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sofasoap · 1 year

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Love at first sight - Epilogue

Pairing: Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra x F!reader ( aka Mini MacTavish)

Summary: Two love birds finally got together. To the relief of everyone.

Part I, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4,Part 5,Part 6

Warning: E Rating. Smutty smut. inaccuracies to medical and military related. discussion of injury.

A/N: @siilvan , thank you for being a wonderful Beta-reader *hug* @jynxmirage for giving me daily encouragements of sending me picture of delicious Bayardo De Murguia to keep me going :) Thanks to @okayyadriana and @saltofmercury helping me with Spanish words :) if there are any mistakes. Please blame me not them.

“masterlist”

You stayed on with the Los Vaqueros In Las Almas after Rudy was cleared to be discharged from the hospital.

Approaching Price a few days after in private, you were nervous as you put in a request to stay on for a bit longer while the rest of the team moved on to another mission back in Europe soon.

“I know this is a very selfish request, Captain..” You look down at your boot, feeling guilty abandoning your team while they need you. But you can’t walk away from him this time. Rudy still needs you to look after him, or so you try to justify it. More like you need him to heal your guilty conscience.

Price observed you in silence for a few minutes, brows furrowed. At last he jerks his head towards the outside, indicating to you to follow him.

The sun is slowly setting, a few soldiers returning from their patrols and training. Everything seems so tranquil and peaceful compared to the near death mission the squad was sent to a few weeks ago.

Taking out a cigar he stashed away in his vest pocket, he lit it up, and took a slow drag before turning to you.

“You've been burying yourself in work non-stop for the last few months Mini. Is this why?” He didn’t point out what exactly he was asking about.

But, you know what he is implying.

Kicking a bit of dirt on the ground and swiping the little gravel away for no reason, you let out a little grunt, acknowledging his question.

“Stay as long as you want. You have trained your team well, Dr. MacTavish.” He chuckled as you pouted like a child, he knows you don’t like to address you with the title. “I’m sure they can handle the boys without you.” He pats you on the shoulder. “Take a good break, but I don’t know how much rest you are going to have fussing over him.”

“I’ll try to behave…” You replied sincerely, finally feeling a bit of weight lift off your shoulders. “Thank you, Captain. It means a lot to me.”

Patting you on the shoulder with a fatherly smile, “Go chase your happiness, Mini. You deserve it.”

Leaning back against the wall, you close your eyes and listen to the faint sound of music and singing that could be heard from the mess hall from a distance away, as the Task force and Los Vaqueros soldiers celebrate another successful mission under their belt after months of hard work.

A shadow appears in front of you. Looking up, you saw Rudy standing in front of you, eyebrows raised, silently asking for permission.

Patting the ground beside you and inviting him to sit down, you share the brief silence.

This is probably the only time the two of you have spent time alone in the last few months, without anyone else hovering about.

To Rudy’s dismay, Alejandro forced his second in command to take an extensive break after his return from hospital.

“Rest. You nearly died in my arms, hermano. I am sure your mother will be happy to have you at home for more than one day in a few weeks.” He commented. Alejandro turned towards you and patted you on the shoulder, “I’ll get Dr. MacTavish here to check up on you, so don’t you worry about your injury.”

Mama Parra was ecstatic to see you return along with her son. You were quite touched by how the whole family welcomed your return. Camila gave you a knowing look after giving you a hug.

“Thank you for saving my brother. And, please, look after him from now on.”

The tender look he gives you everytime you go over to change his bandages, and the desire he couldn’t keep hidden sipping through when you glide your hands, deliberately across his well defined ab. You linger your hand around his pelvis area, boldly caressing the slight bit of hair showing above his pants. Oh how his eyes darken as you flash him a sly smile, teasing him.

If only he wasn’t still recovering from his near fatal wound. If only there weren’t people always out and about in the house.

Both of you would have given in to the desire, right there and then.

But his mother would always poke her head into the room every time, fussing about and pulling you out to feed you with delicious meals, trying to show you the family photos, and with your rudimentary understanding of Spanish language, along with Rudy and Camila’s translation, Mama Parra loved telling you all the family history and childhood stories of Rudy and his siblings, and all the havoc him and Alejandro caused when they were young.

You often catch Alejandro looking at the two of you, rolling his eyes while shaking his head, exasperated that the two of you are behaving like love sick puppies yet again.

“Are you two going to make a move on each other or not?” Alejandro asked you once, when you were dropping off the health assessment reports in his office. “You know there is a betting pool happening amongst the team to see when…”

You ran out of the office in a flash, not even waiting for his sentence to finish, utterly mortified.

Rudy breaks the silence first as he softly calls out your name. Turning slightly to face him.

“Cariño. Mi vida.” The tips of your ears burn as he addresses you in such an intimate manner. How would it feel if he called out like that when he was buried inside you…? “What are you thinking?” He whispered, his beautiful brown orbs filled with sadness. “Are you… are you thinking of leaving again?” Your heart clenched with pain as he looked at you with the same nervousness and distress you saw the night at the hospital. You realise the two of you haven’t sat down and discussed the future, where to move on from here. No wonder the poor man is feeling so insecure.

“Oh love.. no.. no don’t think that.” Gently cupping his face, you pull him down towards you to lean against his forehead. “I am not leaving you. Ever again. No matter what happens. I am sorry I haven’t been clearer.” You apologised as you leaned close to give him a gentle kiss on the cheek. “...well, barring from getting sent out for missions…” You added hastily.

You feel tension dissipate from him as you give him your words of reassurance. Taking one of his hands, you put it over your heart.

“This will be yours from now on. And this,” You put your hand over his rapid beating heart, “I hope I have the honour for this to be mine.” You drop down to a whisper, suddenly timid.

“From the moment I laid my eyes on you, I had already devoted my heart to you. I never expected you to return my feelings. I was happy to watch you from afar, assist you whenever I could; seeing that bright smile appear on your face is all that matters to me. I never expected anything in return.”

You were taken aback by his comment. You knew he had feelings for you quite early on, but from the moment you arrived at Las Almas? You didn’t quite expect that. Silently pining for you, doing what he does the best, assisting you in the background. You realise everytime the medical team has requested something, it would be done right away in the next few days. You got a complaint? Rudy would sort it out straight away.

“All done, as per your request.” You remember his soft smile and his shyness everytime he reported back to you.

It was all for you.

“Rudy… oh, Rudy…” You lamented. The guilt is hitting you again.You couldn’t stop the tears streaming down your face now. “I am so sorry… so sorry…”

“Cariño, it’s not your fault. You did what you thought was right at the time, and I don’t blame you for that.” He pulls you into his embrace, kissing you lightly on your head. “I admit, I was quite heartbroken, but I do understand. Duty over heart. And the distance would have made it hard.” Closing his eyes, he chuckled slightly. “I buried myself in work, trying to put it all behind me. That accidental phone call? It reignited my hope. Brought back the ache again.”

Resting your head in the crook of his neck, you enjoy the closeness, his scent, as he lightly rocks you back and forth to the music in the distance, slowly processing his words.

“I love you, mi vida. I love you so much.” He whispered into your ears. “You are so beautiful. So strong, so fierce, so loyal…” He pulled himself away slightly to face you as he took in a deep breath.

“Would it be too much to ask, for you to be mine?” He pleaded, desperately searching for an answer in your eyes.

You wrap your arms around his neck with a soft smile, “You already have my heart,” You whispered as you tipped your head up to give him a gentle kiss on his lips. “And you have my permission to take my body as yours, too.”

With that reply, he leaned down towards you for another kiss, pouring all his emotion and heart into it. You can feel both of your bodies heating up as you nudge his lips open with your tongue, teasing him.

Abruptly, he pulls you away, panting, and jerks his head towards the main building. “My room. Not here.” That was all he could get out with his mind semi-frazzled from the kiss. You nodded your head frantically as both of you made your way towards the said destination.

As the two of you passed through the mess hall towards the officer’s quarters, you thought you saw Alejandro’s quick wave and smirk. Must be your imagination?

You couldn’t help but circle your arm around his waist as he shakily tried to open the door to his resting quarters. Hands meander around his body, teasing him a little, feeling his broad muscles, his back, and coming to a stop as you palm his semi hard package underneath his trousers. As soon as the door opens, he turns around and pulls you in, and kicks the door closed. You pull him down by his collar for another kiss, desperate to show him how much you want him, to soothe his worries and doubt.

You push him to sit down on the bed, both of you still catching your breath from the heated kiss and dash.

“Please, mi amor… please, show me how you like it. Where you want me to touch…” He looks up at you, hands roaming up and down your body, voice dropping into a husky and lustful whisper.

You lower yourself to straddle him, feeling his hardness through the fabric. Rolling your hips slightly, you hear his breath catching slightly, holding back a groan.

You move one of his hands to grab your ass, and the other to slide under your top, towards your breast. “Anywhere you like, love,” You swallow thickly, body filled with want. You want him. Anywhere. Everywhere. “Just show me what your deft fingers can do.” You purred as you looked at him through half hooded eyes. .

You always wondered what it would feel like to have his hands on you after seeing him playing the guitar that night. The beautiful nimble fingers gliding up and down the fretboard, plucking away on the strings.

Standing up again to let him have better access to your lower region, he fumbles slightly as he unbuttons your pants and glides in between your pants and underwear. You let out an unrestrained moan as you feel his finger skate over your clit, before it reaches your already soaking opening.

“That’s it, my love..more… I want to feel more of you there…” You gasped and demanded as you rolled your hips with his moment. Another finger followed without hesitation, and another, until you feel stretched full of him pumping slowly in and out of you.

His thumb languidly circles your clit as you dig your nails into his shoulder, back arched and screaming his name, not caring if the whole barracks hears you enjoying the first orgasm your lover has given you.

You look down at him with your watery orbs, breathing still short and fast as you come down from the blissful high he has just given you. He pulled his fingers out of you and slipped them in his mouth.

“I want to taste more of you.” He hummed as he slowly licked his fingers, cleaning up the cum juice you drenched him with. “My mouth against your beautiful soaking wet cunt, making you happy…”

Oh, you have definitely flipped a switch on. Gone is the shy Rudy, now Rodolfo Parra, the same confidence and passion shining through his eyes that you saw from him that night playing his guitar, is requesting to please you once again. Or, is that a thinly veiled demand?

Either way, you welcome the change.

Leaning down to pull him into an open mouthed kiss, you speak against his lips.

“You will have a lot more chances for that later on, my love.” You smirked as you pushed his shoulder, making him fall back onto the bed. You kneel on the bed, legs on each side of his body. “Now, it’s my turn to give you some pleasure, as you have just given me.” You position yourself comfortably sitting on his thighs, before you start to unbutton his shirt.

Peppering kisses on his chest, your eyes soften as your hand carrases over the healed scar from months ago. That pain in your heart is still as fresh as the day you barely pulled him back from death’s door step.

“Still hurting?” You murmured as you traced your fingers over the most critical spot. “Occasional phantom pain, but I am alright now. Thanks to you.” He reassures you as he runs his hand up and down your arm.

Continuing down his body, your hands shake with excitement like a child opening a present on Christmas day, eager to see what is hiding underneath.

Your smile broadens as you pull his pants down, his impressive girth finally appearing. You heard him groaning as you gently grabbed his length, pumping it a few times before taking it with your mouth.

Rudy gasps and moans as you work away, teasing him with your tongue, sucking the tip and kneading his balls lightly. He grasps the bed sheet hard as he blabbers away in Spanish, too fast for you to follow. He took you by surprise as he let out an almost half whimper-half sob before you felt the hot cum coating the inside your mouth. You lapped it all up and swallowed keenly as he rode out the rest of his orgasm.

“I… I am sorry, mi amor. I couldn’t hold it in any longer...” He apologised profusely, clearly embarrassed. You climb back up towards him. “I am glad I have that effect on you, Cariño.” You hushed him as you showered him with kisses on his face and patted his chest.

His eyes glitter as you use the endearment in his mother tongue. “I should feel honoured that I can make you come so quickly. Now,” You stripped the rest of your clothing off. “Show me what you can do with that impressive thing inside me.”

Rudy claimed shyly he isn’t as experienced as you, but oh boy. His attentiveness, his eagerness, how much he wanted to give you a good time, all made up for it.

His hands couldn’t stop touching you, caressing you as he slowly thrusted in and out of your aching core, stretching it open, making you quiver and moan out no matter what angle and position he went for. As if the two of you were made for each other, meant to be. Your soulmate.

