call me storm! i've been lurking in the cod fandom for a few months so i figured it was finally time to get involved（＾ω＾）please check my request rules and check if my requests are open before you send anything in!
highly encouraged to go follow the people i rb from because they're all wonderful at what they do!
warning: there will be nsfw and +18 content on this blog!!
You know what? I’m also gonna REBLOG this and ask directly.
If anybody sees this and wants to tell me in an ask (anonymous is always open), I’m EXTREMELY curious what vibes y’all have picked up about me in my art
quick announcement post! my variety blog has officially been created and can be found right here -> @sstormyskyess-ex <-
this blog is NOT being abandoned, btw! i'm gonna be posting here every now and then as i finish up all my requests and drafts over the course of this year 😊
i'm excited to get back to fandom spaces and i hope to see everyone there! thank you all for your support, i owe so much to all my followers and mutuals and i'm ready to show everyone the stuff i've been working on 💜
quick announcement post! my variety blog has officially been created and can be found right here -> @sstormyskyess-ex <-
this blog is NOT being abandoned, btw! i'm gonna be posting here every now and then as i finish up all my requests and drafts over the course of this year 😊
i'm excited to get back to fandom spaces and i hope to see everyone there! thank you all for your support, i owe so much to all my followers and mutuals and i'm ready to show everyone the stuff i've been working on 💜
happy new year my dear!! fun update: my first new year's resolution was finishing all the stuff in my drafts and requests, so hopefully i'll be posting some new stuff soon! i've been so bogged down with school that i haven't had the energy to work on much but this next semester is gonna be much more relaxed i think, so here's to hoping i get this blog back up and running at least for a little while :) as always thanks for all the love 💜 anon, you're the best
i'm so sorry for not checking in again. life has been absolute chaos but i came back to say that i still love you and i hope you're okay!!!
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that's totally okay 💜 anon 😊 i hope you're doing alright!! i'm still alive and kicking, trying to find some motivation for fandom stuff in general (i haven't found it yet but maybe once my winter break comes around) i've still got plans for a possible variety blog and i'll link that here if/when it's made and active! thank you so much for checking in, though, i love you too!!
hi i'm coming out of hibernation again for like. five minutes just to say that we've gotten yet another season with a featured character that isn't gaz, despite the fact that all of the other 141 members have gotten one thus far
hi 💜 anon, i'm doing fine 😊 i know i've been completely radio silent for a bit but i'm alright
i've mostly been gone because i've lost a lot of inspiration for this blog [i went and got myself a new hyperfixation aka mass effect] but i may find some desire to write again at some point
that may also turn into me making a new blog for variety writing or something of that sort, we'll just have to see
but thank you so much for checking in, much love to you and anyone else wondering where i've been, 💜 anon; we'll just have to see where i go from here
pricegaz/fem!reader: price asks to watch you play a little rough.
aftercare, domdrop, she/her reader with no description of skin, hair, body, etc. NSFW but no sex. i only read through it once. enjoy ^-^
you barely hear price’s voice through the ringing in your ears.
“you with me, love?” he prods, snorting a little when you give him a weak thumbs up. “cheeky little thing.”
you relax back into the pleasant buzzing in your head, tuning out the rest of the world. your muscles and skin ache in the most pleasant way. fuck, kyle was amazing tonight. when price instructed you both to perform a rougher scene for him, you’d been a little unsure of how kyle would do—he’d never taken on that role with you before—but he had been perfect. his strikes were measured but hard enough to make you sob into the sheets, his fingers gripped the softness of your body until the blood pooled in bruises under your skin. fuck, he was mean, and you loved every second of it. you’d have to thank john for suggesting as soon as you come back to earth.
john. he’s talking, he’s—he sounds rather urgent. you force your eyes open and roll on to your side to see what’s going on, wincing at the movement. your heart drops. kyle is curled up in a ball, arms wrapped around himself as he trembles.
“kyle? baby?” suddenly you’re sat up straight, your hand reaching out to touch him, but price stops you.
“easy, easy,” he murmurs. “he’s not with us yet. love? can you hear me?”
kyle shivers and gives a little nod.
“color for touch?” price asks, his voice low and stern.
“green, sir,” he whispers, and immediately price rests his hand on kyle’s cheek.
“there he is,” you coo. “where did you go?”
price gives you a warning look that you don’t quite understand.
