#rudy call of duty

[hffhifjou]

rugby!!! winner gets price’s hand in marriage

pt. 1

pt. 3

[konigsblog]

virginity loss

rodolfo x afab!f!reader ...

warnings: virginity loss, female anatomy, praising, self degrading, slight teasing.

note: i seriously need to start writing day 31... 😵‍💫

kinktober masterlist. (day 30)

Rodolfo's breath hitched in his throat at the sight of your bare and vulnerable body. Beauty, his eyes wandered, lingering on your chest as he swirls his tongue around your nipples, dragging his pink tongue along the hardened nubs.

“Tan perfecto, no puedo creer que esto sea lo que me has estado ocultando, niña...” He clicked his tongue, rubbing your clit while toying with your nipples and sloppily making out with you.

Your cunt drooled for affection, for the sensual touch. Your eyes rolled back when his soft lips trailed down your chest to your nipples again, sucking on them while pumping him cock messily. He chuckled at the sounds of your euphoria and ecsasty.

“Do you think you're ready for me, babe?” Rodolfo breathed out. “Please, hurry.” you whimpered, clinging to his hand and watching him ease down onto the bed, chuckling at your eagerness. “Paciencia, conejito...” Rudy smirked and dragged the tip between your slit and hole. Slowly easing inside and rolling his eyes back when your walls tightened around him.

Rudy sloppily pushed each inch inside. Slow and steady, he breathed out at the pulsing sensation against his shaft. Veins lugging against your walls. He smirked, sucking a hickey onto your neck and groaning out when he bottomed inside. “Oh-fuck!” he cursed, his eyebrows furrowed and his face scrunched up as he allowed you to become familiar with his cock size.

You whined quietly, eyes watering at his girth. You clutched around him, signalling for him to move. Broad hips met your own and heavy balls smacked against your ass with each thrust. He knocked into your hole, his dick stretching out your inexperienced and unused hole. His moans only getting louder. “Oh, God... That's it, taking it so well,”

“I'm so dirty for taking your virginity, yes?” Rodolfo teased, kissing your cheek as he picked up the pace, degrading himself for enjoying the tightness of a virgin cunt. “So fucking gross, I'm sorry, princess...” he panted after expressing how hard he was at your virgin tight pussy around him.

Your back arched as he began thrusting into your cunny erratically, your cheek rising and falling as he filled your slick pussy with his cock. He groaned loudly, euphoria rushing through his body when you creamed around him unexpectedly. Panting and slick, gasping as he continued fucking your hole.

Hot ropes of seed drooled into your pussy, filling you with a potent amount of cum. You gasped, eyes rolled back and shut tightly, his brute arms beside your head and your hand grasping at his hair. Rodolfo buried his head in the crook of your neck, pressing tender kisses as he apologized for taking you so roughly towards the end.

“Lo siento mucho, conejito. No pude evitarlo, ¿eh?”

[simo0n]

I NEED MORE ALERUDY 😩🤲💕

[confused-wanderer]

Ghost is slipping.

He remembers the first time it started:

Fresh out of a hundred hour mission where the man barely slept and was sitting next to Captain Price.

Simon was sitting in attention, with his back straight, mind waiting for the violent outburst to happen from anyone at anytime.

And so he waits, and waits, and waits.

He doesn’t even remember everything going black, simply feels something stiffen under his head before slowly relaxing and murmurs of something far far away from where he wants to be.

When he wakes up, there’s a blanket around him. He’s back on base somehow, resting on the couch.

It sets him on edge, trying to figure out what happened, if he was drugged, before seeing Price walk out the door, massaging his shoulder.

None of them say anything.

And then it happened again.

Taskforce 141 had become safe before he even knew it.

Gaz startled the man when he’d gone to make something at 3 in the morning.

Gaz had gotten the drop on him. And what was more concerning was Ghost hadn’t even thought twice about bringing a weapon when he left his room.

And then again.

Alejandro invites them all out for drinks, and he obliges. They all go out, with laughter and stories, and it’s only when they’ve left that Ghost realise he wasn’t gravitating towards the seat nearest to the exit in the bar.

Or when the team was exhausted after a mission and collapsed on the floor, Ghost didn’t flinch when Johnnys head fell on his shoulder, or Gaz’s legs tangled up with his while his head lay on the Scot.

He doesn’t even mind when his head comes to rest atop the Mohawk and he hears heavy footsteps- Price.

Didn’t even open his eyes when he felt Price stop in front of them, and heard the sound of a camera before he drifted off.

Ghost was slipping, bringing back more of Simon that both of them knew existed.

[wdymidekn]

doodles from twitter pt2

[mlmxreader]

Scary Dog Privilege | Rodolfo Parra x m!reader

@guardkeywolf asked: “You're so tense today”

SAS!Male Reader X Rudy where a certain recurit gets on Rudy's nerves during training and Male Reader gets pissed and goes to find this recruit and scares the shit out of them

summary: Rudy has what the kids call ‘scary dog privilege’ thanks to his husband being in the SAS. 

tws: swearing, smoking, mild violence 

From your spot on the bench, you could easily watch as your husband, Rodolfo, began to put the new recruits through the ringer and make sure that they had what it took to be part of the Los Vaqueros, a proud smile on your face as you leaned back, sparking up a cigarette and taking a long drag; you were really proud of him, always had been and always would be, and told him frequently when you could. Even though your job in the SAS took you away from him throughout the year and, often, when you least expected it, that didn’t stop you from telling him how proud of him you were, how much you loved him, how you adored him and admired him. Besides, you liked to watch him work up a sweat, you liked to watch him go all strict and stoic, hands clasped behind his back as he shouted orders at the new guys; but then again, you knew he liked it just as much when you were doing it for the SAS. 

