in his life that he really stopped counting, but everything changed when you showed up, his world turned upside down practically, he had in mind that he needed to protect you from all the harm in the world, that he was going to lose you through his own negligence and this is where the danger begins. If you were on the Bravo team, right after the two of you started a relationship (or even before any officialization) he would ask you to leave at the first moment because it is too "dangerous", he was afraid you would die on the battlefield , Ghost would talk and give you his reasons for moving away from your post as a soldier at Bravo, if you accepted everything and walked away he would be much calmer, telling you that he would bear all your expenses, that how much he earned was enough for both. However, if you didn't leave your position, you would start a fight in the base itself, with Price having to get between the two of you because you were already crying while Simon screamed in anger. After that you would do a maximum of two missions and then you would be suddenly fired, why? Ghost would have convinced Price that you would be better off at another job and would use your lieutenant position to fire you the same day, but you thought it was Price becoming extremely sad and frustrated. But if you were a civilian Ghost you wouldn't let anyone, literally, anyone know about your relationship, because he would think it's a risk for you, if you worked he would literally every day at lunchtime ask if you were okay and that you loved him. you, but he particularly had a genuine hatred for a co-worker of his, who just so happened to have asked you out, he would turn up dead in some ditch with a knife to his throat.

How jealous would he be? : Okay, on this list he is the least jealous of them all, he would only really act if someone dared to touch or be with you, he knows you are his and everyone can look at his beautiful girlfriend, only his.

What would he do if you tried to break up or escape?: Let me explain, Ghost will never break up with you, literally never, for him you are the one and only in his life, and he only has you. Soon you would notice signs of a toxic relationship and try to talk to your boyfriend first, but he wouldn't see anything in controlling the time you leave and come home or in picking you up every day at your job even though you insist you didn't want to, that I liked to walk but he didn't even listen to you or like the way he scared all his friends and even family he wouldn't change his ways, in fact it would get worse with fights. practically every day, with him saying that he did everything to keep you safe and you just ignored all his efforts and that he was never going to leave you, staring with angry eyes at you and lumbering up the stairs to your shared room. And well, if you tried to run away, he would find you. Oh heavens, he'd move to 141, using the lie that your mental state was broken and that you were on medicine (but everyone would believe your lieutenant), you'd soon be found trying to catch a plane, you'd feel your stomach drop as soon as you looked at it. up and recognize the skull mask with glassy eyes and full of disappointment and sadness, he would take you by the arm and thank your team, you knew it was no use screaming, it would only make the whole situation worse, you cried in frustration and for the intensity that he squeeze your arm and throw you brutally into the back of the car. "-Don't worry Y/N, you'll never escape me."

Soap, Johnny: Soap also lost a lot of people in a very short time, he fears for his family and with you coming into his life that worry triples, he tries to be confident but our boy is jealous by nature and that gets worse in a toxic relationship. First he would control all your social networks and anything that displeases him, would generate a fight between the two of you with the right to Soap breaking some things in your house and then going out for drinks. He would come back soon after half an hour and apologize for everything while you cried, he would hug you from behind smelling your neck, soon you would notice little hot tears coming from soap, he would soon despair because he was already high and the strong fear of losing you the big boy already had one strong emotional dependency on your relationship and was extremely insecure. You always ended up fucking with your boyfriend above you slamming your hips while desperately telling you how much he loved you and was never going to let you go, did you really think this would pass, that it would fix Johnny, but your life would turn to complete hell after our dear soap left his best friend unconscious in the hospital right after he gave her a simple kiss on the cheek.

How jealous would he be? : Well, I think it's pretty clear, Soap's bouts of jealousy are horrible, to the level of you wondering if it was really the same man you started a relationship with. He wouldn't let anyone even remotely interested in you get close, regardless if you're a man or a woman, no one will steal you from him, you're his and that's it. It would get to the level of him criticizing your clothes and saying you wanted to have sex with someone else and then breaking down the whole house while yelling at you.

