Price Is The True Father Of The Party.😂

this is the most beautiful thing i have ever seen.

Just a mindless doodle of price dancing in the kitchen with his s/o hehe.

Obrigado por essa bela obra de arte, 10000000/10. 😍

You know that I want you

Alejandro Vargas x female bounty hunter OC

This was requested by @littlemerzoste! I love doing Alejandro, he would be my 3rd favorite character. I think he needs more love! My DMs are always available to y’all if you want to request a specific and detailed story, otherwise you can use my ask box! Thank you Littlemerzoste for giving me this request friend!

Warnings: NSFW, smut, oral male giving, male dom, vaginal sex,fluff.

Note: MINORS UNDER 18+ DO NOT READ. Explicit content for older folk. Sorry y’all!

Alejandro with his men had a successful day, as they were able to capture a lead gang leader. He smiled as he watched his men enjoy themselves at the local bar. He was drinking Tequila when he felt a tap on his shoulder, he thought it was Rudy. “What is it?” He took his shot glass and drank it down in one gulp.

“Is that ‘ow you treat a lady mon cher”

Alejandro nearly choked up his drink. He quickly turned around to face the beautiful French Canadian woman. She had a thick accident do to her time in France and the most beautiful and slightly seductive personality that won his heart all those years ago.

“D-Danny?!” Alejandro stood up, “What are you doing in Las Almas?” He gave her a hug.

“You know, collecting a bounty… I wonder who tipped you guys on that gang leader.”

“That was you?!” He gasped. They had been tipped off about the Leader by a trusted source, but did not know who it was. “Oui” Danniela purred and wrapped her arms around his neck. Alejandro waisted no time in wrapping his own around her waist, bringing her close and meeting his forehead with hers. “So outside of that… why are you here?” His voice barely above a whisper. “There’s a prisoner from a high grade security system that escaped, he’s a mass murderer, easy pickings, known to be slippery.”

He nodded. “Then how did you know about our mission?” Slowly rocking her.

“You know I ‘ave my resources…” she purred and stroked his chin “Besides the Commander offered me a proposal I could not refuse, if I was to return”

Alejandro groaned and shook his head “You’re crazy Mi Amor, and what makes you think the commander will keep his word?” He purred. “Because I know him well.” She gave him a quick peck on the lips, unashamed of the public display of affection.

La Bachata by Manual Turizo was playing, Alejandro got an idea, “Care to dance, mi muñeca?”

“I would love too”

The two took to the stage with all the other couples as the sound of music played, the two matched each other’s movements almost perfectly. The song was new but the dance was the same. Swirling, bending, dancing, swaying, pressing one’s body close to the others then pulling away.

“Your getting old mon commandant” Danniela smirked.

“Sí, war does that to us” his voice was low, almost between a purr and a growl. He went feral when she gave him those pet names. He grabbed her hips gently as she wrapped her arms around his neck, “still as handsome as ever though”

Alejandro pulled her to the side and kissed her deeply, away from prying eyes. “¡Mierda! me haces sentir cosas.” He nipped at her tender skin just lightly to tug but not to hurt.

“Then maybe we should take it somewhere more…. Private.” Danniela purred and let him have more access to her neck. A groan and a growl echoed though his throat.

“If that is what you wish.”

“Oh very much so, mon Commandant.” Lowering her hand down to where the heat was building in Alejandro’s pants, and lightly pressed on it. He groaned and lowered his head, the alcohol was making his head a bit fuzzy and intensifying the feeling. “Vas a ser mi muerte, mujer” he panted, as he felt his heat becoming unbearable now.

“Then I will make it a most pleasurable death.” Danniella smirked.

That was it. Alejandro got the green light. Without wasting another minute, he grabbed her gently by the wrist and walked out to his truck, though the back door. Once seated Danniela asked “Where to mon amour?” Gently rubbing the back of his neck and earning a groan from him. He was always tense, she noted. A little kiss to her hand, as Alejandro brought it up to his lips.

“My ranch mi corazón.”

The words made her heart flutter. He was always the gentleman ever since she met him three years ago, he slowly won her over. As Alejandro drove, he held her hand in his. He talked to her about how much he missed her and the boys back at the bar drove him crazy. Danniela smiled, he loved his team like family, everyone down to the latest private. He was so proud of them all.