Still, you watched as the same recruit came up to him time and time again, and you could see that he was getting rather tense and frustrated; at first, you figured that it was just little more than the fact that they kept pestering him, but when he decided to allow them to take a break, and he sat beside you on the bench, you couldn’t help but to frown, your hands going to his shoulders immediately.

“What’s wrong?” You asked. “You’re so tense today.”

Rodolfo huffed as he glared out towards the training fields, watching the recruits file out towards the cantine as he ran a hand down his face, hunching over slightly as he rested his forearms on his knees, his jaw clenched slightly. “These kids, cariño… ellos me molestan.”

You nodded, resting your head on his shoulder for a moment as you kept your cigarette dangled between your lips, daring to hold his hand tightly as you sighed and tutted softly. “I know they do, baby.” 

Leaning into your touch, Rodolfo sighed again, not really sure how he was supposed to act; he was frustrated, he was stressed, he was fucking pissed off, too, but he couldn’t do anything about it - these were new recruits, they weren’t an officer or anything like that, and it wasn’t his place to reprimand them. He was told that he was supposed to train them, to see if they had what it took to actually be part of the Los Vaqueros, he had been told that if he had any problem students, he was supposed to send them to Alejandro - but Alejandro was currently in an important meeting with high command, and there was no way that Rodolfo could get away with interrupting that meeting just because a few of the recruits were, quite frankly, being little bastards. He was at a loss, but at least he could feel you against him, and he knew he wasn’t totally alone.

“Ayúdame, corazón, por favor,” he pleaded, looking at you with those brown puppy dog eyes that you just could not deny, could not say no to and he knew it.

You nodded, biting at your bottom lip for a second. “Alright, I’ll help you - but no more puppy dog eyes! You know I can’t say no when you do it.”

Rodolfo smiled, pulling you in for a quick kiss. “Gracias.”

“Tell me what happened,” you told him, “before they come back, fill me in on who said what, and why.”

Rodolfo explained, and as he did so, you couldn’t help but to feel your blood boil; jaw clenching and your hands turning to fists as you nodded slowly, waiting for him to finish talking before you stormed off to find the private who had said all those things.

The second that he was within reach, just walking back to the training fields, you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, and dragged him behind you; when you knew that Rodolfo could see, you tossed the recruit onto the ground. 

“Who the fuck do you think you are, private?” Your voice was booming, a snarling thunder as you stared down at him. 

He cowered, bringing his arms to his head as he whimpered and flinched. 

“I asked you a fucking question!” You raised your voice a little more, bending down so that he really knew he had to answer you.

The private still didn’t answer, though, sobbing quietly as he brought his knees to his stomach. 

“So you can fucking bully my husband, but you can’t answer a single fucking question?!” You gently kicked him in the shins. “What kinda fucking coward are you?! You think you’ll pass training if you can’t even talk to an SAS officer?!” 

“Sergeant Major Parra, surely you can make him stop?” A different private asked. “He’s shitting himself because of your husband!”

Rodolfo sat back, and shook his head. “No, I'm not in control of my husband’s actions.”

“You fucking piece of shit!” You used your foot to turn the private onto his back, planting your boot firmly on his chest. “You fucking maggot! You fucking stupid, weak, cowardly fucking cunt!”

The private was still sobbing, shaking his head as he weakly tried to defend himself from a non-existent attack; holding his hands over his face as he whimpered and trembled. 

“You fucking wanna be in the Los Vaqueros,” you scoffed, shaking your head as you bent down and dragged him to his feet by the scruff of his neck. “You see this, lads?!”

The other recruits nodded, eyes wide with fear and their postures slightly hunched, most of them trembling. 

“This is what happens when you fuck with the SAS,” you told them, roughly shoving the sobbing mess of a private forward, laughing when he fell to his knees. “If Sergeant Major Parra tells me, one more fucking time, that one of you snot-nosed little sodding cunts had a go at him - I will personally see to it that you are punished! Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Sir!” They called, hesitantly standing to attention.

“Who do you leave the fuck alone?” You asked. 

“Sergeant Major Parra!” They screamed. “Sir!”

“I want twenty laps!” You yelled. “Now!”

You dusted your hands off, quite confident that they wouldn’t pull such a stunt again as you returned to Rodolfo’s side, watching as the recruits started to run around the training fields; gently, you kissed his forehead, and smiled when he rested his head on your shoulder, holding tightly onto your arm as he sighed and closed his eyes for a moment.

“Thank you…”

You shrugged, resting your hand on his knee as you watched the recruits. “It’s not a big deal, baby. At least they won’t say that kinda claptrap again, eh?”

“Yeah,” Rodolfo agreed quietly. “You know, you’re fucking muy espantoso when you get like that.”

You laughed softly. “Well, that’s why they say you got scary dog privilege, innit? C’mon, they won’t be done for a while - fancy some dinner?”

“Pensé que nunca preguntarías!” He breathed out, eagerly holding onto your hand as you lead the way, a grin on his face. 

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[blingblong55]

Sweet Nothing- Rodolfo Parra (includes Philip Graves)

Based on a request:

Look, as much as I love Philip Graves, he gives off jackass bitch energy. So, he leads on the reader (who's just fuckin adorable, wife energy, protect this one for the rest of your life vibes) before leaving them after a one night stand and then they meet again years later and reader changed into a badass boss bitch dommy mommy you'd wanna tap but she's fucking hostile af. Also dating Rudy, cuz Rudy's the only man who deserves to score a pre-Graves reader. Idk, im in my "fuck me up and you're next" era

A/N: Someone said I should use the lyrics of Sweet nothing, so...here it goes

F!Reader, fluff, angst, soldier! reader

I find myself running home to your sweet nothings Outside, they're push and shoving You're in the kitchen humming

7 years ago, a few of your comrades and you had a huge victory. You all went to celebrate out by a local pub. It was fun, the drinks, the stories, laughs, the stupid songs you'd all sing, and then the stupid mistake of letting Graves take you home. You had a crush on him before, how when he smiles he would do so to the side. The way his hair was always well groomed and how his cologne never changed. You noticed his American southern accent, getting rougher when he was drunk like this. The way his hands wandering your thighs or back. So for you it was a dream to even have him offer himself to you.