The two of you finally drifted to sleep, round after round of pleasure and orgasms, with his arm around you, holding you close to his chest. Afraid to let go, afraid for you to disappear again.

The whole mess hall erupted into cheers and whistles as both you and Rudy walked in, taking both of you by surprise.

You hid your face in Rudy’s shoulder, abashed by the sudden attention both of you were getting.

Rudy, calm as always, ignored all the teases as he gently took your hand, which incited another round of cheers as he led you to the back table where Alejandro and your team was sitting at the moment for breakfast. He sat you down first before murmuring into your ear and pressing a soft kiss to your cheek, heading towards the serving area to grab food for both of you.

“I hope you two had a good time last night.” Alejandro smiled as he pushed the jar of sugar towards you.

“HOW–” You nearly spilled out the coffee that you were pouring into the mug.

“Why did you think the officer’s quarters were so quiet last night?” Alejandro smirked with a knowing look.

Blistering hell, he knew. He ordered people to stay away from the sleeping quarters. You wondered why the usually busy hallway was void of people as the two of you dashed towards his bedroom.

Another soldier sitting across from you laughed. " Ah, don't be so shy. We were all rooting for you and our Sergeant Major. And, you know what they say?? Tell her, mi hermanos, mi hermanas!!"

“Save a horse, ride a Vaquero!” The whole mess hall shouted in unison.

You just want to dig a hole in the ground and hide.

“...Captain.” You mumbled at Price. “Have you got Nikolai’s contact? Please ask him to take me away from this horrible embarrassment.” You buried your face in your hands. Now how are you going to face all of them?

“Might be a good idea, so we don’t have to hear your screams every night.” Soap mumbled as he took a sip of his coffee.

OH great, now your brother is talking about your sex life. Something just snapped inside you. Stuff this. If they are so interested in your life, you might as well….

Slamming your mug onto the table, you stood up on the bench, whistling to catch everyone’s attention.

“Since all of you are so interested in our love life, yes, the Sergeant Major and I finally shagged last night.” You heard your brother spitting out his coffee while Ghost thumped his back, Gaz laughing his head off. “And, ladies, his fingers are just as good, if not better than all of you imagined.” Gasps and giggles could be heard amongst the crowd. Out of the corner of your eyes, Rudy froze mid-motion while picking up some toast from the toaster, soldiers around him slapping his back and elbowing him, teasing him.

“Mini…” You heard Price trying to interject, but you held out your hand towards your captain, stopping him.

“Last, but not least, I love him, and he is off the market people! Take this as a warning, no one touches MY MAN!”

Jumping down from your bench, you walk down the aisle between the refectory tables, as if doing a victory walk between the cheering and clapping soldiers, towards Rudy, who’s now blushing from head to toe, hearing your public declaration.

“There. I think that will stop anyone from gossiping about us.” You stop in front of your lover, as he leans into the crook of your neck, feeling the heat radiating off his skin.

“Ah, querida… What am I going to do with you.” He asked, followed by a sigh.

“Well, one thing for sure, you aren’t going to get rid of me, because I am going to stick around for quite a long time.” You replied as you wrapped your arm around his torso.

“Good.” He put his plates down to the side and proceeded to lift you up high. “Because you are mine forever, mi hermosa.”

“... how much did you bet on them?”

“A hundred pounds, But that’s because I had insider information.”

“Mierda.”

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homicidal-slvt · 1 year

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I neeed some Rudy smut! I’m so ridiculously feral for him and he doesn’t get the love he deserves. Fem or GN reader please. I don’t really see him being the soft, gentle type like most people do but it’s completely up to you! Maybe the readers being a brat or perhaps the reader is so, so needy and they seek him out and he makes them beg. But again, anything you write I will gobble it up like a rabid wolf.

"Hold Still"

Rodolfo Parra x F!Reader

Civilian|Y/N

Warnings: Smut, Orgasm Denial, Mean!Rudy, Degradation

You struggled and squirmed as he held the vibrator to you, your wrists restrained above your head by his belt.

He denied your orgasm yet again pulling it away from you just as you got so close and he fucking smiled at you as he did so, a glint in his eyes that he only ever got in the bedroom.

"Rudy- Rudy please I'm sorry I..."

"I told you to hold still, tesoro."

He practically purred out the term of endearment, the tone sickeningly sweet as he punished you over and over.

"Couldn't keep your hands to yourself while I was busy today could you? So so needy? Walking around in nothing but underwear and a t-shirt just to mess with me."

"Rudy-"

"Shhh... I'm just giving my little slut exactly what she was hoping for. My undivided attention."

Your jaw clenched shut as he pressed the vibrator to you again, trying so hard to just hold still like he asked because otherwise you would be edged yet again.

Who knows how long this game could go on for.

He loves making you squirm and yet is punishing you for it, aiming to make you as desperate as possible.

What a sweet yet wicked man.

{Sorry it's a bit short.}

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smutstationchoochoo · 1 year

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Desperate

COD Men x FemReader

Hear me out: a sex pollen fic where reader isn’t affected but he is and he is gone.

Word count: ~3.6k

A/N: It’s just the poorly written sex pollen drabble of my dreams, it’s fuck or die lads. Insert your favorite COD man here. Please forgive me for any spelling/grammar mistakes and my complete lack of knowledge regarding military things, all I know is that these men are hot and I love them.

Warnings: sex pollen, unprotected PIV (wrap it up), overstimulation, dubious consent (consent is sexy folks)

Banner credit: @cafekitsune

You all had been briefed at 0200. The flight to Berlin left at 0300 where the team would be infiltrating a terrorist hideout, a suspected manufacturing site for a new chemical agent. You were told that as long as you didn’t ingest it, you would be fine.

The fact that it had been made airborne was not in the fucking briefing.

The team had been split into pairs, you and he took the North side of the suspected warehouse. The size of it should have tipped you all off. Everything was running smoothly until 3 combatants had come from the door at the end of the corridor. He called for cover and ran ahead. You dropped two before he even got a stride in. The other he disarmed in seconds and then with a deafening crack, both men slammed through a door and into the resulting room. A brief struggle then silence. You heard him start to call the ok, his voice in the comm sounding clearer than earlier, then a noise, a pop, and the sound of air. You froze, watching a gas spill from the open door and dissipate immediately. Just when you started moving again, a growling, “Don’t,” tore through the comm. Then, the sound of ripping Velcro and something hard (his helmet you realized with a sickening drop) hitting the concrete floor echoed out to you. Soft murmurs that grew into angry outbursts of fuck fuck fuck transformed into one that became a groan of what sounded like complete and utter pain. You didn’t even have to think, the severity of the situation settled in. “It’s a gas,” you barked into the comms, “Northside hit, need medevac in 30, going dark.” You waited for confirmation, seconds after getting it and receiving news that the warehouse was almost cleared, you went to find him.

You knew what it did, you all did. Jokes had been made, smirks shared, but you all knew how bad it was. You weren’t even close to prepared. He was sitting against the far wall or rather pressed into it using it to keep his now shaking frame upright, gear strewn around the room, combatant on your immediate left with a mask (his mask, the masks you all were wearing just in fucking case) gripped in a dead hand, an empty canister mockingly sitting in the middle of the room.

You gripped the combatant by his legs and dragged him to the hall, before slamming the door shut upon reentry and grabbing a near chair to jam the door. You immediately began stripping yourself of your outer tactical gear until you both matched in only your boots, pants, and base shirts and then you turned your attention to him. Now kneeling by his side you took him in, looking for any other injuries noting nothing serious. That almost made you laugh with relief until you saw the front of his pants and him frantically palming the growing outline. You swallowed and quickly looked at his face shocked back to the reality of the current situation. The usually stoic, always larger than life, incredibly strong man in front of you was reduced to tears dripping from his now blown and hazy eyes, falling down flushed cheeks and landing on the front of his shirt that clung to his hyperventilating chest. You knew he had been shot, stabbed often, and left for dead a time or two, but this…

Shiny and new neurotoxin, you remembered the brief, attacks the nervous system, causing the mark to feel intense arousal and as if they have been lit on fire, specially formulated not only to cause pain but a complete and utter breakdown of will as victims often experience hallucinations and loss of self. If left in the system, it raises the core temperature until convulsions set in, and then heart attack occurs. Do not touch it.

No one had to ask how it was worked out of the system. Then again, they all believed they were too smart to touch the shit. Couldn’t do much about breathing it in when your mask was ripped from your face though.

Your hand pressed to his slick forehead now radiating heat, and feeling as if it could burn you like an open flame. At the touch of your blessedly cool hand, he hissed a low fuck through his gritted teeth, keening into your touch. You swallowed, hand tilting his cheek to look up at you when you asked, “Can I help?” His hair was sticking up at all angles from the helmet being hastily pulled from his head, and he looked up at you and gave one weak nod, “Please.”

Upon looking at the desperation pooling in those dark eyes (those eyes you often were caught staring at) any small reservations evaporated from your body under his burning gaze. You swiftly reached out, mercifully helping him escape from the now too-tight pants, the bite of his zipper. The moment your skin brushed against the head of him he was bucking up against it. You had to reach the other hand out to steady yourself against his shoulder, another touch that jutted his hips and had him twitching into your grip.

“Is- is this helping?” you croaked out, struggling to swallow, struggling to contain the wave of arousal that was threatening to course through you. He nodded, chin slack against his chest as he watched your hand work against him, moving up and down against the veins seemingly trying to break through his skin. No thoughts went through his mind other than the knowledge that you were jerking him off and that it felt so good that he could cry in relief. But then something shuddered within him, something loud and fast like a wildfire, burning just as much, and hot thick ropes of cum spilled over your hand. He couldn’t even cry out, it happened so fast. His breath was coming out in loud pants, when a new thought, the thought that he had just come in maybe thirty seconds flashed through his mind but it was quickly replaced with the horrible realization that the feeling of being on fire wasn’t going away. It was getting worse, out of control, containment measures failed. At this, he let out a sob as his hips moved of their own volition into your still soothing grip. It wasn’t enough, he knew, you knew, it wasn’t enough.

You stood, and he whimpered at the loss of your touch but all sound stopped in his throat when he watched you decisively unzip your pants and pull them down to your ankles underwear included, kicking off a boot, and one pant leg. When you straddled his lap he desperately pulled you down onto him, your exposed core grinding down where he wanted you, where he fucking needed you, that’s when he began to talk. Begging you to help him, saying that he’s sorry over and over, that he needs your help, incoherent babbling from a breaking mind, please it hurts so bad, I-I don’t, I can’t- fuck, I need you... All cool, calm, collectedness burnt to fucking ash. Just a man reduced to pure longing and want. A longing and want that might be what was threatening to kill him, not the toxin, just the build up over the days, weeks, months he had been around you threatening to crush him. He almost wants to die, this was never how it was supposed to be. He wanted it to be good for you, you deserve that, you deserve better, he could have given you better-

But now what was he? A heaving chest under a sweat soaked shirt beneath eyes that watch you like some feral animal. Hands wanting to claw at the clothing now so heavy, hot, and itchy against his burning skin, but instead were gripping onto your hips like it’s going to save him from burning to a crisp. The broken moans tearing their way from his throat when you line up his painfully hard cock to your entrance makes you throb, and then his choking cry as you slide down on him punches the air from your chest.

“Does this feel ok?” you panted out after a moment, struggling, trying not to drown in the pleasure of him stretching you, filling you. He couldn’t form the words, couldn’t even nod. His forehead falling to your shoulder in utter relief, mouth dropped open as he repeats your name over and over like an apology, a thanks, a goddamned prayer. How all he can do is sit there on the floor of some warehouse, back against a wall, the only thing resembling his usual strength is that ironclad hold he has on your hips as he helps you drag yourself up, then, accompanied by the tortuously obscene sounds of your wetness, back down. Brokenly pleading with you not to stop, don’t stop, fuck p-please don’t stop. You feel like molten heaven against his cock, your moans like angels (or devils, he’s too far gone to care at this point) singing through the blood rushing in his ears. One of your hands again steadies yourself on his shoulder, the other steadying him, an anchor point, with your achingly gentle hold on the nape of his damp neck (so gentle that it breaks his fucking heart, he wanted to give you more, you deserved more) as you ride him. Your hips rock once more, twice more, before his body seizes up with electricity that ricochets up his spinal cord and reverberates through his skull. His fingers dig into the soft skin of your hips, teeth grinding and eyes slamming shut, as he releases inside of you with a shattered cry. The sound of you gasping, now clutching, raking your fingers into him, has his hips continuing their rutting up into you, pushing his cum as deep as he can within your walls.