What would he do if you tried to break up or escape?: Another boy who wouldn't break up with you, he'd rather die than let you go. If you started to show signs that you were realizing the toxic relationship he was in, he would find a way to manipulate you, first using him and his losses, something like: "-I really can't lose you my angel, you're everything in my life please i will get better i promise i have lost so many people in my life i just beg for a chance please i beg" not in that condition, he would also say that the two of you needed to fight for the relationship and not let "little things" harm you, with the bonus of him locking the house from the outside leaving you several days with the excuse of having a terrorist after him (the which was obviously a lie ) If you were lucky enough to escape and go somewhere else he would freak out, this would happen post mission and he would find himself with the house totally empty, even screaming for you but he would know you were somewhere airport and went to the most obvious one (unfortunately you were there as your despair didn't make you think well. )He would look for you in the departures lobby, glancing at you instantly and running towards you, you were petrified and soon saw him lift his shirt slightly showing a .50 on his waist and looking furiously at your face. "-Don't make me do things I don't want my angel."

Alejandro: My man... He would be the worst on the whole list, Alejandro is the type that doesn't seem to care much, but is always one step ahead of you. The two of you would meet with him rescuing you from an attack by local drug dealers, your purity and fragility at that moment made Alejandro want to have you and protect you for the rest of his life. He has enough trauma with the threat of relatives, so his family is hiding in a place that only he knows. When you started a relationship he already showed many red flags, such as following you when you go out with friends, checking your cell phone without you even knowing it, going to your job unannounced on the pretext of making a "surprise" (he would go to see if you were talking to someone). Slowly he would take away your autonomy, causing you to get fired and seek shelter in his house and even make you think that only he would accept you.

How jealous would he be? He doesn't have many bouts of jealousy, fights rarely happened but when they did it was hell on earth, Alejandro would stay quiet ignoring you the whole way, but when you got home he would scream how you were wanting to open your legs to another man who anyone who tried to touch you would slowly die and that you were his and slapping you in the face when you tried to explain why you smiled to the random man at the bakery.

What would he do if you tried to break up or escape? : He won't, he'd rather die than lose you. He himself says: "You are my Mi amor~". This big baby will just lock you up somewhere that even you don't know where you are, you'd just wake up there, with no neighbors or civilization around. In the best cases. Otherwise, if you dare to run away or finish, he will smile and say "-Ok it's ok Y/N." and leave you thinking you made it, but the other day when you went to visit your mother you would have a surprise, Alejandro playing with your sister's children as if the two of you were still together, you would pull him aside and he would smile as he speaks in your ear :"-You have two options, you let your sweet family die now or return to my arms Mi amor."

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.

[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. 

Waiting for them to come Home (Part 2)

(Because I forgot to add some of the men we all love, didnt I?) Just imagine you are back on the couch, waiting for days now, your body laid out on the cushions, a soft blanket draped over you to protect you from the chill of the night. And you wait for the door to open, for your lover, your husband, your better half to finally come home again.

Alejandro doesnt try to be silent, even though it is the middle of the night, his gear thumping to the floor and his footsteps surely carrying him towards the kitchen first, opening the still warm pot to swipe a finger through the food, tasting it greedily. But soon he walks towards the living room, finding you and a brilliant smile lights up his face. He is quick to scoop you up and over his shoulder, hands splayed on your ass as he carries your spluttering and quickly awakened form up the stairs, promising to make up for lost time. His hand never leaves your ass all the way up, feeling and groping as he goes, body already burning. 'Mi armor, wake up, i brought some presents for you and the biggest of them is me!'

Rodolfo, that sweet big man, is quiet as he comes into your shared home. He knows you are surely waiting for him, you had always done it when he was late from his assignments. And lo and behold, there you are, curled around his pillow on the couch. A soft smile on his lips, he kneels beside you, caressing your cheeks and whispering softly to you. His big hands easily lift you into his arms, his cheek against yours, further whispering sweet nothings into your ear, soft kisses trailing along your nose until you scrunch it just the way he loves, waking you softly before he takes you to bed with you. 'Told you so often you dont need to wait up, Love. Warms my heart though, so good to me. Don't worry, im not gonna let you outta bed until I had my fill of your kisses.'

Horangi is a strange mixture of reactions. On one side, he always told you to not wait up, to sleep in the bed and be comfortable, he wouldnt mind. On the other hand, seeing you sleeping on the couch, clearly waiting for him to come back, has his heart just slightly racing, as if he had the dice in his hand and was only one throw away from the biggest Jackpot of his life. He hesitates for a second, just taking in your pose, his smile turning into an amused smirk as he sees you drooling in your sleep. Will take a picture to blackmail you with in the morning before unceremoniously putting you over his shoulder and climbing up the stairs, laughing at your sleepy mumbles and your hands steadying yourself on his hips and ass. 'Don't worry Byeolbit (my starlight, if Goggle is correct...), you can touch that some more in just a few minutes. After we both took a shower, one of us reeks and I am not sure its me.' Will pull you with himself under the shower, doesn't care about your PJ's or your sleepdrunk state.