If you can describe yourself from 7 years ago, you'd call her "sweet, innocent, caring, bubbly, and loving", and all that is true, well was true. The night with Philip was great, the way he assured you all night in bed that he'd take care of you. How his lips met yours, how he kissed you with so much delicateness it felt beautiful. "al'right, sweet thing, just close your eyes and rest now." Your head rested on his chest, his hand drawing small circles on your back. You felt content in his arms.

By morning, instead of waking up to him by your side, it was just you. A note and nothing else.

"That was fun, but just a one time thing:) -take care, Philip Graves"

You never knew it'd be just a one night stand with him, you'd expect more. Back then, you were only a 22 year old, still learning and understanding much of the military. You trusted him with your body that night, a innocent girl, not knowing she'd be robbed from something she held dear to her, her own young heart on a platter, eaten by the man Philip was.

By some miracle, a commander in Mexico had seen your work for Shadow company. Alejandro Vargas, a major at the time of him recruiting you and his friend, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra, a captain at the time. Graves let you go, knowing that you'd ask for more and he was not wiling to give. In all honesty, after you left, he talked about his time with you, made fun of you the weeks after it had happened.

After that night with Philip and how he belittled you, even if he didn't know, you promised you'd never let that happen to you. All the men that approached you were quickly turned down. You only gave time to your job, training and to yourself. You treated men like the scum of the earth.

Belittled them if they ever spoke about you. "I'd shut it, because you are nothing more than a worthless, good for nothing piece of ass." All men at some point feared you, not making advances on you, except for one.

Rudy, although rejected by you more than 19 times, always came back. He never cared if you degraded him with your lemon filled words. He loved you for it, loved how you never spoke bad of yourself, standing tall and proud. Alejandro tried to tell him to stop pursuing you, but he is stubborn as he is cute.

With him, you were always more soft. Although at times you'd say mean things to him, you were never too mean. Because in him, you found your old self coming back. Begging to be let out, because all you wanted to do was cuddle with him, listen to his problems, kiss him, adore his very soul.

And to be honest, he worshipped the ground you walk on. He didn't care that he was a higher rank than you, no, he always said. "Yes ma'am", "No, ma'am", "Sorry ma'am", "You look beautiful/perfect, ma'am". In his eyes, you deserved all the shiniest of things this world could offer.

He loved how you would yell at rookies, but the second you saw a puppy, you'd turn all soft and would pet it for a long time. How one time he saw you baking and dancing to a melody in your head. Your puppy eyes when you would see a something adorable.

One night, there you were, ready to hop on your motorcycle when he approached. "R/N, uhm...do you mind if maybe this Sunday me and you can maybe....I dunno, go on a date?"

You see, the reason why he asked you on a Sunday and not on a Friday or Saturday was because he heard you sing a song to yourself.

"I want a Sunday kind of love, A love to last past Saturday night, And I'd like to know it's more than love at first sight, And I want a Sunday kind of love" Your voice soft like a whisper.

"Sunday...time?"

His face lit up, in a way for him, this was you agreeing, "6 am, ma'am." he happily responded. You were confused, why would he want a date on a Sunday at 6 in the goddamn morning?

"I was thinking breakfast by the lakes...maybe you'd like that," he answered as if he was listening to your thoughts, he paused and looked at you, "Or whatever time, all I want is to spend time with you."

A light red hue on your cheeks, there it was. The old you, feeling excited because for the first time in years, you were validated as more than just a 'one time thing', seen by him for you. You nod, "very well-"

"I'll pick you up?"

"I don't see why not."

You put her helmet on, going for the typical night ride. Funny enough, he was the guy who would race you any chance he got. You of course never knew, but he did. Wanted to spend time with you in whatever way he could, so, he learned from Alejandro how to ride one.

During the date, he was so nervous, he completely forgot his Spanish and English. Giggled as he tried to compose himself for you, you took his hand, "Just one work at a time, I promise to listen." the way you said it and carried it, was a different side of you, the old you.

"Eres hermosa, la mas bella." he cups your face, looks you in the eyes and smiles. You'd learn Spanish for him after months of dating, but in this moment, when you barely spoke the language, you understood the meaning. Skin melted on his hands, turning into mush, he leaned in, kissed your forehead and then looked you in the eyes.

"Thank you, for giving me this chance."

Soon after that, you went on more dates, Sunday dates. Always by the lake, eating, laughing and at times, he'd chase you into the water. Both laughing, being the sweetest of creatures.

6 years after that first date, you and him celebrated your engagement, Alejandro being asked to be the best man. While everyone had seen your cold hearted side, he saw you, the woman he'd be waiting for at the end of the isle. His favourite melody, the girl who made him soup, stayed up all night understanding the video game he was enraged by, taking classes to speak to your in-laws in their language. Wearing that sundress and although you weren't religious, attended church with his mum, grandma and him.

4 months after he had proposed to you, thats when you met 141 and Shadow Company. Graves introduced himself, once he spotted you in the room, he stopped, "-any...ways, it's a pleasure to meet y'all." He nodded to himself and walked to where you were. Alejandro ran through the plan.

"You look beautiful, sweet thing-"

You raised a finger to him, "I don't let dogs speak to me." Rudy heard it, chuckled to himself. He was happy, a part of him was always protective of you, wanted to be selfish and have you to him. So knowing you were still like this with other men made him glad. Now that he was on the good side of your actions, he didn't know if you still spoke like that to other men.