He stills for 10 seconds at most, panting breaths thunderous between you two, before pulling you into his chest, his hips slamming up into you, hard and hot as if he didn’t just fuck you until he could see every neuron firing behind his eyes. His hot open mouth finds your shocked one in a perfectly surprised “o,” more apologies pushing from his lungs and into yours between loud wet kisses as he listens (is blessed with thank you God) to you beginning to come apart. You couldn’t help it, as you ground down into his thrusts, even though you knew the threatening climax was going to be terrifying. Your breathing was ragged now as well, the air becoming harder and harder to drag into your lungs in between you cursing and moaning, and then- fucking hell- you’re at the precipice. Before you can even utter a syllable you are being flung over the edge. The pleasure rips through you, waves breaking against the rocky shore, with such intensity that it hurts, causing you to dig your nails into his skin, and bright spots to dance behind your closed eyes while the distant feeling of wetness registers from between you two. He explodes again with a gasp, feels you clench around him like a vice, his name, his real name, forcing its way from inside you and into his mouth with every pulse and it tastes so so good that he can’t stop, he never wants to stop, just filling you up until it drips from you, filling you with him because you’re his, his. Even when you both whimper and shudder with overstimulation, his arms shaking in their grip around you, he can only press his forehead to yours, rolling it desperately, as he begs for your forgiveness. I can’t stop, it won’t stop, I’ll make it good, please next time I’ll make it good.

“It is good,” you whisper to him with hitched breath from each thrust, trying to reassure him, “It’s ok, it’s ok.” You don’t know if he can hear you, his eyes are wild and don’t seem to even register that you are actually on top of him, that he’s inside of you, that he has made you yell out his name over and over and over. You don’t think he even knows what he is saying. Next time.

His own voice comes to him from somewhere far away, through the flames licking at his mind, please- fuckin’ hell please, just a little more- I just need one more, I need you, please don’t stop, I don’t want to stop nearly unrecognizable as he comes inside you again and again and again.

It isn’t until the medevac came and he was sedated that what just happened began to sink in. For a week, a fucking week, he’s in critical condition. No one talks about it, at least not in the way you all did before this. You saved him, you’re told. You don’t want to think about it, if you think about it then you think about how good it felt, how fucked it is that it felt good, and how everything is gone. If you think about all he said, you’d overthink, give meaning where there was none. He probably won’t be able to look at you anymore. You went to see him that first day. You sat next to him for mere minutes before bolting, the fear of him waking up and looking at you with disgust, telling you to get out in that icy voice you knew so well, sent you running straight to the mats to train until you wanted to scream. That’s all you did now, and that was where you decided you would stay until you died. That is until someone came and found you, told you he was awake, and that he had asked for you. The whole walk to the infirmary had adrenaline coursing through you, you wanted to run, to fight, to freeze right there in the hall and never move another fucking muscle. The thought of losing him, him being there but not wanting to be near you anymore made you feel sick. It had been so long, so long of repressing those feelings that flared in your chest when he smiled at you during sparring, the feeling of him seated next to you on a flight, his eyes catching yours just so you could stay with him. Well, you thought with dripping ire, that had literally and figuratively been fucked now hadn’t it?

You knocked, heard his gruff voice, and entered. You stopped dead in your tracks three steps into the room after mistakenly looking up and finding him staring at you from where he sat on the edge of the bed, already dressed, looking like he was about to head out on another call. You were desperately trying not to shake but your hands gave you away. You could take on a man twice your size without batting an eye but this?- you were terrified.

The moment you walked into the room, all his time that morning when he first woke thinking about what he would say to you, how he could face you, was knocked from his mind. You had saved his life. He never wanted that. He wanted to give it to you, it was yours after all. He didn’t know when it had become yours, every single part of him, but if he had to wager a guess it was the moment he found you in his life. And it might all be ruined.

The memories had started coming to him immediately after waking up, almost more clear and real now than in the moment. It jolted him awake so hard that the attending ran into the room for fear that his hammering heart had in fact given out. Once his breathing had calmed a little, he tried to sift through the fog. His recall of the smell of you, the arousal dripping from between your legs, mixed with your sweat and the familiar scent of your grapefruit and ginger shampoo, nearly pulled a groan from his chest. The soft touch of your hands, cool and strong against the fire that spread through his blood, had brought him back. The feeling of you breaking, the soft whines, the way you said his name… the things he had said, he couldn’t just shut the fuck up could he?

He had to bring his hands up to cover his eyes, willing the images to go away, just for a moment, please, he just needed some time, if only he had time- next time. Next time, he had told you. A desperate promise, a reassurance, trying to tell you that it wasn’t just the chemical coursing through him, it wasn’t just his hijacked nervous system. Did she know? Did she understand? That’s when he asked for you, without thinking, just wanting to see you, to explain. He had never been good with words unless it was biting sarcasm across comms or coolly delivering ultimatums in an interrogation. Then he remembered, the thing that sent his heart barreling through his chest for the second time, the machine next to him screaming. It is good, you had said, it’s ok, it’s ok, you had whispered.

He ripped the monitors off his chest, ignoring the doctor's protestations, found the clothes that had been brought in for him and got dressed. Now that you were standing here before him he was unsure. You looked scared, and he could count on one hand all the times he had seen you in such a state.

His staring was unnerving, more unnerving than if he had shouted, yelled, grabbed you, anything but this, this was fucking torture. You had to leave, just get off base, go somewhere, anywhere but here- the sudden sound of your name shook you from the reverie. The tone had your eyes finding his immediately.

He stayed seated, scared that if he stood, if he made his way to you, you would run, and you both knew that you were much quicker than him. If you ran, if you left, he would never catch up. Only when his knuckles began to ache did he realize how tightly he was gripping the edge of the mattress in an effort to keep himself there. It was hard to look at you and not remember the way you had looked when you pressed your hand to his forehead, when you had thrown your head back in pleasure, when you had grabbed his face when he was too exhausted to continue but thankfully no longer felt like he was burning alive. It was hard to remember and not stride across the room and hold you. He took a breath and forced his shoulders to relax in a way that he had done so many times before.

“I-,” he started, his voice cutting through the room, his normal voice, the one you recognized as him and it set you slightly at ease from sheer familiarity, “I’m so sorry.” Now he had to turn his eyes downcast.

“What?” Your response, the shock in your voice, forced him to look at you again. Your hands itched at your sides, confusion rippling across your face.

His eyes narrowed, he knew you so well. Always blaming yourself. “I’m sorry,” he repeated, “I’m sorry that happened, I’m sorry you were put in that position,” the word choice made him nearly cringe. He continued, “I never-I didn’t want it to happen that way.”

Your brain jolted, standing there in shocked silence, his words thundering through your ears accompanied by the pleading of next time.

He pressed on, desperately trying, “I know you, you’re going to think this was your fault. It wasn’t. There was nothing either of us could do, thank you for your, uh, help. Just- fuck, please just say some-,”

Shock still swept through you, the words escaped your mouth before you could think, “Did you mean it?” You figured by the way he leaned back that he knew what you were talking about. Then he held out a hand, palm up, an offering. Before you knew it, you had crossed the room, putting your hand in his and letting it gently pull you between his legs. His giant frame meant even sitting on the gurney that his gaze was level with yours, and those eyes searched your own when one word sounded through the room.

“Yes.”

This word broke you. One fucking word, one word that answered every glance between you two, every smile shared, a word you brokenly whispered into the night when you had a hand between your legs thinking about him knowing you shouldn’t. You hadn’t cried all week, but now the giant tears rolling down your cheeks felt like a release. When his free hand, warm and rough, swiped them away you couldn’t help leaning into it, just as he had done. All tension, all fear, dissipated from the room. That hand continued to just below your ear, cupping your neck, and gently pulling you forward to press his head against yours, eyes shutting, just resting there against each other in the moment.

“What the fuck are we gonna do?” you sighed.

You could feel the smirk that you knew was slipping across his mouth.

“Well, I did say next time.”

This time when you rode him with the small bed creaking beneath the movements, he stopped you any time you tried to speed up (it was your turn to beg and plead), keeping you at a languid torturous pace. That way the bastard had all the time in the world to whisper into your mouth, letting you taste each word, all the things he would do to you next time and all the times after that.

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isabella-kr · 2 years

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Hi~ hope you are alright!

Could you do a female!reader that cooks as a hobby and is always leaving little gifts for the boys? Maybe she discovers that Ghost likes strawberry cakes and she leaves a bento strawberry cake for him? (could you do platonic and for all the 141?)

Thank you!!! I hope I'm not annoying lol

What an adorable request 😭 you’re not annoying, dw!! I love when people send me asks <33

Sweet like Sugar

Synopsis: Everyone deserves a sweet treat every once in a while, and with her incredible baking skills, she would assure they would have theirs

Pairing: Taskforce 141, Los Vaqueros, Valeria, Gromsko & König x Platonic!Female!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Mention of low blood sugars, being mentally and physically drained

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Intro

Having baking as a hobby often proved difficult on base, so whenever she got the chance to put her skills to use, she made sure she gave it her all

She would make all sorts of sweet treats - from cakes and pies, to cupcakes and cookies.

Baking for one wasn’t as fun, however, and so she always made sure to make something yummy for some of her favourite people

Even if they hadn’t requested anything, she always kept them in mind

John Price

He was finishing paperwork when she knocked on his door

With a stern ‘come in,’ he placed the pen down on the desk, sending her a small smile when she tiptoes towards him

In her hands, she held a see-through container with a row of blueberry muffins already waiting for him

“What’s this?”

“This is for you!” She grinned, “Thought you might use some sugar. Give you some energy whilst you’re busy with work.”

He hummed, taking the container from her hands and swiftly pulling one of the muffins

The sweet smell immediately enveloped him like a warm blanket, making him smile as he took his first bite

“This is delicious,” he complemented, not wasting any taking another bite, “thank you.”

She grinned from ear to ear, happiness practically radiating off of her as she took a step back

“If you’d like some more, let me know!” She cheered, pulling the door closed as she left him to enjoy the sweet treat

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

She’s seen him eyeing them before, when they passed a bakery on a covert mission

Strawberry cakes. One wouldn’t expect the infamous ghost to have a weakness for the red fruit, but it was a welcome surprise

Upon their return, one of the first things she’s done - after all the paperwork, of course - was head to the kitchen and bake them for him

He deserved them, really. He deserved to have a little break; to sweeten up his pain-filled life

She only hoped they were to his liking

Knocking on the door to his room, she patiently waited for him to open up

She already had the bento held out once the door was opened, and although his face was hidden by his mask, his eyes were expressive enough for her to see what he was thinking

Confusion

“I saw you ogling them back out there,” she began, “So I made you some!”

She held out the door closer towards him, and watched as he hesitantly took it from her

“I hope you like them…”

He stared at the treats for a few seconds, his eyes visibly softening at the sweet gesture

“Thank you,” he said after a short while, to which she replied with a simple smile

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish

Soap was always busy. always moving. Whether it was at the gym, a sparring session, or preparing for an upcoming mission

He was always on the move. And knowing him, he did not take the time to take much care of his body’s needs

His blood sugars were low, she was quick to notice after he once again secretly complained about his dizziness, uncontrollable sweating and shaky hands

She could only shake head head and tell him, for what felt like a millionth time, he needed to take better care of himself

She doubted he’d listen, but she also knew he wouldn’t refuse a sweet treat if it was given to him

So, she decided to put her baking skills to good use

Baking him a stack of delicious cookies, she placed them in a sealed container and trotted towards his room late in the evening

He was quick to open a door, a sweet smile gracing his lips once she came into view

“There are for you,” she held the box out for him to take

He looked confused at first, taking the box with careful hands and taking a peek inside. But once he realised what goodness laid beneath the lid, he practically beamed in delight

He wasted no time taking one out and taking a great bite out of it

“Mmm!” He hummed, licking his lips as the chocolate melted on his mouth, “They’re incredible!”

She grinned in return, fully enjoying his reaction

“If you’ll want more, just let me know!”

“Believe me, I will,” he chuckled, only growing quiet to take another bite

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick

Gaz often complained about the lack of variety of desserts at lunch

So one day, she decided it was time she made him some

She wasn’t sure whether she just wanted to do something nice for a friend, or maybe she just wanted him to stop complaining for once

Whatever it was, it led her to spending an hour or two in the kitchen

When lunch rolled around, she had the sweets neatly packed in a box, which she set beside him after they settled on a table

“What’s this?” He asked curiously

She only smiled, “open it.”