Finally they got to Alejandro’s ranch. He parked the truck and turned off the engine. It was nighttime, the moon was full, illuminating the surrounding area in a pale silver light.

“This place is always my favorite.” Danniela smiled, so many good memories.

Alejandro leaned in to give Danniela a passionate kiss. Cupping her cheek he whispered, “ I really missed you Danny”

“I know, I missed you too” she leaned into the kiss.

The next few minutes where spent in the truck making out. Alejandro had one of his hands under her shirt and bra, grasping one of her breasts, the other tangled in her short hair; while Danniela had her hand past the man’s pants and briefs, caressing his already stiff member.

“Shall. We. Take. This. Inside. Mi. Amor?” Alejandro kissed after every word and then let out a guttural moan when she touched the bace of the tip of his size.

“I think we should. We can’t preform well cramped in this vehicle.”

“It’s not like we haven’t done it before, remember?”

“Oh how could I not forget. I couldn’t walk for a whole day… didn’t help that we fucked again that same night” Danniela chuckled

“Oh, planeo follarte tan fuerte como eso otra vez. Esta vez no me detendré.” He got out of the truck and walked, more like jogged, to her side and opened the door for her. Danniela held out her hands as he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the ranch house.

Upon opening the door and shutting it with his boot, Alejandro went to the couch and gently thew her onto the soft plush. He waisted no time in getting her undressed and himself also. “You haven’t changed a bit” he marveled at her body. She was beautiful, he loved her inside and out, everything about Danniela made his heart sing. She was fearless, strong willed, but also caring and gentle when she wanted to be. Oh, but she was a vixen to him, a shadow that lurked in the dark part of his brain, an enigma, and that was a huge turn on from him. “You ready” Alejandro asked just at a whisper, he would never hurt her in anyway.

“Always for you.” Danniela purred and let him work his magic.

He could smell her intense arousal, it was intoxicating at the least. He bent over the arm of the couch and kissed her thighs and leaving little nips and hickeys up and down her legs, while grasping her hips. Once he was done teasing himself and her, he slid his tongue into her wet cavern, and moaned at her delicious taste.

“Ah right there!” Danniela moaned as she grabbed a fistful of his hair and the other hand clasping his bicep. Alejandro knew what to do. He immediately began sucking and licking her little pearl, the lips around were red and puffy ready to be abused. This got her to buck hard.

“Fuck!” She cried out as she arched her back. Alejandro dove his tongue back into her vagina and began pumping in and out. He was keeping her hips still while she was writhing in pleasure.

“ALEJANDRO!” Suddenly with a shout, Danniela climaxed into his mouth witch he gratefully drank up like a parched horse in the desert.

“Oh mi amor you did so well for me, gracias” He praised her then slowly crawled up on her and began to suck on one of her breast, with the hand massaging the other then switching. Slowly, he made his way up to her collar bone, leaving hickeys on her neck then ending the trail of kisses with her lips, temple, and forehead. This was his way of letting her relax before the intense session began. Asking once more Alejandro stroked her face with his thumb. “Ready mi corazón?”

“Sí” Danniela purred and began to rub her body against his to start friction. Alejandro carefully lined up then with a strong thrust, entered her leaking hole. Danniela gasped at the sudden wave of pleasure as he began to get full control, taking her hands above her head and forcing her hip down with a powerful grip, though never to tight to cause discomfort.

Alejandro was quick to work, as he slammed into her over and over grunting and making hissing sounds as each thrust was deeper than the last. Danniela wrapped her legs around his torso and that gave him more leverage to go deeper. He released her hands above her head and used both of them to properly lift her pelvis to a good angle where it would hit her soft G-Spot.

“Yes there! Ahhh! Ale! There!” Danniela called out as he hit harder and harder

“Your doing so good amor, taking me in like this ahhh~” he panted, getting close to his climax. “Come on! Give me your all!”

Danniela started to claw his back as he began to bite her neck.

“Yes! That’s it! Mark me up! Tell me who I belong too” Alejandro continued to praise her. Soon, the two came so hard and intense that Alejandro laid his head down on her shoulder and Danniela sank into the couch, both heavily breathing, riding off the organisms.