Graves was....mad...? He noticed how you changed, how you looked healthier, happier and that stupid fucking diamond ring. He did love how much your body had changed, how your curves become more prominent, your hair longer, the same body he was once all over was...sexier, appealed to his needs for sure.

And then after the meeting, he saw you hand in hand with Rudy. Your cold gaze now soft, you blushing and admiring your boyfriend. Rudy kisses your cheek which caused you to look away blushing. Although you were dating him, it was as if you were a school girl, crushing on a celebrity, gushing over him.

Rudy was always the one, that was clearly known. Graves will now forever hold his peace, as the girl that treated him with love and respect was now with another. You'd be the bride and he would never be the groom who gets to call you his.

His lost was and is clear to be Rudy's gain.

Industry disruptors and soul deconstructors And smooth-talking hucksters out glad-handing each other And the voices that implore, "You should be doing more" To you, I can admit that I'm just too soft for all of it

Tags: @anonymuslydumb

A/N: checking my inbox and I just realised I have request from back in may....sorry...I'll get to those, I promise

[dontyouworrydaddy]

Our 141 boys, Konig and Los Vaqueros with a so who likes to mercilessly tease them all the time. She's a minx, proud of it and she loves seeing her man loose his stoicism whenever she's up to her shenanigans. Thanksies 😁

Say yes to me

Task force 141 (+ König & Los Vaqueros) x Reader

YES. I‘VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS FOR A WHILE NOW AND LET ME TELL YOU… I HAVEN’T BEEN THE SAME EVER SINCE. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING ME THIS😭😭🫶🏽

KÖNIG

König exuded an aura of power and authority. His every move was calculated and precise, leaving no room for any mistakes. However, there was something about you that sparked a mischievous fire within. You couldn't help but take pleasure in teasing him and pushing his boundaries if only for a moment. Because today you woke up and chose violance.

"Ah, König," you purred, sidling up to him, your voice dripping with seduction. "You know, I can't resist the urge to play with fire. And you, my dear, are the most sexiest flame I‘ve ever laid my eyes on."

His gaze flickered towards you, a mixture of annoyance and curiosity dancing in his eyes. You could see the battle within him, torn between maintaining his composure and succumbing to the allure of your teasing. Oh how you loved to test his limits. Especially because you know how easily he gets shy.

You leaned in closer, your breath ghosting over his ear, sending shivers down his spine. "Tell me, darling, does it make you feel alive when I unravel your control? When I peel away those layers of proud until there's nothing left but desire?"

A barely perceptible shudder coursed through his body, his defenses weakening under your seducing influence. You reveled in the power you held over him, relishing every moment of his unraveling.

"Damn you, liebling" he growled, his voice laced with equal parts frustration and desire. "You take pleasure in torturing me, don't you?"

A wicked smile graced your lips as you pressed yourself against him, feeling the heat emanating from his body. "Oh baby, torturing you is a pastime I indulge in with great delight. After all, it's when you lose control that I find you truly exciting."

Your words hung in the air, charged with an electric tension. You watched as he struggled to maintain his composure, his hands twitching by his sides, desperate to touch you but resisting the urge. The battle between his desire and self-restraint played out before you. You can see him struggling.

But you were not one to let the game end so quickly. With a grin, you trailed a finger along his covered jawline, relishing the way his breath hitched at your touch. "Tell me, my love, how badly do you want me? How far are you willing to go to sate this burning hunger that consumes us both?"

König's resolve finally crumbled, his ironclad control slipping away. With a fierce determination he pulled you into his embrace, his lips claiming yours with a passion that ignited the very core of your being. In that moment you felt like nothing mattered anymore.

As the world around you faded into insignificance, consumed by the fire of your desires, you reveled in the knowledge that you, and only you, had the power to unravel the unshakable König.

No mission or obstacle could ever compare to the intoxicating game of desire you played with König. Two souls forever entwined in a dance of passion, power and a never ending affection.

Simon Riley

From the moment you laid eyes on Simon, you knew he was a man who craved control, both on and off the battlefield. His perfectly tailored suit, darkened mask, and piercing eyes exuded an air of mystery and command. But oh, how you loved to unravel him just to see that stoicism falter and his walls crumble under your relentless teasing.

You reveled in the power you held over him. Whenever you were near, mischief danced in your eyes, and a playful smile tugged at the corners of your lips.

As the two of you found yourselves alone in the dimly lit safehouse, you couldn't resist the opportunity to test the limits of his control. You sauntered over, your steps deliberately slow and seductive, making sure every movement drew his attention. Your fingertips brushed against his arm, a light touch that sent a jolt of electricity through both of you.

"Hey there, handsome," you purred, your voice laced with a teasing tone. "Have I ever told you how much I enjoy seeing you hold things so tightly? Reminds me of some things…"

Simon's jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing as he fought to maintain his composure. "You know what you’re doing to me, don't you?" he growled, his voice heavy with desire and frustration. "You're a temptress, a very needy woman and you take delight in making me lose control."

You feigned innocence, tilting your head to the side and batting your eyelashes innocently. "Me? A temptress and needy? Well, I suppose I can't help it if I bring out the best in you, darling."

A low chuckle rumbled in his chest as he leaned in, his voice a barley a whisper. "Oh, you have no idea what you do to me. The way you tease, the way you challenge me…it's exhilarating and infuriating all at once. Luckily we can go home sooner than planned. Because I am almost done here."

A mischievous glint danced in your eyes as you closed the remaining distance between you, your lips barely brushing against his ear as you whispered, "But that's the best part, my dear. Watching you, get nervous whenever I touch you in a different way. It's intoxicating."