The smile that pulled at his lips once he saw the muffins were a sight for sore eyes

He was eager to take one out right then and there, but what stopped when you slapped his hand away

“Lunch first.”

He rolled his eyes, but complied nonetheless, practically shoving the food in his mouth so he could finally taste the sweet goodness

And when he did, it was as though he was on cloud nine

Hums of delight rolled out his throat, and it was safe to say he did not complain that day, or the day after

Alejandro Vargas

Alejandro was a busy man

He was also a tired man, barely catching the sleep he so desperately needed

She knew she couldn’t force him to sleep, but she could help him in another way

She could sweeten his life just a little bit

It was after a hectic mission that she took her residence in the kitchen and began baking up a storm

The smell was heavenly, but before she managed to eat all the cake by herself, she packed a few slices up for the colonel and made her way to his office

A tired ‘come in,’ sounded from the inside of the room

She opened the door slowly and carefully before making her way in, and setting the box on his desk

He looked at it confused at first, but then after she gestured at it, he pulled it towards him and took a look inside

“Ah,” a smile took over his features, “You didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to,” she replied

After sealing the box, he put it to the side to enjoy later, “Thank you.”

She nodded, “If you’d like some more, there’s some in the kitchen.”

Rodolfo ‘Rudy’ Parra

Rudy was a sweet man

He usually wore a smile on his face, and always treated those around him with respect

But despite this, it was easy to see when the missions were getting the better of him

When it was becoming too much

When he was tired, both physically and mentally

After seeing him force a smile, she decided it was time someone did something nice for him

She made her way to the kitchen in record speed and, after gathering all the needed ingredients, she created her work of art

It wasn’t much. It was a simple batch of cookies that anyone could make, really

But it was the thought that counts

She made sure they were sealed properly before she made her way towards his room

He opened the door tiredly, and the smile once again had to be forced onto his face

“Here,” she handed the box over to him

He took it with a confused look, his eyes closing when the smell invaded his space

A small, yet real, smile pulled at the corners of his lips. It was a pleasant sight, and it caused her own lips to curl upwards

“Thank you,” he told her appreciatively

“I hope you enjoy them…”

“I will.”

Valeria Garza

Valeria barely ever had time for personal pleasures

The cartel kept her busy, and often put her in ridiculously dangerous situations

She barely allowed herself rest, and so, over time, the simple pleasures of life were neglected by her; forgotten

She had seen how hard she worked every single day. From early mornings to late in the night

It was a sad sight

So, she took it upon herself to brighten her day just a little bit

The muffins were soft and sweet, but not too sweet to the point your teeth would hurt after a few bites

With the carefully sealed in a container, she made her way to where she knew Valeria always went when she needed to clear her head

“Hope I’m not disturbing,” she muttered, catching her attention

She turned to you, her brows furrowing at the disturbance, but she said nothing

“I made these for you,” she simply said, handing her the sweet treats

She was hesitant to take them, her eyes analysing her as if trying to work out whether she had any ulterior motives

“You’ve just looked overworked,” she tried to explain herself, “I thought you might use something sweet to… but if you don’t want them-“

“No,” she held the box closer towards her when she reached to take it back, “Thank you.”

“Of course!” She grinned happily, smiling when she heard the container open once she was out of the drug lord’s view

Gromsko

Gromsko was a nostalgic man, and often spoke fondly of his grandmother

He told her about the many many memories he’s had of her, and oftentimes mentioned her delicious jabłecznik (it’s a Polish cake w/ apples in it & it’s absolutely delicious)

He mentioned it one too many times, because she soon got the idea to surprise him with the delicious goodness

She couldn’t be certain it would taste like his grandmother’s. In fact, she was sure it most likely didn’t, but she was eager to bring that taste of childhood back into his life

So, one day, she made him the sweet cake, and packed it neatly in a big container

He was easy to find, taking some time to relax on a bench outside one of the barracks to take in the fresh air

She sat beside him, and handed over the box with a genuine smile

“It probably doesn’t taste the same, but I hope you like it nonetheless,”

He was bewildered, and had to take a few moments to return back to reality

The smell alone was enough to send him back in time, and when a smile made its way onto his lips, she couldn’t help but mirror his expression

“Thank you,” he told her, staring fondly at the container in his hands, “thank you so much.”

König

This man has a sweet-tooth

He loved all that was sweet, often having little treats hidden away in his pockets in case he got hungry throughout the day

But there was one problem

When given a choice between two, or multiple treats, he never knew what to pick

He made it seem as though it was the most difficult decision he was ever presented with. It was hilarious, really, but it could also become frustrating for the others

So, one day, she decided to choose for him

She woke up earlier that day, and made him some sweet cupcakes she was sure he would appreciate

And when lunch came around, instead of having him stare indecisively at the row of desserts, she dragged him to a table and before he could complain, handed him the container

The excitement in his eyes was visible from miles away; certain sparkle appeared in them, causing her to let out an amused laugh

“Thank you!” He told her, his tone cheery yet serious at the same time

“No worries,” she told him, “I hope you’ll like them.”

“Oh, I definitely will!”

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obsessivelullabies · 8 months

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alejandro and rudy sharing you.

alejandro and rudy do almost everything together. they’ve been best friends since they were sixteen! their bond is unbreakable.

when they both had a crush on the same girl, it was no question about it, they’d share you. they both begin to be around you constantly, buying your food, offering to take you out.

alejandro would sling him arm around your waist, rudy would gently hold your hand. alejandro was much more protective when it came to you, rudy was much more jealous and possessive.

they stopped at nothing til you considered them your ‘boyfriends’. they wanted to treasure you. they wanted to always be around you.

they both got individual time with you two! rudy would usually invite you over and cook you dinner, then let you pick out a movie so you two could snuggle up on the couch. rudy would kiss you all over, he loved kissing your lips, face, shoulders, chest, belly, thighs, everything. everywhere.

alejandro would take you somewhere flashy, somewhere he could show you off. he adores you. he constantly wants to be touching you, rubbing your back, smacking your butt, hugging you. he’s a sucker for it.

after a few months of dating, these two would literally hunt someone down for you. they love you sooo much. you need anything? your boyfriends got it. you want anything? your boyfriends got it. you’re the perfect three.

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etclouie · 2 months

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𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 them + their opinions on hickeys

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 warnings: innuendo towards sex, mentions of giving and receiving hickeys

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 includes; john price, simon riley, kyle garrick, soap mactavish, alex keller, alejandro vargas, rodolfo parra, phillip graves, keegan russ and makarov (x fem! reader)

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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ price - i feel as if price loves them, if they’re above the collar and the 141 sees them he’ll kinda just shrug them off. sure, he wants discretion, but if see his girlfriend get happy from marking him up then he’s all for it.

seeing his girlfriend all pretty and covered in hickeys makes his day, he loves it. if he’s home from deployment when the weathers warm and he sees you in one of those pretty sundresses, he’ll be adding to the already fading hickeys across your body.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ simon - he’s 50/50 with hickeys. i feel as if it fully depends on his mood for hickeys on him, he’s either fully for them or fully against them. either way, as long as they’re hidden it’ll make his feelings for them a little better.

if we’re talking about hickeys on your body though, i feel as if it’ll be different. a shriek of possessiveness running through him at the sight of your body covered in hickeys, specifically coming back from a mission to cover you in more of them.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ soap - he loves them, both ways. he prefers giving them but isn’t opposed to receiving hickeys. anywhere he can get his mouth on you, will either end up with bite marks or hickeys. no doubt in my mind.

but with hickeys on himself, he’ll show them off. likes bragging about his girl back home, who’s just like him. both of you as eager for the other, and it never shuts him up. so with hickeys covering his neck, it worsens his reason to talk.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ gaz - i see him liking hickeys, both giving and receiving. prefers giving them, but he’s not opposed to receiving them. honestly, mutual pinning between you both gets him going, the eagerness of both of you, and the willingness to give hickeys is what he enjoys most about them.

explicitly talking about hickeys on you though, he loves the sight. if he’s had a rougher day, and comes home to your flat to see you on the couch, cuddled up and wearing one of his shirts and the hickeys are visible - he’s practically begging to give you more.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ alex - i feel like alex is also 50/50 on hickeys, but in a different way. that love he shares with his girlfriend is the key to his Intimacy, so adding hickeys into he equation makes it all the more intimate to him.

seeing both of you covered in hickeys makes his heart flutter. that joint passion and the evidence of it painted across your skins, it’s something he’ll never give up.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ alejandro - prefers giving them. don’t think he’d ever give the chance to let you give him hickeys, i think he’d allow scratches down his back more than hickeys. not that he’s against them, just honestly prefers to give them than receive them.

he gets lost in it when giving you hickeys, neck all red from his mouth. becomes hard to dicier the new hickeys from old ones because he’s so eager to give them out. anything to show you as his, he’s not opposed.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ rudy - for rudy, i believe his opinion is different. i think he’d be cautious of hurting you the first couple times, after that i feel as if he’d open up to them a little bit more but still be in his head a little.

as for you giving him hickeys, he’d reassure you that you don’t need to if you don’t want to, but would be excited if you insisted. the thought of you being excited to give him hickeys gets his blood pumping and his heart beating a little faster.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ graves - i think he’d honestly prefer receiving them than giving them. he gives off sub vibes so being marked up by his girlfriend gets him going, has him finishing prematurely almost. hickeys on his thighs are his weakness, i just know it.

on the off chance he gives you hickeys, it’ll be brief. mainly happens if you ride him, his hands on your hips ‘helping’ your movements while he kisses across your neck and down to your boobs, sucking hickeys across them and moaning at the sight of them covered in his marks.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ keegan - he’s a giver. if he hasn’t littered your skin with hickeys, has he really done his part? that’s how he sees it at least. hickeys convey that definite that he took care of you, especially hickeys across your thighs. it fuels his ego really.

on the other hand, he’s not that picky about hickeys on himself. he’ll take them if you’re willing to give them, but he won’t be miffed if he doesn’t have them. whatever makes his girl happy is enough for him.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ makarov - loves giving them. fuels this thing inside him that ‘brands’ you as his, it gets him off even more than it probably should. he adores seeing you marked up by him, and he’ll cover you in more if the original ones begin to fade.

he’s less of a fan of hickeys on himself, he’ll indulge if you’re persistent on giving him some, but he’ll keep it to only a few. if you give one above the collar where he can hide it though, he’ll fuss and complain but deep down loves it.

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fallenneziah · 10 months

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Morning Messiness

Alejandro x F!Reader x Rodolfo

Summary: Another soft morning waking up in Alejandro and Rodolfo's arms leads to lazy kisses and more.

CW: Oral (F! Receiving, M! Receiving), overstimulating, gentle sex, p in v, poly love for all, afab!, reader uses she/her, soft sex.

You always loved the thought of sleeping in. After a long mission the thought of being held between your boyfriends Alejandro and Rodolfo brought comfort. Laying under the sheets with both of them as the morning rays drifted through the curtains and warmed your back.

And today was one of those days.

After a long mission you slept in, laying in Alejandro's arms, head cradled against his chest.

It was quiet, and peaceful when you awoke. Looking up into soft brown eyes, feeling Ale running his fingers through your hair.

You smile up at him, seeing how his gaze shifted over your peacefully sleeping form to take in your morning beauty all for himself.

"Morning amor." He whispers, fingers still stroking through your hair.

"Good morning." You reply.

He hums, leaning down to capture your lips on a gentle kiss. It makes your heart flutter, sinking into his lips, wanting to never let go.

He slowly pulls away, his hand cupping your cheek and running his thumb over your cheek bone. You lean up, kissing him again, slowly pulling away for air.

The hand in your hair curls to cup your neck, pulling you ever closer to him. You kiss him a little harder, running your hand up his chest.

He hums softly, "Mm, careful love, Rodolfo is still asleep."

You sit up a bit and look back, Rodolfo was still asleep with his hand wrapped around your waist. Such an adorable sight, seeing the peace on his face. You turn back to Alejandro and kiss him again, losing yourself in his lips. Your stomach warms delightfully, stoking a fire in your chest.

"Let him rest." You mutter against his lips.

"I wasn't planning on waking him up." He smirks, pecking your lips again.

You chuckle, bringing your hand up over his shoulder to the back of his neck. He still has a few marks and cuts from the mission, you can't help but examine them.

"I'm fine amor, we all got out alive." Alejandro says it as if he can read your mind. He just knows you too well. "Both of you were amazing yesterday."

"Says you, leading us into battle without fear."