“it’s alright, love,” price soothes, stroking kyle’s face. “you were just playing. just a little roughhousing, yeah? nobody’s angry. she had fun, didn’t you, princess?”
you look between price and gaz, confused, before realizing what’s going on.
“i loved it. you were perfect,” you promise, rubbing his shoulder.
“see? she’s not scared,” price says firmly. “she’s okay. you’re okay. you didn’t do anything wrong.”
slowly, gaz begins to relax. the tremors in his shoulders stop and he rolls onto his back to look at you. god, those glassy brown eyes make your heart crack.
“hi, baby,” you whisper. “i’m okay. see? i had fun. i would have stopped you if it was too much. it’s okay if you didn’t like it.”
“i did,” he whispers, his voice unnaturally hoarse. “fuck, i liked it, babe, i just—“
price shushes him.
“i know, darling, i know,” price says. “just came crashing down at the end, didn’t you? it all felt too real—but it wasn’t. it wasn’t real.”
kyle nods and breathes deeply, a shuddering breath that sounds like it hurts in his lungs.
“good lad,” price cracks a smile and rises to his feet. “i’ve got tiger balm for your shoulders, kyle, and aloe for the princess’s pretty arse.”
“and chocolate?” kyle mumbles, smiling just a little.
“and chocolate,” john chuckles. “and electrolyte water.”
john is always prepared. you scoop your fingers into the tiger balm and rub a small amount into kyle’s skin, massaging the aching muscles across his whole back. in turn he rolls you onto your tummy, abruptly halting when he sees you wincing.
“babe,” he whispers. “oh, love…“
“none of that,” price sounds stern. “that’s what she likes. just rub the aloe in, just like i taught you.”
normally you’d just sit quiet and still for this part, allowing the pleasant sensation to lull you in, but tonight you’re alert.
“thank you, baby,” kyle’s hands falter when he hears your voice. “that feels nice.”
out of the corner of your eye, you see price nod approvingly. you’ve never been the one administering emotional aftercare before and you're glad price is there to guide you both. he sinks down on the bed again—usually john insists on being the one in the middle, the selfish bastard, but tonight he shuffles kyle in between the two of you. his arms go around kyle’s trim waist while you press your face to his neck. his eyes flutter shut with a sigh, gentle and content, and you follow suit. john will be up for a while longer to watch over you both, as he always is, but you know he’ll settle eventually and all three of you will return to your precious harmony.
Summary: Your car suffers an accident, and you end up with no signal in the Mexican wilderness.
Warnings: Reader speaks Spanish (but is not necessarily a native speaker), Alejandro and reader hate each other, spanglish, unprotected sex, p in v, car sex, hinting at possible feelings (blink and you miss it), Alejandro and reader are very mean to each other, reader is purposefully annoying, not proofread!!
Words: 3.0k
Notes: I’ve been feral lately, so here is an Alejandro fic (I need to be locked and muzzled up). Lots of Spanglish (because I’m a Spanish queen) and possible grammatical errors bc English is not my first language. Maybe I’ll do a part 2 down the line bc this can’t end like this?
Also, the fic is heavily influenced by @XCaliper’s c.ai Alejandro Vargas chat.
The humming of the car filled the silence between Alejandro and you. The road was empty, dark due to the moonless night. The gentle hum of the AC refreshed your beat up face after a long mission, one that was assigned to both Coronel Vargas and you.
As always, every dreaded time that you had to work with him, it ended bad for you two. You didn’t understand each other, your ways differed to be considered healthy.
Still, somehow, you complimented each other perfectly when it came to work. Amidst the clash of personalities, you two found that there was no better pairing, as much as you hated it.
Today was one of those days where, apart from a successful mission, you ended up yelling at each other. That moment of peace in the car was nothing but a truce until you two reached the base.
A slight disturbance, and hell would set loose.
And that’s what happened.
A pronghorn came out of nowhere, jumping into the road.
One second, and the car spun out of control. The tires screeched, Alejandro tried maneuvering, but to no avail.
You hit some cactuses, impromptu halting in a ditch.
You tried breathing in, but the airbag had punched you straight in your chest. You swallowed, confused, your ears ringing from the impact. Smoke was coming out of the hood, the engine hummed one last time before finally turning off, letting in the distant sounds of the Mexican countryside.
You stepped out of the car, coughing. The gasses on the airbag were strong, and they had already attacked your lungs before you could realize.
Alejandro appeared from the other side of the car, more composed than you. He still was shaken, confused, but in a better position than you.