Simon's grip tightened on your waist, his eyes darkening with raw desire. His voice was a low growl as he admitted defeat, surrendering to the power you held over him. "You win, you always do. But know this, my love, I wouldn't have it any other way. Now focus because I wanna ride home as soon as I can."

A triumphant smile curved your lips as you pressed a soft kiss against his jawline. "Oh Simon, you have no idea what you've gotten yourself into. But don't worry, I promise it'll be the most thrilling ride of your life."

“Fuck, love. Stop saying stuff like that because I am really holding back from bending you over this table right now” he growls and smile at him innocently. You slowly let your hand walk down his pants and let it sit there for a few seconds.

“Very professional.” you whisper and walk away from him, leaving him unfocused and hard.

John MacTavish

As John settled onto the bed, you couldn't help but smirk mischievously, knowing exactly how to push his buttons. The dimly lit room created an intimate ambiance, heightening the allure of your playful banter. John's strong, impassive had always intrigued you but it was your knack for merciless teasing that brought out the vulnerability in him, a side reserved only for you.

Sitting beside him, you leaned back, your fingertips tracing invisible patterns on the sheets. You directed your gaze at John, your eyes brimming with something evil. With a knowing grin, you tilted your head slightly, your voice filled with tantalizing allure.

"So, how's that heart of steel holding up today? I must say, it's quite entertaining to watch you get nervous around me."

John's brows furrowed ever so slightly, his piercing gaze meeting yours. The corners of his lips twitched, betraying the hint of a smile. He couldn't resist your playful taunts and you reveled in the power it gave you over him.

"You," he replied, his voice deep and gravelly, "Are a dangerous creature that takes pleasure in seeing me lose all my senses."

You chuckled softly, a seductive melody that danced through the air. Closing the distance between you, your thigh brushed against his, sending a jolt of electricity through both of you. The heat between you grew palpable, crackling with an undeniable tension.

With a flick of your hair and a sultry gaze, you leaned closer, your lips grazing his earlobe. "But admit it baby, you love every moment of it. You secretly crave the way I toy with your emotions, unraveling the seemingly impenetrable fortress around your heart."

John's breath hitched, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly as he swallowed hard. You could see the fire in his eyes, a reflection of the desire that burned within him. But he remained resolute, determined to maintain his composure, even as you tested the limits of his selfcontrol.

Your fingertips danced along his jawline, tracing the rough contours with gentle strokes. "You know," you whispered, your voice laced with velvet, "there's something undeniably exhilarating about watching the mighty John MacTavish succumb to my wiles."

A low rumble resonated from deep within John's chest, a mixture of frustration and longing. His hand trembled slightly as he reached out to grasp throat, making sure to show you what you’re doing to him. His touch was warm and soft, not meaning to hurt you in a harmful way.

"Believe me, I wouldn't have it any other way," John confessed, his voice husky with desire. "For you, I would willingly relinquish all control, just to witness that spark ignite in your eyes."

You grinned, your eyes shimmering with satisfaction. The world faded away, leaving only the two of you entangled in an emotional state of desire, lust and affection.

John Price

John leaned back in his chair, his eyes fixed on the computer screen as he scanned through mission reports. The silence was broken only by the tapping of the keyboard.

Across the room, you lounged in your own chair. You loved teasing John, pushing his boundaries and seeing him break his manners.

With a smile, you leaned forward, resting your chin on your palm and watched as he furrowed his brow, clearly engrossed in his work. You couldn't resist the urge to provoke him. Clearing your throat, you let out a low and seductive voice.

"You" your voice dripping with playful mischief, "seem awfully serious today, John. Maybe you need a little distraction?"

John's eyes flicked up from the screen, meeting your gaze. A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, but he maintained his composure. "I'm in the middle of something important, love. Maybe later."

You let out a soft chuckle, knowing exactly how to push his buttons. Leaning back in your chair, you crossed your legs, deliberately drawing his attention to your playful display. You reveled in the power you had over him, the way he couldn't help but steal glances in your direction.

"Oh, I see," you responded while biting your lower lip. Your voice laced with disappointment. "Too busy saving the world to enjoy a little company, huh? Well, maybe I'll just have to entertain myself then."

As you spoke, you began to slowly run a finger along the edge of your exposed thigh, deliberately tracing the path along your skin. You watched as John's jaw tightened ever so slightly, a subtle sign that your little game was starting to have an effect.

Unable to resist, he finally tore his gaze away from the computer screen, his eyes fixated on your movements. The air in the room seemed to crackle with tension as you locked eyes, both of you acutely aware of the electricity between you.

"You're playing with fire, love," John warned, his voice husky with a mixture of desire and restraint. "You know what happens when you tease me like this."

Your lips curled into a mischievous smile. "Oh, I know exactly what happens." your voice dropping to a low whisper. "But I also know how much you love it when I push your buttons."

With that, you slowly rose from your chair, the silence in the room now heavy with anticipation. John's eyes followed your every movement, a mixture of desire and frustration evident in his gaze. The tension between you was unbelievable as you slowly made your way towards him, your fingers gently tracing a path along his jawline.

"And what happens," you whispered, your voice barely audible "when you say yes to me?"

John lets a low growl escaping his lips as he pulled you closer, his hands gripping your waist. "You’re gonna find out now"

The work didn’t matter anymore because in that moment he slowly bends you over his table and he gets on both of his knees while his face is dangerously close to your heating clit.

Kyle Garrick

"You," you began your sentence "have the most adorable scowl when you're deep in thought, Kyle."

He glanced at you, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "You find my scowls adorable now? I thought you were here to tease me mercilessly."

A playful grin spread across your face as you leaned closer, tracing a finger along the edge of his jawline. "Oh I am. But teasing you is so much more fun when I get to see you loose yourself. Even if it's just for a moment."