“Hope your not tired, I want to go for round two” Danniela purred. This made the Hispanic commander chuckle. “Your a hard one to please arnt ya?”

“Always.” She tapped his nose.

Five rounds later and close to 3:30am. The pair had tired themselves out beyond overstimulation. So much bodily fluids were all over the couch and floor. The whole house smelled like sex. Alejandro picked her tired body up carefully and smirked “Was that enough?”

“It will suffice” Danniela giggled, drunk on the high of the activities. Carrying her to the bathroom, he cleaned up her area gently as he did a number on her, all over her she had bruises, bites, hickeys, and marks. Down in the more private parts, her swollen lips were bright red, her clit was crimson, her hole had inflated to a much larger size than before. Oh he loved this. “I love you.” He kissed her gently as he cleaned her up

“I love you too” she purred back.

“Be mine forever?” He asked

“Always” she rubbed his sore head.

Content with this, he began to finish the wiping, “You want to take a shower amor?” He asked softly.

“I’ll do it in the morning.”

“Ok querida.” He whent into his room to grab a shirt and some boxers for her to wear. For himself, however; just boxers.

“Thank you.” She smiled as she took the stuff and shut the door.

Alejandro crawled into bed about to doze off when he heard the toilet flush and and his beautiful Queen came out and crawled into bed with him. He gave her one last kiss. “Buenas noches cariño. Te amo.”

“Bonne nuit ma mexicaine sexy. Je vous aime aussi."

And they soon fell asleep, locked in each other’s arms.

STAY TUNED! PART 2 will be coming soon!

My Two favorite chracters in one

Here. Take the Prowls👇👇

Panic attack

Summary: The ghost helps you during a panic attack.

pairing: ghost x reader

(Author's note:this is the first time i post a fic in english, besides being the first one i'm posting on tumblr. Hope you like it.)

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"Heart racing, palms sweating cold, chest pain, severe vertigo... Just a few signs of a panic attack. It wasn't normal for something like that to happen, and when it did, at most you could feel your palms starting to sweat.

At that moment, you were in your room, lying on the cold floor while hugging your own knees and breathing hard, trying and failing miserably to calm down.

The reason? To your surprise, your mentor, the man who made you one of the best agents in the 141, was on base. You were told that he had been there for some time to assist with some missions. Why so afraid? Why get so scared and panic?

From the age of fifteen to twenty-three, you were tormented and used to being beaten, punched and kicked, mostly in the face, stomach and ribs, often drugged to create resistance. The list was still long, he made you lose your fear of many things and also become afraid of many things, and one of those things was him. Seeing his face, hearing his voice and even feeling his hand on your shoulder was enough to make you sick. you believed that you would be away from him, that you would never need to see his face again, but no, it seems that you would not get rid of him so soon. Soap noticed that you didn't seem well right off the bat, he tried to talk to you, but at the time it wasn't something you needed, you were so out of control it was possible you'd end up punching Mactavish in the face. Price also noticed, he was practically like a father to you, and obviously he cared like one. And at the moment you wouldn't want to talk to him right now.

The truth was that you believed that you could and that you should deal and face it alone, your mentor made you believe that, that you didn't need anyone's help.

As you tried to normalize your breathing, you heard a knock on the door, followed by a very familiar voice.

— I know you're not okay. I'll go in.

Ghost...The last person you expected to come after you.

— No... You can't come in!

—I didn't ask your permission, Sergeant.

His voice resounded almost like the rumble of thunder. And in that moment, you were stupid not to lock the door. When you saw the doorknob start to be turned, you quickly got up and ran towards the door, when Simon soon started to enter, you pushed him out, but it was useless, he was bigger and stronger, and easily entered the room, closing the door behind him. Giving up, you returned to sit on the floor again, soon putting one of your hands on your face, then sighing shakily. You knew he was looking at you, analyzing and seeing your state. He already knew what you were feeling, and he clearly understood that you weren't willing to talk at the moment. You started to press your nails against the back of his hand, it started to hurt without even realizing it, but he noticed.