You kiss again, tongue finding his lips without real intent or purpose, but he lets you in anyway.

You shift in the bed, letting Ale roam his hands around you and explore you. You moan into his lips when his hand cups your breast, his thumb rolling over your nipple.

The kisses continue gentle and slow.

The bed behind you shifts and the arm around your waist moves, riding up your shirt and cupping your breast.

You pull away from the kisses for air and roll over a bit, your back to Rodolfo's warm chest.

"Morning love." You give him a gentle kiss, welcoming him back into the world. He hums, hand squeezing your breast, indulging the kiss.

Alejandro also leaned over, pushing you away to capture Rodolfo's lips. You giggle, pushing on Alejandro's chest to give you some air.

Rudy snuggles back into the crook of your neck, laying soft kisses along your shoulder and back.

You arch into Rudy's touch, all while Alejandro pulls you closer, unable to get enough of your lips.

Rodolfo shifts down the bed, his hands wander to your hips, leaving a trail of kisses down your spine.

He reaches your back and pulls down your shorts and the bed covers.

You hum at the sensation, shifting your hips upward so he can pull off your shorts.

Alejandro smirks into the kiss, watching Rodolfo throw your shorts aside and start to kiss up your calve. He laid deep hickeys into your thighs, making you moan into Alejandro's deepening kisses.

His tongue pressed deeper into your mouth while Rodolfo kissed up and down each of your legs. Kissing and nipping the soft skin and your scars.

He got to your core and moved up, kissing just below your belly button down to your panties.

You moaned when he teeth grabbed onto the cotton and pulled them down your legs and over your ankles.

The heat in your core grew like a fire, blush tickling your cheeks.

Alejandro fondled your breasts, pulling away from your lips to lick your nipples.

"Ale." You groan, running your fingers through his hair. He brings your breast to his mouth and sucks your nipple, tongue flicking and pressing into it, coating it in saliva.

Your fingers flex in his hair, feeling through his soft curls.

He pulls away and licks your bud once more before capturing you in a breathtaking kiss. You push into him, tongue meeting his in the kiss.

Rodolfo places a soft kiss on your inner thigh, making your adrenaline spike. Heat boils down in your stomach when he drags his fingers gently over your cunt. He rubs over your entrance and back up to your clit, pinching it between his fingers.

You moan, trying to keep it together. Rudy rubs two fingers over your entrance before pushing in, your insides molding around him. His thumb rubs up and down your cunt, making you gasp and moan.

Alejandro grinned into your kiss. "You gonna let him make you cum?" He whispers.

You nod, pulling away for air.

Rodolfo pulls away from you and rubs your cunt. He shifts on the bed and slides up Alejandro's waist. Alejandro watches Rodolfo slide up his waist and kiss his stomach.

"Amor." Ale cups Rodolfo's jaw as he places kisses along his stomach. Rudy pulled at Alejandro's boxers, pulling them down to his ankles and ripping them off.

"Not leaving me out either, hey?"

Rudy hums and kisses Alejandro's hips, taking his limp cock in his hand.

You kiss Alejandro's jaw and bring his gaze back toward you, kissing him.

Rudy jacks off Alejandro, getting him moaning and groaning. His cock grew hard, even before Rodolfo places Ale's cock in his mouth and guides it down his throat.

Alejandro gasped, groping and feeling you, his kisses growing harder and more aggressive.

He groans and you feel his cock twitch in Rudy's mouth. He pulls away to lick and suck his balls.

"Oh shit!" Alejandro gasped, pushing his head back into the pillows, "You two are killing me." He chuckles.

You smirk, "Good thing we know how to bring you back."

Rudy pulls off of Ale's cock, neglecting him and moving back to you, licking your clit and massaging your lit.

You moan, legs tensing but he keeps one of your thighs open.

Al leans over, his tongue exploring your mouth, hand cupping your breast and squeezing it, rubbing his thumb over the bud.

You run your fingers through Rodolfo's hair, arching into his touch. He sucked your clit, making you gasp and moan, Alejandro swallowing your sounds.

Rodolfo pushes a finger into your cunt, the heat and pressure building in your core.

You moan, unable to stop the sensations washing over your body.

Rodolfo drags his finger in and out of your cunt, pressing in a second finger and slowly sliding to his knuckles.

You pull away from the kiss and moan, your walls tightening around his fingers.

Rodolfo pulls back, looking up at your blissed-out expression, smiling to himself. He pulled away completely, making you whine from the loss.

Rodolfo pulls off his shirt, throwing it off the bed and pulling down his shorts, boxers coming off with them. You look up at him, Alejandro wrapping his arms around you and kissing your cheek. Rudy strokes his cock tapping it against your clit, sloppy cunt leaking onto his head.

"Do you want it, amor?" He asks.

You nod, "Yes, please, give it to me."

He hums, slowly pushing in, your cunt moulding around him as he stretches your insides. You groan, your walls tightening around him as you adjust to his size. He gently pushes in and out, fucking you slowly, his hands settling on your hips to hold you still. He inhales deeply, watching his cock sink in and out of your tight cunt.

Your eyelids are heavy and lidded, reaching down to stroke Alejandro's cock. Al groans, placing open-mouthed kisses on your neck and down your chest.

Rodolfo rolls his hips against yours, picking up the pace a little.

Alejandro groans, watching Rodolfo fuck you. You cry out when he slams into your g-spot.

You bite your lip, keeping it together. Rodolfo continues, snapping his hips into your sweet spot.

"Oh fuck!" You gasp, "Keep going."

Rodolfo chuckles, "Do you want me to make you cum?"

You nod.

He hums, "Are you close?"

"Yes." You whisper, running your hand up his stomach.

He groans, fucking into you, making you cry out and grip onto the bed sheets.

Al smiles seeing you both enjoy yourselves, stroking his cock and kissing your temple. "Look at that.." He whispers, inhaling while Rudy presses you into the bed, arching his back and watching his cock sink in and out of you, feeling your walls tighten around him.

He keeps going, pushing through the tightness and gripping your hip a little tighter. "Come on love... almost there." He whispers.

You bite your lip, rolling your hips into him, "Fuck me."

He grunts, leaning down to capture your lips, "Say that again."

"Fuck me." You beg.

"Yes ma'am."

He fucks you, rolling his hips and slamming into your sweet spot. Your toes curl as you feel the tension in your body rise to a breaking point.

His heavy cock dragging in and out, stretching your gummy walls, fingers teasing your swollen clit. Nipping at your skin, squeezing your tummy.

His cock slides in, balls pressing up against your warm skin. You both groan in pleasure when the head of his weeping cock reaches your g-spot, consistent strokes making you feel faint.

And within minutes your orgasm hits, making you moan, Alejandro's lips finding yours again as you cum on Rudy's cock.

You whimper softly, rubbing your sensitive cunt as Rudy leans up, taking your breast in his mouth. You quiver, squirming as the two advance.

Alejandro gently brings your face to his, kissing you again. "So fuckin' pretty..."

"Just relax, amor," Rudy whispers.

The soft morning affection turning into this. The desire for him to make both of you feel good and relaxed.

You pull away from the kiss, leaving Alejandro panting. He grips your hand, squeezing it and pulling you close to kiss your neck.

You tilt your head back, letting him leave soft marks on your skin.

His eyes flutter open, looking into your eyes, "Love." He whispers, reaching down to touch your cunt. His fingers roll over your clit, making you whimper softly. You roll your hips into his touch, running your hand down his stomach to his cock. Your fingers wrap around it, stroking him off and listening to his groans.

"Fuck-" Rodolfo gasps, gripping onto your thigh and digging his nails into his skin. "Shit- I'm close."

Alejandro hums, "So am I." He whispers, "Keep going."

Alejandro whines, his toes curling as his orgasm builds in his gut.

You pant, mouth falling open, hips jerking as Rudy picks up speed again, cock pulsing inside your warm, sloppy heat.

"Yeah baby, keep your hand going-"

Alejandro grunts, arching his back as he cums over his stomach, his seed shooting up to his chest.

Rudy grips your hips tight, forcing his cock inside you deep, slotting himself snuggly between your thighs, pumping seed deep into you womb.

He whines, watching you shudder and moan, feeling full and tired again.

You nuzzle your head under Alejandro's chin, his arm wrapping around your back. Rudy slowly pulls away, stroking his dripping cock after his orgasm.

"Come here, love." You whisper, opening your arm.

Rudy smiles softly, feeling you two invite him back into the cuddle pile.

He lays down beside Alejandro and lays his head on his chest. You pull the bedsheets up and over the three of you.

Rodolfo sighs softly, "I love you." He whispers.

"We love you too." You reply, closing your eyes.

The three of you bask in the sunlight and the warmth of each other.

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yawnderu · 7 months

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Who has a big cock Alejandro or Rodolfo??👀

I really love the fact that u guys ask me questions like these like I've seen them personally or something, makes me giggle every time I open my inbox, and it's very nice😭😭

To answer ur question!! I think both Rudy and Ale have big cocks!!

Alejandro has a big, long cock. Not quite as thick, but long enough to please you like no other. It's slightly curved to the left, fully circumcised and always leaking like a broken faucet.

Rudy has a thicker, longer cock, a few veins running along the shaft and making it even more intimidating. He's gentle with it, wetting the dark red tip of his cock against your slick, teasing you and preparing you to take him.<3

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luboy7rt · 5 months

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What Animal Los Vaqueros (+ Valeria) Would Randomly Bring Home To You (GN - Headcanons)

(Note: This is just what I (My headcanons), enjoy reading!)(Could be seen as Platonic, Romantic?) (GN Reader) (Alejandro, Rodolfo and Valeria)

Alejandro Vargas

- Where did Alejandro find a literal donkey? Neither of you knew, even Alejandro himself didn't know as he walks through the front door, his arms crossed as he watched the donkey peek her head into the kitchen window, pushing her face up against it to see in.

- When Alejandro spots you, his eyes open a bit wide as he bit his inner cheek, before scrambling to make an excuse. He came up with nothing and just admitted he found her while on a mission, and she was hungry and wouldn't stop chewing on Alejandro's shirt.

- Alejandro would chuckle and ask you for some help, cutting up some apples, carrots and bananas for the donkey who tried to get through the front door. Alejandro quickly ran off to ensure she didn't do that.. moving the donkey to the backyard instead.

- He's actually pretty decent at taking care of the donkey, and teased you, asking if you want to feed or ride her. He's joking, please don't ride the donkey, if you do.. He's standing right next to you, prepared to catch you or calm the donkey down so both you and the donkey will be safe.

- Alejandro's willing to find a new farm or home for the donkey if you don't like her, he would indeed tease You about it though, you don't like that cutie of a donkey? Cue the donkey trying to get through the front door, or looking through the kitchen at 3AM, when you go down for a glass of water, you just see eyes peering at you through the window, like hey... whatcha doing here?

- If you do let the donkey stay, cool. New pet, when Alejandro's home, he does care for her, feeds her every morning, brushes her, ensures she's cared for.

- (Alejandro basically just stole a donkey from someone) he shrugs and says he Just found her wandering far from any cities, and she was now his as he didn't find any owners around back then, he definitely wasn't finding one now.

- You will hear the donkey squeal or grunt throughout the night, or early in the morning, It is annoying at first, and you may never get used to It. Alejandro would get agitated after a few mornings of being back from missions and waking up to the donkey making weird noises outside because she got used to being fed whenever she was loud enough so now it became a habit.

- Alejandro would eventually get a small stall built for the donkey, makes it comfortable but also cute looking from the outside. (Also puts extra food to just attempt for the donkey to quiet down the neighbors have complained. You might be too, Alejandro is definitely grumbley about her being so loud, but puts up with it.

- Also ensures there is plenty of room for the donkey to do what she pleases.

- Alejandro once loudly screeched in the middle of the night, you scrambled out of bed when you heard it. Finding the man murmuring in Spanish, throwing insults and curses at the donkey who had her snout pressed against the window, the moon reflecting her eyes to make it ‘scary’ looking if you weren't paying attention.

If you laugh at him he would give you an unhappy half-glare, gently pushed your laughing face away from him as he shook his head, having had thought you put the donkey away in her pen earlier as it was 2AM.

If you attempt to ‘comfort’ him, he's looking away with a tiny blush on his face while laughing, pulling you close while shaking his head, he would put his hand to the window, and knock to get the donkey to go back to her stall that she somehow escaped.

If you just stayed in bed, he's thankful, at least you didn't hear that. But also, why aren't you getting up when you hear that he screeched, he doesn't know if that's a good or bad thing, a tiny bit offended.