He let out a soft chuckle, his eyes glimmering with a mixture of amusement and affection. "I should have known I couldn't hide anything from you."

You shrugged, your fingers now trailing lazily down his neck. "It's not my fault you wear your emotions on your sleeve when I'm around. Besides, it's one of the things I love about you."

Kyle's expression softened, his hand reaching out to gently grasp yours. "And I love that cute sparkle in your eyes and the way you challenge me. Always keeping me on my toes."

A devilish smirk played on your lips as you tilted your head, your voice dripping with playful taunting. "Well, I can't help it if I enjoy watching you go weak, my dear. Especially when you’re under me…"

He leaned in closer, his voice barely a whisper. "Is that so? Well, let's see how you handle it when the tables are turned."

Before you could react, Kyle swiftly wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you onto his lap. You gasped in surprise, feeling a rush of heat spreading through your body as his lips found the sensitive spot on your neck.

Your breath hitched, and you fought to maintain your composure. "Touché, Kyle," you managed to utter, your voice laced with a mix of desire and determination. "But don't think this means I'm going to surrender so easily."

He chuckled against your skin, his hands sliding up your sides in a tantalizingly slow manner. "Yeah let’s see, my lady."

Alejandro

The sun shone brightly on the expansive garden as you lounged by the pool, basking in the warm embrace of a lazy summer afternoon. Alejandro, your way too hot boyfriend, joined you, his chiseled form gliding through the water. As he emerged, droplets cascading off his toned body, you couldn't resist but to unleash your nature upon him.

With a playful smirk on your lips, you eyed Alejandro intently. Your gaze lingered on the way his wet hair clung to his forehead, accentuating the sharp angles of his face. Your heart fluttered at the sight, fueling your determination to tease him relentlessly.

"Alejandro, Alejandro. If only you knew what you got yourself into"

His brows furrowed, but in a good way. He knew all too well what you were telling him with that devilish persona. It was your desire speaking and he knew it.

As you rose from your seat, the pool's edge became your stage. Your every movement exuded confidence and allure as you swayed your hips, the delicate fabric of your bikini accentuating your curves. Alejandro's gaze followed your every motion, a mixture of love, lust and fascination in his eyes.

"The woman you are, mi amora," he said, a trace of admiration lacing his words. "Si supieras lo que me gustaría hacerte, mi amora."

You chuckled softly, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "Oh, Alejandro… I think you forgot that I don’t understand spanish. But I love you talking to me in spanish."

Alejandro's attention was fixated on you, his gaze tracing the lines of your body. Slowly, you descended into the water, allowing the cool embrace to envelop you. The playful splashes that followed were deliberate, intended to draw Alejandro closer.

As he approached, you moved with the grace of a siren, closing the distance between you. Water droplets clung to your skin, glistening like tiny diamonds and you reveled in the effect it had on him. Alejandro's touch was firm yet gentle as he pulled you close, the warmth of his body electrifying against your own.

"I didn’t even start and you’re already weak" you whispered, your lips grazing his earlobe. The tingling sensation it elicited sent shivers down his spine.

"Es tu apariencia. Cariño, ¿cómo se supone que no voy a estar nervioso cuando me miras así?" he whispers something in spanish which you will never understand. But your smirk grew wide as you let your hands go down into the water…

(MY SPANISH IS DEFINITELY NOT GOOD SO PLEASE DON‘T JUDGE. LOVE YAAA)

Rudy

You lay in bed, the soft sheets enveloping your body as you watch Rudy, lying beside you. A playful grin dances across your lips as you plan your next move. You love teasing him, seeing his composure crumble under your charm.

"You are far too serious for your own good." Your fingers trace delicate patterns on his bare chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your touch. The rise and fall of his breath betrays his calm exterior, and you revel in the knowledge that you have the power to rattle him.

Rudy's eyebrows furrow slightly, his eyes fixed on your face as he tries to maintain his unflappable facade. But you know him better than that. You know the effect you have on him. Your playful antics never fail to get a reaction.

Leaning closer, your lips brush against his ear, your breath warm and tantalizing. "Tell me, Rudy…" you whisper, the timbre of your voice causing a shiver to run down his spine, "how long do you think you can keep up this tough guy act?"

His jaw tightens, his control waning as your words weave their way through his defenses. You relish in the power dynamics between you, loving the way he fights to keep his emotions in check, even as desire flickers in his eyes.

Your fingertips trail down his chest, tracing the lines of his defined muscles. You feel his body react, betraying the effect your teasing has on him. But you're not finished. Yet.

With a smirk, you lean back, your gaze filled with inappropriate thoughts. "I know how much you love being in control, Rudy." you tease, emphasizing his name to emphasize the intimate connection between you. "But sometimes, losing control can be good, don't you think?"

Rudy's lips part slightly, his breath catching in his throat as your words seep into his core. The cute soldier is at your mercy. The tables have turned, and you revel in the role reversal. The victory is yours.

Your hand glides lower, grazing the waistband of his boxers. "What would you do…" you murmur, your voice husky, "if I were to take control right now, Rudy?" The intensity in your eyes locks with his and for a moment, the world around you fades away, leaving only the two of you in this intimate moment.

A spark ignites within him, an unspoken desire mirrored in his gaze. The games you play have awakened a side of him he thought long buried, and now, he craves the wild you.

The battle lines blur as he surrenders to the temptation. A hint of a smile curling on his lips. "You" he murmurs, his voice laced with a mix of defiance and desire. "Have always been my weakness"

[luvverslair]

Ok but what’d you think about Alejandro and Rudy who are dating a reader with a tongue ring? Or lots of tattoos

hi !! thank you for requesting I think this fits Alejandro and Rudy so much, I don’t know if you meant separately or together but I went with separately but feel free to lmk if you would like me to add them together!!