König doesnt know what to do. He is big and burly and strong and he is scared to touch you, you look like a small doll so cosily curled up on the cushions and he really doesnt want to wake you but if you sleep like *this* its gonna be hell on your back and neck and he doesnt want it. That big man is fluttering helplessly around you, hands reaching out before pulling back without touching you, nearly whining underneath his breaths in indecision before he finally, after minutes, settles on poking your cheek gently. 'Liebling (Love, Honey), you awake? You are gonna hurt in the morning... Let me... Let me just...' His words taper off as you blink drowsily at him, so comfy but also so very happy he is home that you cling to him like a koala. His big arms wrap around you, his face flushing so bright he wonders if you can see it shining red in the darkness of your shared home. He is so very careful with every step he climbs up the stairs, one arm around your back, the other underneath your ass as he carries you without problem.

Sleeping Positions with them. (II)

Alejandro: - sleeps naked, everytime. But thankfully he only does this at home or at base, where he feels safe. (though more than once you have found a knife underneath your pillow. If he cant wear it in bed he is hiding it in bed.) - likes to sleep on his side, one arm and leg hooked around you loosely - snores. Dont let him tell you something different, he snores! - can and will turn into an octupus-cuddler in the middle of the night (no, going to the loo is not possible anymore. But you learn fast - either pee before going to bed or become an escape artist, your choice.) - moves around while sleeping, falls asleep on your right side, wakes up on your left side. - hates blankets, but you need one and he has to grudgingly accept it. - tries to become your blanket in the middle of the night, which can be very strange feeling when waking up to your *blanket* poking you in the stomach...

Rudy: - is a switch spoon. - loves holding you, loves being held by you - skin contact is an absolute must with this man! The more, the better! - Mumbles and talks in his sleep, but mostly in his first language. - cant get enough of you sleeping on top of his stomach and chest, or on his back when he is sleeping facedown, loves your weight on his body in every position - sleeps only in briefs or boxers, he is one of those men who run even hotter at night - which doesnt explain why he always ALWAYS steals your blanket! He has one, you have one. The morning comes and you have NONE but he has two?

König: - shy sleeper, is sorry that he takes up most of the kingsize bed - its cuddle-time before sleep, a kiss to your forehead, a softly whispered 'I love you' against your lips before he turns away from you - loves sleeping back to back with you, or at least falling asleep like that. Feels like he always has your back, is the reliable man in your life. - wakes up draped over you, but thankfully in a way that wont have you suffocating, thank everything holy. - wears an old shirt and very comfy and fuzzy pants to bed, sometimes even wears socks in bed because this man has cold feet. - he ALWAYS has cold feet. - and if you tease him, he will get even and stick his ice-cold fridge-feet against your sleepwarm body. - the rest of his body is a furnace, but by everthing holy, this mans feet can freeze liquids.

Horangi: - a tiger in bed, in the sense that he lazily drapes himself over as much of the kingsize bed as possible - you need to bend and form yourself around that man or find a spot where none of his limbs are already occupying the space or you wont be sleeping good tonight - is quick in gathering every pillow and blanket and arranging it how he likes it, like making a nest or a den in your bed. - will sleep only in his boxershorts and a muscle shirt - and that man loves when he can be the big spoon, if he doesnt have to make you space - if you are in the bed first, he will simply flop onto you and bully and push and press you in the position he wants - BITES! That man bites! It doesnt matter if he is asleep or not, he will nibble and nip and bite you if he can, wont remember it in the morning - will turn into a snake in the middle of his sleep, dragging you closer and closer, winding himself around you as close and tight as he can, his nose buried in your neck or in between your breasts (doesnt matter if you are male or female, there are breasts, tiddies, and he will have his face pressed there, they are his, no more comments.) - is the most active sleeper after Soap, but at least he is moving you with him in his sleep. You can fall asleep on your back, in his arms and wake up with your feet on your pillow, one arm holding onto a blanket, the other getting chewed on by your man, who is trying to become a starfish-limpet underneath you while one of his hands surely grasps your behind.

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.