Rodolfo 'Rudy' Parra:

- Rudy was picking you up in his car, a little squirmy as you got in the passenger seat, a little blanket on his lap, murmuring quietly to himself, a little distracted.

- If you ask what was ‘wrong’ Rudy would smile awkwardly and pull the blanket back a little bit, showing the little rabbit with one ear on his lap, the rabbit fast asleep.

- He would indeed let you hold the rabbit on your lap instead as he drives, he calls the rabbit ‘Stompy’ as the rabbit stomps around to move. He would smile at you, watching you in the passage seat at a stop sign, he would move to pat your head.. then Stompy's head then going back to driving.

- What You didn't know.. there was two more at home, waiting for you. Three baby rabbits, Stompy (who just got home from the vet due to their ear), Chirps, and Flumpy, all siblings. Rudy would give a awkward and sheepish smile while rubbing your shoulder, like a ‘Please, don't be upset with this choice I made’ look on his face.

- If you do like the rabbits, great, Rudy is happy with keeping them, he takes all responsibility when he isn't working. He smiles warmly everytime he sees them, gets a little silently giddy about the fact he was the one to save these rabbits.

- If you don't like the rabbits, he will sigh quiet, but will figure out where to rehome these rabbits, will be upset for a little while, but wouldn't take it out on you. He would still smile sadly at you, but try his best to be supportive. If you have an allergy, he feels less bad about it, and willingly brought them to a new home.

- Rudy would always place the rabbits on you, gently nudging one of rabbits snout against your cheek or your jaw with a smile, would either make a little ‘bonk’ or ‘mwah’ noise when he does.. then places a kiss on your head.

- Rudy does Make little cages for them, ones capable of being a ‘safe place’ for the rabbits, a soft little home for them in his house for then to sleep. Usually lets them ‘free’ around the house, you both could hear Stompy stomp about, always makes sure to keep an eye on the three rabbits.

- His eyes would soften every time he spots you cuddling, holding, or playing with one of the rabbits, his whole body and face relaxing as he never informs you that he is watching from the doorway, just watching quietly with a soft smile on his face.

- You would catch Rudy cutting up carrots to feed them as snacks throughout the day, quietly murmuring praise to the rabbits who followed him around, he would spot you and chuckle, looking a tad bit red as he would smile but quiet down when he was ‘caught’.

Valeria Garza:

- Valeria walks into the house confidently, smiling proudly as she holds a baby fox in her hands. Tilting her head and raising an eyebrow at you, like A silent ask I'd you were bold enough to question what she had done and where she had gotten a baby fox.

- If you don't she keeps smiling, scratching behind the baby fox’s ears, allowing you to pet him as well, but if you do ask to do so, she grabs your hand to pet the fox for you.

- Valeria illegally bought this fox, (the people who sold him have been.. dealt with as well) a beautiful little baby fox with a few small white spots on his orange fur. She held him like he was a new trophy she would bring home to you.

- If you don't like the fox, she will make a face.. Fine, perhaps she could keep the fox at her base instead of home, she will make a proper area for him, that you wouldn't be around.

- If you do like the fox, Valeria looks quite smug, humming in answer as she allows the fox to roam in the home, giving him his own little room. She would ensure his comfort, safety and also give him the best treatment no other animal would ever get.

- You often find Valeria talking on the phone with this little fox on her lap, she could go from harshly ordering people around to talking calmly as if not to scare the fox. The fox gets used to It, your hand could pet his head whilst Valeria's distracted, she would allow you to do what you please as long as you don't bring the fox outside the gated backyard.

- Valeria treats this fox like her baby, like something that is now apart of her vast collection of things she adores.

- Valeria would randomly bring the baby fox to you, placing him on your lap and telling you to go feed him or go play with him because she's busy and unable or (she just doesn't want to) do it herself. She’d make it up to you later, perhaps a favor.. you want to be done?

- If you are holding or cuddling with the little fox, Valeria would randomly walk past, booping his nose, waiting for a moment, before doing the same to you and then going back to doing what she was doing. No questions asked, none will be answered.

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soapybutt17 · 1 year

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Scary Dog Privilege

Summary: Known as not only the little sister of Colonel Alejandro Vargas and the wife of Sergeant Major Rudy Parra, you were more famous for the fact that you were more feared for your bite than your bark unlike the two boys. Characters: Rudy Parra x Wife!Reader. Alejandro Vargas Word Count: 2,441 Chapter Warnings: Profanities. Big Scary Dog Privilege. Mentions of Violence.

for @glitterypirateduck's Fall4Rudy Challenge Prompt: "Behave"

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“Behave you two.”

It was one thing to help Alex and Farah with an upcoming mission, and it was another to realize that the bastard that caused such a mess in Las Almas’ base to be alive and well who also just so happens to still be alive after everyone thought him to be dead. You had accepted that both your brother and your husband would be annoyed by the fact, but their blood was boiling further when they had realized that one Philipp Graves would also be in attendance, returning to the base that he had once tried to overthrow.

“He does anything stupid, I’ll be the first one to blow his head off.” Your husband muttered under his breath but you had heard just as much as your brother.

“Get in line, I got first dibs on the bastard.” Alejandro quipped right back, never once did he try to hide the displeasure of the news of the man’s apparent arrival in a few minutes.

“Behave.” You raised your voice, earning a silence from the two, and the more than evident appreciation from everyone in the team that had been walking on eggshells since the new of Grave’s living state. Alejandro was beside himself and your husband was not much of a help as much as you wanted him to be in placating Alejandro’s temper.

“Yes, Ma’am.” Both had muttered but your attention was glued right back to the helicopter that had just landed and had housed the very man responsible for the two’s foul mood.

“I don’t want to hear anything from either of you from now on. We already have mess with need to deal with, I don’t want this to turn into a bloody massacre if it doesn’t need to be.”

Eventually, the helicopter door had opened and the sight of Commander Farah Karim and Lieutenant Alex Keller had brought a smile on your face. It was only natural to give them a welcoming entrance to Las Almas as you couldn’t depend on the two scary menace of men behind you to do to it.

“I hope your flight here was well.” You began, shaking the pair’s hand before your eyes turned behind them and narrowed at the sight of an all too familiar man that brought all the bad memories back into the surface. “Commander Grave, it’s nice to see you again.”

“No need for the fake pleasantries, Lieutenant.” The man brushed off, a sick smirk playing on his lips. “After all, the last time I was here wasn’t much of a good experience for any of you.”

Just like that, Alejandro was at it again. Spewing curse upon curse at the man in Spanish with Rudy holding him back. You had to rub your temple in annoyance, you had given both Farah and Alex an apologetic look to which both had sympathized over. They both understood the history the man had in Las Almas, but they had no other choice and Graves was the only person fit for the job—as much as you all hated it.

“Behave!” You screamed and two had finally halted and apologized to you and to your two guest.

“Keep your dogs in line, and we will not have much of a problem, Lieutenant.”

Something ticked at the statement and you found yourself pulling your gun out and pointing it towards Graves. You ignored the protest from everyone as you approached the bastard and digging the gun right through his chest, unafraid to pull the trigger if he says anything else.

“Keep that fucking mouth of your shut, Graves.” You spat. “You don’t need to worry about my husband or my brother, cause the moment I find out you’re fucking with us all over again, I’ll be the one to put a bullet through your skull.”

Put the fear of God in the man’s eyes you slowly backed away, immediately, being pushed behind your husband that now becoming calmer and ready to continue on with the discussion that was bound to happen between all six of you.

“Behave, Amor.” Rudy whispered turning behind to look at you with irony.

It seems the Vargas temper was still running strong through your veins. With a deep breath, you finally put your gun back to the holster and waited for the man to say anything else that would give you the privilege to shoot him point blank.

You said nothing now, allowing your brother to pull his head up on his ass and initiate in taking the three visitors into the heart of the base. He had also made sure to make Graves well aware of the fixes they had all done after the damage he had made to the base during the takeover.

You were left with your husband who now had his arm around your shoulder.

“So much for making the two of us behave.” He teased.

“No one calls my boys dogs.” You muttered, after everything you had all been through to make Las Almas safe again from the Cartel, you would kill anyone that would think of anyone as mere dogs. “I’ll kill anyone that hurts you or my brother without hesitation.”

“Cálmate, mi amor.” He chuckled, now pulling you into his chest, his arms wrapped around your waist as you took his scent in. “You mean the world to us and we will do anything and everything to keep you safe, not the other way around.”

“You and Alejandro will hesitate, but I fucking won’t. If that gringo had tried to say anything else I would shoot and ask questions later.” You muttered, chin resting on his sternum, you looked into his eyes, even in the seriousness of your tone, the smile was all too plastered on his handsome face. “I will not hesitate you know. I could still do that right now.”

As you made a plan to step away from his hold, he held you tighter.

“No need for bloodshed just yet. When this mission is over and things get out of hand again because of him, I’ll let you skip the line and shot him first.”

You grinned satisfied with your husband’s compromise.

“This is why I love you.”

“This is why I’m sometimes scared of you.” He muttered under his breath.

“What was that?”

“Nothing, Mi Amor. Let’s get back inside and see what Alejandro is up to.”

“Small but terrible that sister of yours.” Grave believed that he still had the right for small talk as all four of them had walked the corridors.

“I’d be more worried about her than any of us, Gringo. She’s like a rabid dog to people like you.”

“What was that, Colonel?”

Graves had watched the Colonel tense at the sound of your voice. Even he was worried as he turned to have a look at you, the all too demented grin on your lips, waiting for him to fuck up. But even more dangerous was the unfazed smile on Rudy’s face as he had his arm around your shoulder—a metaphorical leash to keep you at bay.

Why the fuck was he back here in Las Almas of all places again?

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blingblong55 · 1 year

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Yours- Rodolfo, Alejandro, Philip NSFW

Based on a request:

absolutely obsessed with your writing! It's beautiful Feel free to ignore this ask, I just felt like sharing So F reader and the cod men (Alejandro, Rudy, Graves) it turns to something more 👀 It can be separate or all together

A/N: Went off on this one, sorry

F!Reader, smut, MDNI, 18+, foursome, f!ngering, unprotected!sex, enemy!reader, CNC?, anal!sex, blowjob, rough!sex, masochist!reader, degrading, spit roast, some aftercare, some praise

"Why don't you tell us," Graves tries to convince you. You sit there, arms tied behind your back, the three men who once were enemies now finding you as their common one. Rudy approaches you, cups your face and smirks, "If you don't tell us, we'll have other means to get the information." But you don't budge, no matter how bad they need the codes, you won't betray your own team. Alejandro chuckles and the two other men nod at the other.

You couldn't deny it, the way they looked at you, how their eyes undressed you, how in their minds they already had you drunk off their cum and begging for more, you wanted what they needed. Rudy looks at you, "Do you really want it that way?" It was as if he could read your mind, the dark twisted side of you that wanted to be treated like a whore and slapped around as they all fucked into you. Your aching pussy, clenching around their thick cocks, cum leaking from all of your holes, being greedy and asking for more.

"It's the only way you'll get them from me." you tease. Graves' knife cuts through the fabric of your shirt, leaving Rudy to take it off, the three men watch as their fuck toy watches them with desire. Alejandro, with one movement, removes your bra, making your tits move, earning a now visible boner from Rudy. "Alright, Vaqueros, let's show her how much we need those codes." Graves said as his hand rubbed his boner, owning a groan from his mouth. Alejandro kisses your neck, and he begins to grope you.

You can't stop it, not when you want it. Graves undoes your trousers, Rudy pulls them down to your knees, gives Alejandro a nod and gently reaches for your soaked knickers. You squirm but that only earns a slap from Graves. "You stay still like the bitch you are." His voice was smooth but filled with anger. You look up, Alejandro and Graves with a grin stare at you, Rudy already beginning to finger you, his thick fingers making you moan. Graves make sure your gaze stays on them. Soon, both men kiss your neck, one pulling onto your hair to give them better access to your sensitive skin. Bite marks and hickeys begin to show, just the show these horny men needed. A little sex slave.

Rudy parts your legs and begins to lick your inner thighs, his fingers still fucking into your cunt. Graves forces your mouth open and spits in your mouth, he then makes Alejandro spit in your mouth and they force you to swallow it. Between moans and pants, you beg for more, earning a slap from Alejandro. "You take what we fucking give you," he slaps you again, Graves spits on your face and spreads it all over your face with his palm. Your face is red from the slaps. Rudy looks up, a smirk on his face as he asks, "Give me the first number for the code, mi niña." You try to speak but three fingers go inside of you, your eyes shut and you moan, your walls clench around him. "F-fuck.,..its..f-four" you mewl and throw your head back.