Alejandro: Alejandro would think you're the coolest person that he knows, when he first met you, you only had a few small tattoos but as your relationship grew so did your tattoo collection. He would sit with you and just trace the outline of your tattoos, he would count them, and while he would never admit this to anyone he has a Pinterest board full of tattoos for the next time you want to get a new one. Now when it comes to your piercings he loves them, when he saw you had your tongue pierced he adored you even more when you kiss him he focuses on your tongue piercing circling it with his tongue, he would suggest you get more piercings as well, only if you wanted of course but if you did he would be head over heels. All and all he loves your piercings and tattoos, he thinks they make him you and of course, he loves you.

Rudy: He found your tattoos so, interesting to say the least. He would ask you about the pain and what inspired you to get certain ones. He would stare at them for hours examining every last detail, He would also suggest tattoos for you also would one hundred percent get matching tattoos with you, Something that was an inside joke so it was special just for you and him to share. Now when it comes to your piercings, especially your tongue he would ask about the pain of it or if it hurt when you made out with people, if you answered no to that second question you could count on the fact he would make out with you focusing on it and seeing how you reacted when he did certain things when it was cold outside and your metal tongue piercing would get cold he adored the way it felt against his warm tongue. He also definitely suggested you get more eyebrow piercings or nose piercings and would buy you custom-made jewelry for all of them, he loved showing you off to people because he just thought of you as the most priceless piece of jewelry in the world. Rudy loves you and he also loves your piercings and tattoos.

kept these pretty short i apologize about that but i hope you enjoy! i loved writing this and thought it fit these two so well, thank you again for your request!!

luv, luvver

[guardkeywolf]

Yes, they make up random stories and beef to get out of meetings with Shepherd...

[konigsblog]

somnophillia

rodolfo ‘rudy' parra x f!reader

warnings: consensual-somnophillia, desperation, self degrading.

kinktober masterlist. (day 13)

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Shamefully, he slides inside. He's humiliated, feeling ashamed for doing something like this. Something so greedy, so selfish. “God, I'm sorry, mi sol.” he felt horrible to say your soft nickname in a moment like this, fully pushing inside and groaning out softly and quietly in your ear.

You moaned through your sleep, wriggling a bit before your hips were pushed down flat against the mattress. Your chest to his chest, feeling your heartbeat increase as he begins moving erratically. He felt horrible, but he was just so desperate and felt too bad to wake you up.

“My good girl...” Rodolfo moaned, your sounds getting louder. “So fucking tight, God...” each thrust felt agonizingly slow, desperate for you not to wake up, before rutting into your wet hole needily, gasping when your walls tightened around his veiny, thick cock.

You were awoken to his broad hips slamming against your own. You moaned and gasped, arching your back and clutching around his dick, your orgasm already feeling close despite only being conscious for a little. “Rud–” he places his hand over your mouth, too ashamed to hear your words.

“I'm sorry, baby, I just can't stop– please, I know I'm so fucking selfish, I'm so horrible, sweetheart, I know!” He cuts you off, degrading himself as he selfishly ruts into you, your walls spamming around him before you squirt against his abdomen. He pants, thrusting sloppily and fast, shooting his load into your wetness.

“I'm so greedy... fuck– I-I'm sorry.” Rodolfo whimpers into your ear, seeing your dumb expression, panting and exhausted with your panties on the floor.

[s1ckh1mb0]

“Aww look at you mi amor. Look how cute you are!”

Rudy grabbed your face so that you could look at yourself in the mirror. You looked a mess, your makeup smeared or running down your jaw. You couldn’t do anything but whimper as he thrusted his fingers back into you🎀💭

[fictionalmenxyn]

Group Chat

Soap: guys I’m so bored, Ghost has left me to go out with Price and idk why.

Y/n:

Gaz: AHAHA unlucky Soap

Soap: I thought you two would stick up for me?

Y/n: nah I still got my bitch with me :)

Gaz: wait? I’m your bitch? I thought I was your man

Y/n: we’ll you should’ve got that spider yesterday then

———

Graves: hey y’all, glad to finally be apart of this group chat <3

Y/n:

Ghost: who added you in here?

Alejandro: yeah who added you?

Graves: Price…

Price: this is the first time I’ve been on my phone today, so it wasn’t me

Y/n: oof even Price agreed he doesn’t like you

Graves: Fine I added myself off of Price’s phone

Y/n: 😵

Price: why were you in my phone?

Graves: sorry man, I thought I’d be fine…

Y/n: we’ll either way, your not cool enough to be in the group. *kicks out graves*

Ghost: finally, someone stopped him from texting any further

———

Price: Y/n and Gaz I need you two at my office now.

Y/n:

Gaz: ik a little harsh, Cap?

Price: just come to the office, please 😓

———

Soap: how is everyone?

Ghost: fine

Alejandro: good thanks

Rudy: doing good

Price: good, you?

Gaz: fine, I guess. Why?

Price: who are you Soap?

Soap: good I just won a game of rocket league against Y/n

Soap: how does it feel to loose, Y/n?

Y/n:

Soap: then why were you throwing the controller?

Y/n: uh…

Soap: exactly

Price: I’m I seriously buying another controller again? It’s been the fifth controller this week and it’s only Tuesday!

———

Gaz: Yo wassup my g

Y/n: …

Gaz: what?

Y/n:

Gaz: damn…

———

Soap: wanna hear a joke?

Ghost: go on

Soap: why did the monkey fall out of the tree??

Ghost: why?

Soap: cuz he’s dead

Y/n:

Gaz:

Price: that was a joke?

Ghost: I thought I taught you better?