“Pinche venado cabrón,” he spat, the rage in his voice contained by the last thread on sanity in him. “Mira lo que le hizo al coche, pinche suerte de la verga!”
Stupid fucking pronghorn! Look at what it did to the car, damn luck we have!
You looked at him, your demeanor as calm as possible, so as to not anger him further. You took in some air, your hands on your waist, thinking of what the hell would you do now.
“I’m going to call base,” you said, taking out your phone, giving him your back.
“There’s no signal here,” he said in a scolding tone. “I already tried.”
You sighed in frustration. “I’ll try either way.”
Alejandro groaned behind you, his voice merely a frustrated whisper. “Nunca hace caso… pinche terca.”
She never listens… stubborn bitch.
You took your phone, trying to contact the base. Of course, just like Alejandro said, there was no signal. You sighed, tilting your head back.
“Maybe we could try to get to the nearest town, try to contact the base that way. Not reaching out will alarm them, it's in our best interest to try and do something…”
“It’s not worth it,” he said. “There’s wild dogs, and with Las Almas out there…”
“It’s worth a try. How else are they going to find us?”
The muscles in his jaw tensed at the question, his body fixed in place
“They are waiting for us,” he replied calmly, his voice strained, like he was restraining himself from yelling at you. “In the morning they'll go looking for us.”
“I’m not comfortable accepting defeat like this,” you said, trying to make your tone as confident as possible. “Why don’t…”
“No puedes quedarte callada un segundo, eh?” he spat, his tone harsh, frustrated. “Todo el condenado día hablando…”
You can’t shut up for a second, can you? All the damned day talking…
“I’m just trying to help here, Alejandro,” you replied, already ignited. “Always acting like everything I say is stupid.”
He groaned at the mention of his name passing through your lips, placing his hands on his hips. “Because you are all talk, but you never fucking listen.”
The way he yelled at you almost made you retreat in defeat. He looked angry, annoyed at your every move. It made you boil in anger.
“Que nunca escucho?” you said in Spanish, scoffing at him. “I do everything you say, Alejandro. Always. You act like you have more power over me than my own superiors. In here, you are nothing but my partner, okay?”
That I never listen?
“In here,” he said, getting close up to your face. “You do as I say, ¿me escuchas? This is Mexico, hermana. No estamos en Colorado, aquí un pie en el fango, and you’re dead.”
You do as I say, you hear me? This is Mexico, sister. We’re not in Colorado, here, you step foot in the mud, and you’re dead.
You pressed your jaw shut, holding eye contact with Alejandro. He looked as bothered as you, stopping the urge of punching you in the face full force. “Don’t act like I’m clueless, Alejandro. You take every chance you get to disrespect me, and I won’t accept any of that shit.”
He was silent for a second, eyes burning in anger and a surprised smirk in his face. “You think it’s bullshit that I’m on your ass about everything? Princesa, you don’t listen, everything is always a damn argument, and act like your fuck ups are everyone else’s fault. I’m not on your ass, I’m here to fix your stupid mistakes!”
You nodded at the floor, disregarding everything he said. Then, out of nowhere, you went up to the car, and took your assault rifle. You checked for bullets, made sure that the flashlight worked.
When you were ready, you started walking away from the car.
You felt Alejandro’s stare on you, the second it took for him to understand what was going on giving you more time to walk away.
“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” He said, starting to follow you.
“Somewhere where you’re not getting on my nerves.”
His footsteps were heavy and loud, his anger seeping into the ground like poison.
“You think it’s easy for me to put up with you?” He snapped in response, more in defeat than in anger.
“You think it’s easy to put up with you, too?” you barked, too composed for what you were feeling at that moment. “Deja de mandarme por un rato, por Dios.”
Leave me alone for a second, for God’s sake.
Those words of yours came out like a whisper, like a rhetorical plea to yourself. It was nothing but a complaint, one that you felt deep in your bones.
Alejandro brought out the worst from you, turned you into a monster.
“Stop!” He shouted. “This is ridiculous. Get back in the car!”
You stopped dead in your tracks, almost clashing against Alejandro. “I’m not getting in the fucking car, not with you.”
He reached out and grabbed your arm, his face seeping annoyance through every pore. “Get in the car. Now.”
You shook his hand away, narrowing your eyes. “Don’t fucking grab me like that.”
He sighed in defeat, looking at you in disappointment. “Stop being so difficult.”