Without warning, The ghost grabbed your wrist, which startled you and slapped his hand away.

— DO NOT TOUCH ME!

The two of you made eye contact before Ghost grabbed your wrists and pulled you into a hug, pulling you close so you had your back to him, making it impossible for you to hit or kick him. his strong arms held you, pressing your back against his chest as you struggled and tried to break free of him, you failed miserably.

— DÉJAME IR HIJO DE PUTA!

You cursed him. It wasn't out of malice, but you felt in complete despair.

— I'm only going to let you go when I think it's okay.

— LET ME GO!

— We've been through this before, remember?...

Yep, you had a panic attack on one of your first 141 missions. You were trapped in a small enemy base by yourself, having to deal with a bunch of enemies on your own. When your companions finally managed to enter the place, the first to find you was Simon. You were hurt, tired, bloodstained, but still full of adrenaline, and for a while it almost didn't kill him, and in an attempt to calm you down, he hugged you and held you until he passed out from exhaustion. He wouldn't do it for just anyone, but he saw the terror in you, and he needed to keep you from hurting yourself and others, and the last thing you needed was to be treated like a rabid animal in that state.

— take a deep breath Sunshine.

It was almost like calming to hear him call you Sunshine, a nickname he gave when he realized that you liked to spend hours looking at the sunset, even though Soap called you by that name more often, whenever Simon called it, it sounded much better. Ghost wasn't the type to show feelings or be the most outgoing guy in the world, but during your friendship, he started to show more sentimentality to calm you down at times, and now it was time for that.

— You don't have to tell me anything now, I won't make you... But I'll stay here until you calm down, scream if you want, cry yourself to sleep, I'll stay here, and no one will hurt you, you have my word.

— I...I can't...he's...going to hurt me...I can't go back...I can't, I can't, I can't, I CAN'T!

— I already said that nobody will hurt you, you are safe here, nobody will take you. I wouldn't allow that.

— please...let me go...I won't...I won't do anything...

— you want to do something, i know that...tell me what it is, and then i'll think about letting you go.

— I...I...I need...a hug

Hugging wasn't a strong point in your friendship. Sometimes to comfort or calm you, he would touch your shoulder or put his hand on your face to make you look into his eyes. In your words, in your tone of voice, it was already clear how much you needed a hug. Then very slowly, he let go of your wrists, and then you turned to him and hugged him. Reluctantly, he put one arm on your back and the other behind your head, which made you feel safe. Your face was buried in his shoulder, and Simon felt that you were shaking, that you were crying silently.

"Go ahead and cry, little girl

Nobody does it like you do

I know how much it matters to you"

You don't know how long you stayed there, you don't know when you fell asleep, you just remember falling asleep in Ghost's arms. He noticed and carefully took you in his arms and laid you down on the bed, and before moving away to cover you with the blanket, he felt you were still holding his hand. He knew you would fall into despair if you woke up and didn't see him, not least because of what you said about being "taken away". The masked figure then let go of itself lightly and covered you with the blanket, then taking one of the books from your shelf and sitting in a chair there, hoping you would wake up soon.

HEAR ME OUT HE HAS A NAME!

This great diva is called Riktus (at least I believe it's spelled like that). Our man Steb already has a lot of love, now let's give this big guy some love.

This is so perfect...

Done

Can we talk about how great Sam Claflin was as Edmond Dantes? I haven't had the opportunity to watch this series yet (I don't know when it will arrive in Brazil), but I'm looking forward to seeing his work.

Guys...Guys...HOLY SHIT! WE NEED FANART FROM THESE TWO

That little fucking detail...I LOVE HIM SO MUCHHHHH

I've been watching the Fallout series and I started to wonder: The Cod boys, what kind would they be?

I would definitely imagine that the boys from 141 would most likely be the Steel Brothers or survivors of the bunkers (specifically Gaz and Soap).

Alejandro would most likely be a necrotic (let's be honest, he would be as hot as Ghoul or Hancock), Rudy would definitely be a bunker survivor.

Graves? I really don't know what type he would be along with the shadows, I prefer to let others imagine.

❗PLEASE, someone please get this to the designers here on Tumblr, god knows how they have a fertile imagination for this.❗