Soap: …

———

Hope someone knows where that joke is from

———

Y/n: once again someone had stolen my COOKIES!!

Soap: this time it actually wasn’t me

Gaz: wasn’t me

Y/n: if you own up I won’t be mad, I promise

Ghost: fine I had some cuz there wasn’t anything else in the kitchen

Y/n:

Hope you enjoyed!

Make sure to request or message me if you want

Have a good day/night! 🫶

[dashigriffins]

I love him so much 😭

[wdymidekn]

Rudy is like a mother figure to me

[mlmxreader]

The SAS's Finest | Rodolfo Parra x m!reader

@guardkeywolf asked: SAS! Male Reader X Rudy where Male render manages to fluster him when they meet for the first time

"I don't bite"

Also Happy New Year!!!

summary: the SAS come to help train the Los Vaqueros, and although he's doing his best, Rodolfo can't help but to be captivated by the Captain.

tws: swearing

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Alejandro had asked for the SAS to come along and to help the Los Vaqueros with some training, which was nothing new, as there was one group in particular that he always brought over when and where he could, after years of building a rapport with them; the group in question, E Squadron, had known him for years, but the mantle of Captain had recently passed along, and he was keen to meet who they had brought in.

He was waiting with Rodolfo at his side as he greeted the mountain troops, friendly and warm each time, until the last and highest ranking soldier got off of the carrier; Alejandro smiled at you, nearly grinning, but to his left, Rodolfo was absolutely breathless. You were more than handsome, and the way that you smiled at him made him swallow thickly as he shifted his weight from foot to foot, his heart thundering.

"Mornin'," you grinned, shaking Alejandro's hand. "Captain (y/l/n)."

"Colonel Vargas," Alejandro looked you up and down as he nodded with approval. "This is Sergeant Major Parra - my second in command."

"A pleasure," you shook his hand, but you didn't immediately let go, and neither did he. "Heard you boys needed some help with new recruits."

"Yeah," Rodolfo breathed out, eyes widening as he licked his lips. "We could use a little help."

"Good thing I'm here then, innit?" You couldn't stop yourself from looking him up and down as you smiled, licking your lips and allowing your gaze to linger on his mouth for just a little while.

It was Alejandro who pulled you back to reality as he cleared his throat. "You'll be with Sergeant Major Parra for today, if that's okay?"

You bit at the inside of your lip as you nodded. "More than."

"Rudy?"

"Yeah," Rodolfo nodded, but didn't take his eyes from you. "No hay problema, Alejandro."

"Good," Alejandro shook your hand once more. "Welcome to Las Almas, Sir."

"Thank you, Ale," you cleared your throat, turning to Rodolfo. "Well... they didn't tell me the man I'd be working with would be as handsome as you."

He hung his head a little, chewing at the inside of his lip as he forced himself to bite back the smile that threatened to come across his lips. "Captain, please - no me molestes."

You put your arm around his shoulders, able to feel him tense up for a second before he leaned into your touch. "What's the matter, Sergeant Major? You never had an SAS officer flirt with you before?"

"Uh, no..." he admitted quietly, shaking his head. Fuck, they just had to send the most handsome, the most charming man that they had, didn't they?

He was beyond flustered, beyond flattered. Sure, many people had flirted with him and attempted to charm him throughout his life, but you... you just took his breath away. You made his heart ache with your smile, made his hands shake with your laugh, and the sincerity in your words made a shiver crawl up his spine. He had never been so awestruck and breathless.

"Shame," you told him, daring to take his chin between your forefinger and thumb, forcing him to look at you as you smiled, running your thumb across his bottom lip gently. "Handsome guy like you, would've thought that you'd be drowning in it."

Rodolfo cleared his throat, stumbling a little when you pulled away and silently wishing that you would keep your thumb on his bottom lip. His breath hitched, and he felt a little dizzy, palms sweaty. "Well, I, uhm... uh... ah..."

"You're so cute when you're all flustered and worked up," you told him with a beaming grin, daring to gently run a hand through his hair before you took a few steps forward. "You gonna come with? Or do I have to find out where everything is myself?"

Nearly tripping over his own feet, Rodolfo jogged so that he could catch up with you, a lump forming in the back of his throat when you linked your arm with his; the SAS certainly did send their finest, he couldn't deny that in the slightest. But as he showed you around, told you where everything was, he couldn't miss what you were doing.

Showering him in compliments. Gazing at his mouth. Leaning into him. It was all almost too much for him to handle, as even though Rodolfo had gotten his fair share of attention when it come to romance, he had never encountered someone like you; you were so bold and brazen, so outward and obvious, not even trying to be subtle.

And fuck, it was hot.

When he showed you to the locker rooms, pointing out where the showers and the changing facilities were - both communal and private - he didn't ignore the way you looked at him.

"It's... really private," Rodolfo admitted, taking a seat between one set of lockers as he swallowed thickly. You were the finest SAS officer he had ever laid eyes on, and although he tried to hide how flattered and utterly charmed by you, he couldn't.

"Oh, I bet," you sat opposite him, and he could have sworn that the way you spread your legs was fucking purposeful. "I don't reckon anyone could hear what goes on, y'know, when the shower's running and it's all hot and steamy."

Rodolfo swallowed thickly, rubbing the back of his neck as he took in a harsh breath, staring at you for a moment as he felt his heart rate start to pick up, his hands getting sweaty and starting to shake, his eyes wide and his mouth dry. Fuck, you were too much for him.

He was enamoured by you, but that didn't stop him from feeling like you had a knife to his throat; he wished you would hurry up and slash it. He was at your mercy, and if he was honest, he didn't want to be anywhere else.

"Why don't you come over here?" You asked with a teasing smile. "I don't bite, y'know - well, maybe if you ask me nicely."

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