You swallowed thick, looking him in the eyes. "I'm not being difficult. You are."
He stepped closer, getting in your space. “You’re infuriating.”
“I hate you,” you spat, empathizing every word, your eyes focused on him.
Alejandro pressed his jaw shut, his eyes scanning you whole. He had never been disrespected like that, much less by a teammate; by a subordinate.
It left him speechless.
There was a pause, where neither of you faltered. Gaze on each other, a showcase of pride. The air between you was heavy, asphyxiating.
You could feel the frustration radiating off him, your anger trampled by the sour sensation of heat. Your chest heaved slightly, your breath on his.
Then, his eyes flickered to your lips for a split second, then back to your eyes.
Before you could react, his hand shot out, cupping the back of your neck, pulling you closer. His lips clashed on yours, demanding, dominant. His body pressed against yours, making a rush of heat curse through your insides. He was kissing you like you were the air he needed to breathe, grabbing you in a way that made you feel weak at the knees.
You were animals, tasting each other's mouths in desperation, feeling the softness of each other, that same sensation fueling the need to get closer. A low groan escaped his throat, vibrating through your body.
Alejandro's kiss was bruising, relentless, as if he was pouring all his frustration and desire into it. The tension that had been simmering between you for so long erupted in this kiss, and there was no holding back. You nipped at his lower lip, eliciting a growl from deep within his chest, and his grip on you tightened.
The taste of him was intoxicating, a mix of anger and need that made your head spin. You felt his breath hitch as your hands went to rest on the sides of his neck, your thumbs reaching over to his jaw.
For a moment, you felt as if you were caught in a storm. Alejandro’s kiss was raw, intense, full of hatred.
It made you want to kiss him again.
“Sube al coche,” he whispered against your lips.
Step in the car.
You pulled back slightly, your eyes locked onto his. The command in his voice sent a shiver down your spine, and despite the chaos of the moment, you couldn't help but feel a thrill at his dominance. You nodded, unable to form words, your mind still reeling from the kiss.
Alejandro's eyes bore into yours, the anger and desire still blazing. He let go of you just enough to allow you to move, and you stumbled slightly as you turned towards the car. Your heart was pounding, your lips still tingling from the intensity of his kiss.
The moment you were both inside the back of the car, he was on you again, his hands pulling you towards him. He pulled you on his lap, his hands starting to undo your tactical vest, leaving you only with your shirt.
His mouth moved to your neck, giving soft, hot kisses that had you moaning his name, running your fingers through his hair. He smelled of cologne, his natural scent battling for dominance, sending your whole body into overload. It had you grinding on him, whimpering, desperate to have him in the most intimate way possible.
The car soon heated up, the leather of the seats becoming a sticky trap. Gasping for air, you took Alejandro’s tactical vest off, your hands feeling up his torso, the nylon of his long sleeved jacket rough against your calloused hands, making you want to take it off of him then and there.
Alejandro placed his hands on your waist, tugging on your shirt, dragging it up your torso. It felt like an eternity, giving you goosebumps all over your body. You breathed in, trying to find his gaze. Instead, he was looking at your semi-nude torso in awe, the muscles in his jaw tensing, hands caressing the sides of your body. His touch was like fire, leaving a trace of tingly skin there where he touched, leaving you begging for more.
You placed your hands on his chest, grinding on him, practically riding him with clothes on. He moaned, guiding your hips through his lap, the friction maddening, sweet torture that was leaving you more frustrated than before.
His eyes finally met yours, dark, intense. He looked hungry, lost in the moment. You leaned in, capturing his lips like a feral animal, the heat burning you from the inside. In the midst of it, you felt his hands on your back, trailing to your bra. Before you could even react, he already had it in his hand, throwing it somewhere in the car.
With a growl, Alejandro broke the kiss, his lips trailing down your neck, biting and sucking on the sensitive skin. Your head fell back, a moan escaping your lips as his mouth found one of your breasts. Feeling him like that made you melt, the car supporting your body the only thing keeping you from losing your mind.
His tongue flicked over your nipple, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from you. He nipped at your skin, just enough to send shivers down your spine, the sensation maddening, a mix of pleasure and pain that left you craving for more.
Then, in a swift motion, he moved you to the side, leaving you longing for his attention, mewling at the lack of contact. Alejandro found his way to your cargo pants, undoing the belt, ripping it from your body. You helped him get rid of your boots, and soon your pants flew to the front of the car. You took off his jacket, the bare skin of his torso illuminated by the little light that the stars managed to give.