He chuckles and stops fingering you, which causes you to whine and move your hips. "More...more" you whine and moan. "Didn't you hear, you take what we fuckin' give you?" Graves slaps you again. They immediately get you off the chair and get you on all fours, "Look up for me, Chula." Alejandro commands and you do so. "Another number?" Rudy asks and you close your eyes as you feel Graves tease the tip of his cock on your wet cunt. "S-...six." You say and it earns a slow kiss from Rudy. He then moves away and sits on the side as he watches his two friends fuck you dumb. Alejandro makes you spit on his thick cock and then begins to fuck your throat.

You gag on it, your drool leaking out of your mouth. Rudy stroking his hard cock, watching from the best view in the room. Graves begins to fuck into your tight pussy, your slick making it easier for him to slide deeper into you. His hands on your hips, an occasional slap on your ass, his calloused hands never being gentle on you. Alejandro grabbing your face, fucking your throat raw, leaving you gasping for air each time. Meanwhile, Rudy takes a picture of this moment, making sure he sends this to the other two men in the room. He chuckles and then walks to you, his cock in your hand as your stroke it. Your cheeks are red as Alejandro gives it a few slaps. Your back is covered in spit, Graves ramming himself to you, his balls hitting you in the right places. Your moans and whimpers are muffled by the drool and pre-cum from Vargas.

You gag once more as the cum from Alejandro fills your greedy mouth, his sticky seed leaking out of your mouth, his tip sensitive but he keeps rubbing it. Once he finds the perfect opportunity, Rudy sticks his cock inside your mouth, your throat ached but you didn't want to stop it. Graves continues thrusting into you. Anytime you gagged or clenched on either of the men, you made the room fill with groans and moans. Graves continues to fuck into your tight cunt, and soon your walls are painted white with his seed, he grips onto you, fingers digging into your hips, and he gives you some final and slow thrusts, earning moans and groans from Rudy. He was too overstimulated by the view and came too quick.

Alejandro takes a seat on the chair, he guides your cum drunk body towards him, his dick pressed against your ass, splitting you open. You couldn't make up many words but the sensations were good. Your pleasure was not important to them but theirs was. Graves wanted to fuck your throat like the other men did, so as you sat on Alejandro's dick, his tip was teased by your tongue. Rudy fingers your clit and then with you guiding him, his cock begins to slowly fuck your cunt.

Your tight ass made it a perfect place for Alejandro to cum, his hands on your hips, guiding you as you continued to get fucked senseless by the other men. You moan and cry in pleasure. Your tears ran down, Graves being a desperate man, he slaps you. "You better give us those codes, you fucking bitch."

Rudy kissed your cheeks, Graves dick makes a bulge on your face, and you stare at Rudy with pleading eyes. He cleans your tears and kisses your forehead. Your nails dig at Alejandro's thighs. You in that instant had your orgasm. Your moans and cries are all muffled by slaps and drool. Cum leaks from all of you as the men continue fucking into you. Your back arching and legs shaking.

Once they all paint your walls and mouth white, they let you lay back. Alejandro stroking your hair, Rudy cleaning the mess between your thighs, which you squirm a lot from. Graves leaves kisses on your face, "Now, give us those codes, pretty girl." His hands caress your face, and Rudy massages your thighs.

Soon Graves and Alejandro leave the room, leaving you to Rudy. You laid your head on his lap, he stroked your hair and kissed your cheek. "Please, mi niña, please give me those codes." He grabbed your hand and from your fingers to your shoulder he kissed you. "You took all three of us so well, I'm sure if you give us those codes you'll get more." He murmurs and smiles softly. "They are in the...pocket of my trousers," you whisper back, to which he gives you a lukewarm bottle of water. "Here, please don't talk much, don't want you to loose that pretty voice of yours." He keeps stroking your hair as you lay there.

A/N: My head is too fucked to write a good ending...

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sofasoap · 1 year

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Love at first sight

Pairing: Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra x F!reader ( aka Mini MacTavish)

Summary: Has spring finally came for Rudy? Part I, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5,Part 6,Epilogue

Warning: none apart from Scottish swear words? T-M rating.

Rudy's turn to get some Mini love!!! :) like Gaz, he is sooooo underrated.

My usual thanking @saltofmercury, mother of Mini, for lending me the character :) Please go and check out her fics!

“masterlist” for Mini MacTavish expanded verse.

Sergeant Major Rodolfo Parra thinks he is in love as soon as his eyes land on you.

You look so out of place, a beauty that doesn’t belong in this chaos and bloodshed. Your charming smile as you introduce yourself to the head of the medical team, the little frown as you concentrate and take in whatever information they were updating you.

The cute quizzical look and tilt of your head, repeating whatever words the soldier was trying to tell you.

Your face was beaming with joy as soon as you saw the Task Force 141 men exiting the helicopter, you must be close with them, he thought. Running straight to the men and greeting each of them with a hug, his heart dropped when he saw the special greeting you gave to Sergeant Soap. Lifting you up with a bear hug, Soap laughed and gave you kisses on the cheek as you hit his shoulder playfully. Disappointment hit hard. You belong to Soap, he realised. You have already been spoken for.

“... Rudy… Rudy, are you listening??” Alejandro’s question brought his attention back. “Sorry brother, I was distracted.”

Alejandro gave Rudy a pointed look. “It’s unlike you being distracted so easily.” He followed Rudy’s sight as he subconsciously turned his attention back to you again. Raising his eyebrow when he realise who Rudy was admiring,

“Ah, I see you have spotted Task Force 141’s new medic. Dr. MacTavish!” Alejandro called out to you. OH gosh, you and Soap are married too? Rudy felt even more ashamed lusting over his fellow brother in arm’s wife.

“Colonel Vargas.” You nodded your head after jogging over to greet the man.

“Doctor. Long time no see. I hope you are well.” Turn to slap Rudy on the back, pushing him forward, “May I introduce you to my second in command, Sergeant Major Rodolfo Parra. He was away on a mission last time when you arrived last.” Alejandro flashed Rudy a scheming smile as he introduced him.

Rudy was confused. Why is Alejandro encouraging him? Extending his hand to you while mumbling a greeting. You held out your hand to return the shake with a shy smile as you gave out your name.

“Just call me Mini. Dr MacTavish sounds stiff and stuffy. Plus,” pointing with your thumb, towards the Task force 141 men, “I feel like I already know you. My brother and the boys told me stories of your bravery trying to break Colonel out of captivity.”

Brother? You are sister to one of the men? Clogs turning in his brain. Can’t be Ghost, his family all died. Price? More like father and daughter.. Gaz… maybe? That leaves….

“Sergeant Soap is your brother?” The lightbulb suddenly lit.

Grinning wide, “Luckily we don’t look alike eh? I am obviously the better looking one. That bampot is indeed my brother." Oh, you have a quirky sense of humour too. He likes that. “ I CAN HEAR YOU CALLING ME NAME HERE MINI!!” Soap yelled.

“Haud yer wheesht Johnny!!” You retorted. Ok. Now he can definitely hear the resemblance.

“Anyway, nice to meet you Sergeant Major. I am sure we will see each other more in the future.” Giving him a wave, you turned back to join the 141 men.

“So, going to ask her for the number?”

“ I don’t know what you are talking about.” Rudy turns his head, blushing.

Alejandro shakes his head. It’s going to be a long road ahead.

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konigsblog · 1 year

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༉‧₊˚. TEASING COD CHARACTERS...

CHARACTERS: 141 + los vaqueros, könig & horangi, graves, valeria, russell alder & frank woods, keegan russ.

WARNINGS: punishments, burning with a cigar, slapping, smut obvs. (female anatomy, female reader)

GHOST scoffs at your audacity, quickly putting you in your place with a few filthy words. your hands running up his thigh, palming his stiff cock over his boxers before you're pushed to your knees and his thick, muscular thighs are caging your head against the wall. shoving his lengthy dick down your throat till you're gasping and banging on his broad hips for a break, voice raspy and strained.

PRICE doesn't take it very well, not at all, infact. you'd been all desperate and needy for his length, begging him to allow you to suck him off nicely in the middle of a debriefing. his head supporting the crown of your head and his meaty, girthy cock stuffed into your mouth, leaving him drooling as the debriefing ended before you're pushed over the table and your pretty, slick panties are down at your knees. fucked you ruthlessly for hours until you were apologising profusely and whining for him to gentle.

SOAP finds it funny. you're bratty, whiney attitude replaced with obedience as he spreads your legs apart and cuts your panties off with a sharpened knife. his tongue dragging up your sensitive slit before curling inside your hole, flicking at your wet clit till your gasping for him to eat you out. but, do you really deserve it? perhaps, you show show him how desperate you really are by rubbing your cunt against his military boots...

GAZ is the type to tease you back. refusing and denying his orgasm after sucking him off, lips wrapped tightly around his shaft and sucking up before pulling off with a ‘pop'. soon, you're pushed up against the shower wall with his leaky tip swirling around your wet hole, easing inside your asshole and making you squirm from the texture of each vein lugging against your soft, gummy walls. you're a panting, sticky mess, plugging your pretty pussy with your fingers as he ruins your tight asshole, cumming deep inside and pulling multiple orgasms out of you before leaving you a trembling, wet and horny mess; desperate for just one more orgasm. :(

ALEJANDRO chuckles lowly, the deep sound emitting from his chest as he backs you up against the concrete wall outside the bar you'd two just visited with a few friends. you'd been giving him lustful eyes, making him hard, dick straining inside his boxers as he groans deeply under his breath. you nuzzle your head against his clothed crotch, on your knees, your tongue lapping over his bulge. alejandro might just have to throat fuck you for being such a filthy whore, treat you like the dirty girl you are through a sloppy blowjob, eyelids heavy and lips swollen and puffy from taking every single inch he had to offer your poor mouth.

RUDY almost felt cruel whilst punishing you; seeing you a dirty, sticky and desperate mess bent over his thighs made him feel horrible, yet he couldn't help how his cock twitched inside his boxer briefs, almost begging to be freed as it leaked inside, staining his boxers. you whimpered as he pushed the dildo inside your tight hole, the way you covered it in slick and begged for him to be go rougher on you. being refused and overstimulated with the tip of the toy against your sensitive nub, his face fingers pinching your hardened nipples with each thrust, refusing your orgasm for hours and encouraging you through breathy grunts and sweet praise.

KÖNIG had been hard practically all day, especially since you'd been teasing him by wearing some skimpy pjama shorts that showed off the perfect curve of your ass. you whimpered with each spank, the belt smacking against your tight rear as you whined, mewling and wriggling your hips with each painful slap. he degraded you, humilated you into a dirty, embarrassed mess... all whiney for his big cock stuffed inside your tight, wet cunt. you gasped, the belt smacking against your skin and leaving it raw, knocking the wind from your lungs with tears staining your pretty face, all ruined and sensitive. :(

HORANGI doesn't take teasing so well... seeing you hitting on other men at the casino whilst he hung out with some friends from KORTAC. you felt a large, calloused hand grab at your wrist, pulling you into a secluded area before ripping down your slick panties, leaving you bare and wet. he fucked you with his thick fingers , making you grasp at his shoulders and whine as he eased them further inside, trembling and sobbing with each thrust. you cried out in ecstasy, his teeth biting onto your earlobe, kissing your neck and leaving hickeys along your skin. “더러운 창녀...” (dirty fucking whore)

KEEGAN RUSS punishes you through rough sex. forcing you to look into the mirror, watching as he ruined you, his lengthy and veiny dick thrusted into your tight hole with your wrists bound with rope. you whimpered around his fingers, feeling them ease into your mouth, his full balls smacking against your tight ass. showing you what a dirty whore you are after you'd been flirting with other soldiers to make him jealous, his cock throbbing inside your heat. definitely made you clean up the mess you'd made on the mirror, squirting all over the glass... :(

GRAVES didn't mind sharing you. allowing you to be fucked by some of his soldiers, watching from afar and stroking his lengthy dick slowly whilst they rutted into you. but, you'd been refusing sex with him to get on his nerves, screaming his soldiers names instead of his during sex, whenever you would, that is... a belt gripped in his grasp, snacking it against your ass whilst he forced your head down on one of his men's shaft, your sounds muffled as he punished you for being such a greedy little thing. refused to let you cum till you were crying out his name, his hard cock pushed between your thighs, humping then while you whimpered for his attention. “someone's needy for attention, huh? yeah? mm', pretty little doll like you gettin' greedy.. ain't'cha just a stupid fuckin' fleshlight...”