Before he could get on top of you, you pressed a hand on his chest, hopping on top of him. There, you found his mouth desperately, hungry for more of him. You unzipped his pants, sliding one of your hands inside of them. Alejandro gasped, his lips on yours, giving small pecks as you explored, wrapping your hand around his cock.
He groaned, the sound vibrating against your lips as you stroked him, your movements slow and deliberate. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, the tension coiled tight within him. His hands gripped your hips, urging you to move closer, to give him more.
You obliged, positioning yourself over him. He grabbed your thong out of the way, letting you guide his cock to your entrance. You could see the desire in his eyes, the impatience. Slowly, you lowered yourself on him, getting filled inch by inch. You saw Alejandro moan, grab your hips, helping you into his cock. Once your soaking pussy had taken him whole, you looked at him, your mouth agape, lost, deaf, the pleasure overtaking your soul.
His hands roamed over your body, squeezing your breasts, running down your back, gripping your ass as he thrusted into you. You trembled on top of him, his thickness making you feel whole, like your life’s purpose was to get fucked like that.
You began to move, rocking your hips against him, finding a rhythm that had you both gasping for air. Alejandro’s eyes never left yours, in awe of your moves, of the indecent sounds of your body slapping against his. His skin burned, the windows were foggy, the air hot, smelling of raw, animalistic sex.
Every movement sent waves of pleasure through you, amplified by the hand that had slipped down to your clit, pleasuring yourself with urgency. Your breaths came in short, sharp bursts, all landing on Alejandro’s ear. His hands tightened on your ass, guiding you into his cock, each time rougher, harder. The friction, the heat, the sensation of him deep inside you, tearing you apart in the most addicting way possible was overwhelming, maddening.
"Más fuerte," he groaned, his voice rough, primal. "No pares."
Harder. Don’t stop.
You increased your pace, your hips moving in desperate urgency, looking to break him, to leave him begging for you. From below, he started thrusting into you, meeting your movements with his own. The car seemed to close around you, making you focus on each thrust, each moan, the way in which the car shaked.
You rode him with abandon, your body moving instinctively, lost in the rhythm, the heat, the pleasure. Your fingers were working on your clit, sending shockwaves through your body, making you moan, begging him not to stop.
He was filling you perfectly, using you like his own personal slut, thrusting in like an animal, your free hand the only thing keeping you where you were.
Soon, Alejandro's moans became background noise, a distant reminder of what was happening. Your body reacted before you did, squeezing his cock, spiking your heart rate through the roof. You mewled his name, lost. His thrusts became softer, longer, making you cry out. You pressed your face on the crook of his neck, moaning desperately, riding out your orgasm as best as you could.
The waves of pleasure crashed over you, your body trembling uncontrollably. Alejandro's hands tightened on your hips, his own climax imminent. He groaned deeply, your pussy still milking him, driving him insane.
You became undone on top of him, your only purpose to pleasure him, to get used to the best of your abilities.
Alejandro took it very seriously, his hands bruising your hips, thrusting into you relentlessly, whimpering as his orgasm approached. He found your gaze, grabbing the back of your neck, groaning, drilling into you like an animal.
His moans came out sharp, irregular. His cock twitched inside of you, the heat of his orgasm making you grab onto him, focus on his eyes as he cummed deep inside you.
Time stopped for a while. He was gasping for air, his eyes lost in yours, making out what had just happened. One of your hands found his chest, still beating hard, where you stabilized yourself, looking at him in the same way, clueless, in between surprised and ashamed.
Alejandro pulled you closer, bringing you back to reality, distracting you from your own thoughts. His hands rested on your waist, locking you in place. Your face pointed to the door, where you could almost make out the shape of what was behind the fog on the window.
Sweat dripped from both of you, your bodies tangled, still connected. His body radiated heat off to you, his chest moving up and down against yours, his heart beating at a normal pace.
You two were sticky, exhausted.
Silence filled the car, the cold of the night seeping in, sending shivers down your spine.
Then, clarity set in. You realized what you had just done.
With whom.
It made you want to run away. But for the first time since you two met, he looked calm, non-threatening. A tamed beast.
That, though, still didn’t take away from the disgust you felt for yourself. It didn’t excuse how much you had fucked up.
“This doesn’t change anything,” you whispered.
He squeezed your hip, kissing your shoulder, knowing it was the last time you would accept that sort of affection from him.