VALERIA can't stand being teased. she's a brat tamer, she knows how to deal with dirty girls like you, cumming all down her chin as he eats you out. she'll eat you out for hours, till you're raw and sensitive and overstimulated, babbling out something incoherent as he bites your soft thighs, licking up your slit and covering you in drool. she'll have to get rid of the snarky mouth as well, by forcing your pretty face into her sweet cunny, kissing her pussy and sucking on her needy clit repeatedly, her hand supporting the crown of your skull.

FRANK WOODS will laugh, smoking a lit cigar before putting it out on your thigh. you squirm and cry as he applys pressure onto the open cut, whimpering as he looks at you with a lustful haze, holding your head and forcing you to kiss him sloppily as an apology. he'll get all pissy when you attempt to grind against him, telling you that you don't deserve to cum, and that you deserve to be used as a fleshlight for trying to get him all angry nd everything :( slapping you across the face whenever you retort or protest, whining for your release.

RUSSELL ADLER is the opposite of what frank woods would do. he'd guide your hips back and forth along his clothed thigh, covering his jeans in slick, bare pussy desperate and greedy for the friction she's receiving. you almost forget it's a punishment, whimpering and mewling whilst he gives you a cruel grin, holding you hips in place with an iron grip, holding you from moving. “what, baby? can't stand bein' punished?” you gasp, babbling out some ‘please’'s whilst he humilates you, talking some sense into your stupid brain, whining and frowning at him with glossy eyes. :(

not my best work, but i hope you guys like it 😵‍💫... reblogs, comments and likes ate appreciated :)

banner credit to cafekistune on tumblr**

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cerise-on-top · 8 months

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hellooo, i love ur stuff and i wannted to see u write about how Simon, Price, Alejandro, and Rudy handle having a wife who is very head strong and such? Like the type of woman who was very successful and has a sharp tongue. A very badass woman in general. Thx<33

Hello! Thank you! I tried on this request as well, but people like that genuinely scare me ^^; I wrote this with a very hot headed person in mind because I'm not quite sure I understand what headstrong means, even when I googled it! It's probably a bit extreme, the way I wrote reader and it probably usually isn't that bad, but I barely know anyone who's like this!

Price, Ghost, Alejandro and Rodolfo with a Headstrong!S/O

Price: There are a few things Price is used to due to his occupation: People taking his orders without ever questioning them, and people, smart assed as they are, questioning his every move. Some differences could be settled quite peacefully, during others, harsh words had to be exchanged in order for an agreement to come between them. So it definitely wouldn’t be the first time Price had ever met someone like you. However, he can get along just fine with someone like that. You’re his spouse, not some soldier, therefore he can bite back from time to time if he needs to. However, if you’re about to do something extremely stupid where you will end up hurt, he will try to stop you, no matter how much you protest and snarl at him. He loves you for your personality, but sometimes some risks do need to be taken into consideration. He would sometimes get fed up a bit with you, especially if you keep doing what you do without really considering the consequences or yourself. At some point, he’d probably just let you do whatever it is that you want to do. If things go well, he’ll congratulate you, maybe reward you too depending on whatever it was, but if things go sour he would have to bite back a “told you so” occasionally. But other than that, he can appreciate your sharp tongue, always biting back at the people who are trying to belittle you. It shows him that you’re not someone who needs to be taken care of at all times and that you can handle yourself when it comes down to it. Don’t sass him too much, though, since he will also sass you back. But if that’s what you like, then go right ahead.

Ghost: If he wanted to, he could insult you in a way that could destroy your sense of worth, and sometimes, when you are being a bit more difficult, he considers saying something mean himself. He never does, though, since he doesn’t want to ruin what the two of you have. While you being harsh with others and not letting them walk all over you is something he can appreciate, he will sit you down from time to time and tell you to take it down a notch or two, especially if you’re being harsh towards him. Communication goes both ways, though, so you’re also more than welcome to give him a piece of your mind. As long as you’re both being adults about it, he won’t mind. Like Price, he lets you do your own thing for the most part, unless you’re doing something extraordinarily stupid. He will try to change your mind, knowing fully well it would be futile, in a gentle manner, but if you don’t listen to him then that’s on you. He did try to help you. As much as he’d sigh at your antics, he would help you clean up your messes. Ghost isn’t much of a talker himself, saying the bare minimum when something needs to be said, so sometimes he’ll simply lean back and let you do the talking. Especially if the other person is being an idiot. You have a way with words that makes him snicker from time to time, especially if you’re a small and petite thing. The surprise on the other person’s face is such a delight, he can’t help but love it every single time. And if you’re a rather big and scary person then he’ll wordlessly watch the other person scuttle away. It’s nice, not always having to talk to people. He can be mean too, but he usually just rolls his eyes and walks away.

Alejandro: Alejandro is a rather passionate man about many things, therefore you would often come to butt heads. He used to be far more fiery when he was younger, so these days it’s not as bad as it used to be, but your arguments might end up with both of you yelling. Alejandro can be extremely stubborn and, unless you have some good arguments, it’s not very easy to change his mind either. Unless you start insulting him first, he won’t yell any insults at you either. He would absolutely never get physical with you, no matter how scary he might seem, though. Even in his heated moments, he values you more than anything and anyone else. In your eyes, you’re both right, and that might just be something you’ll both want to work on if you want your relationship to last in the long run. He is more than willing to do so, though, as long as you put some effort into it as well. May god save whatever soul has decided to wrong both of you, however. He will give them a piece of his mind, and so will you, meaning that person has twice the amount of people to be scared of. One of the many reasons you would come to argue would be you trying to do something that might be dangerous, with him trying to convince you it’s a bad idea. He’s a colonel, so he’s used to people taking his orders without very many questions. While Alejandro may not expect you to be his poodle, he does want to see you safe and sound. Ultimately, he knows telling you to not do something won’t change anything, but he’ll try anyway. Your safety comes before all else. Unlike Price and Ghost, he will tell you “I told you so”. Even when he tells you all the reasons why you really shouldn’t have done what you did, he will still patch you up and use his power to make sure you can continue being as successful as you are. So, even while mad he’s a sweetheart about and to you.

Rodolfo: Considering he’s a quiet man, he won’t usually talk back when you have something to say. Instead, he’ll force all of his emotions down. Very rarely, he might snap at you because of it, however. Again, you’ll both have to talk it out with each other, with you having to learn how to bite back something as well. Rodolfo isn’t nearly as feisty as Alejandro, so he’ll usually let you do the talking. Think the “he asked for no pickles” meme except Rodolfo could make his opinion known, but it’s more impactful when you do it. He likes to see you successful and in high spirits, even if he sometimes would wish you would tone it down a bit. Some bad potatoes at the farmer’s market aren’t the end of the world. However, he’ll barely ever voice such a thing, simply turning away instead when you’re getting too heated. He knows trying to calm you down will only make things worse, so he’ll wait it out. Out of everyone, he’ll be the most patient as far as your personality goes. If you’re ever trying something risky, he’ll make you aware of the risks, even if you do end up snapping at him, but won’t stop you. Again, it’s futile. While he may have enough faith in you to know you likely won’t end up hurt, you’re a smart cookie after all, he will sigh if things don’t end up according to plan. You’re probably too proud to do so, but you’re always more than welcome to come to him for help if you need it, he won’t mind. In fact, he’d prefer that over you getting hurt. If you’re both buying things, though, then he’ll let you be the one to haggle, you’re the most effective haggler he knows. In fact, if he ever needs something that requires him to bargain with people for anything at all, he’ll let you do it. You’re scarier than him, on the outside, so he’ll either get what he wants at a good price, or the other person will have learned a lesson. It’s a win-win situation either way.

#cod #cod x reader #john price #john price x reader #price x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #alejandro vargas #alejandro vargas x reader #rodolfo parra #rodolfo parra x reader #fem!reader #even though I think there's no mention of reader being a female in this #better safe than sorry #I think Rodolfo would be the ideal partner for someone like that because he'll just roll his eyes and let you do your thing #he's very patient as well and does prefer someone else doing the talking if it's with strangers #but again you might not want to be very extreme with a personality like that #I met someone like that once and she... was not a very kind person. I was scared of her and I still am #anyway Rudy would also sit you down from time to time to have some open and honest communication with you #he treasures you and wants this relationship to last as well

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whinesandwhimpers · 10 months

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it's always the quiet ones

Rodolfo Parra x f!reader

cw; noncon, creampie, forced orgasm, bit of somnophilia

You wake up to what you quickly figure out is someone's cock inching its way inside you. You're laying on your back with someone between your thighs. It's too dark to see who it is. Your top is still on. You tense, quickly becoming wide awake, and a hand covers your mouth before you can scream.

"Relax, Amor, Let me in," They whisper, leaning over beside your ear, and you easily recognise the voice, making your heart crack. Rudy. He groans, still pushing his cock in. It's thick. The stretch stinging. "I got you ready and you're still so tight."

You let out a muffled pained gasp as he forces the rest of his length inside, wincing from the burn and stretch of his thickness. Grasping his wrist, you try to remove his hand from your mouth, failing when he doesn't budge. You start sobbing after he places a kiss on your forehead. The gesture would've been sweet if he hadn't taken advantage of you.

He swiftly pushes your thighs up to either side of your chest and rests his weight on top of you, returning his hand to cover your mouth while he places his other palm beside your head to hold himself up. He slowly moves his hips back, pulling out until just his tip is inside before driving his cock back in again and again.

You dig your nails into the front of his shoulders, trying to push him off. You give up when all it does is make him groan in enjoyment from the pain.

"I'm sorry, Mi Amor, I had to. Don't— Don't cry." He shakily says, shuddering at the feeling of your walls around him, and moves his hand from your mouth to cradle your cheek and wipe some of your tears away.

"Please stop, Rudy." You try pleading, doing your best to ignore the way the discomfort is turning into something else entirely.

"No, I can't. I—" He thrusts particularly hard making you yelp. "I had to have you after today. Having you pinned under me in training— Mierda," He drops his head under your chin, harsh breaths hitting your clavicle, and roughly grips your hair between his fingers as he rams his cock into you harder. "You broke my last thread of control."

A few more rapid thrusts and he buries himself to the hilt as he finishes, filling your poor pussy up with his cum and panting hard against you. He kisses your jaw and slips out of you, then guides your legs down and massages your thighs with the heels of his palms.

When he moves away from between your legs, you slam your thighs closed. You've stopped crying now and you wipe the tears from under your cheeks. Now that your eyes have adjusted to the darkness, you watch him. You expect him to leave. He doesn't.

He walks over to your dresser and opens the top drawer, riffles around in it. He makes a noise of success and pulls out... your fucking vibrator.

"I've noticed you use this often, Amor." He walks over to the bed.

"You.. noticed?"

"I was too selfish before but I'll make you feel good now. I wanna hear more of those pretty noises you make when you think no one is around."

You scramble to move away but he lunges at you and wraps his arm around your waist, laying on his side and pulling you against his chest. He turns the vibrator on a middle setting and, through your struggling, presses it against your clit, making you shriek as a ripple of pleasure shoots through you, the previous fucking have built up something within you.

You flinch away from the vibrator and your ass presses against his dick making you jerk forward.. right back against the vibrator.

Rudy chuckles and runs the vibrator up and down your slit before returning to your clit, pressing harder, making you whine and squirm against it. His arm around your waist slips under your shirt to massage your breast and play with your nipple, tweaking and pulling it.

He turns the vibrator up to the highest setting and you fall apart with a cry, arching your back, hands mindlessly gripping the bed in front of you, your face scrunching up as Rudy continues working the vibrator on you through your orgasm.

"Good girl." He murmurs.

"Stop." You whine, legs twitching and trying to catch your breath.

He pulls the vibrator away and switches it off and tosses it on the floor.

You go rigid when you realise he's not leaving.

He gets comfortable behind you, spooning you. He pulls you impossibly close, arms wrapping around you. Your back is against his chest, his dick is right up against your ass, and he hooks his leg over your legs.

You're trapped.

"You won't tell anyone about this, will you, Cariño?" He rhetorically asks, nuzzling his face into your hair. "Because I'm the Sergeant Major and no one will believe you."

#rodolfo parra x reader #rudy x reader #rudy parra x reader #dark!rudy #perv!rudy #rodolfo parra x female reader #my writing

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