#ghost x rudy

[hedgehogsaretheultimatelifeform]

Kinktober 2024 Bonus Day

Aftercare (Fluff)

John Price/Kyle "Gaz" Garrick/John "Soap" Mactavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley/Alejandro Vargas/Rodolfo Parra

Alejandro inhaled deeply as he pressed his bare chest to Soap’s back, feeling the knot in the apron strings dig into his stomach. Soap leant back into his touch unconsciously, as he was concentrating on the frying pan in front of him, fat and oil spitting as he flipped the slices of bacon that were filling the kitchen with the gorgeous sound of sizzling.

Alejandro gently kissed the side of Soap’s neck, before lowering his head, resting his chin on his shoulder. As much as he wanted Soap’s attention, he wasn’t going to distract him now. A nasty burn would put a bit of a damper on the evening, after what had been an amazing day.

“Easy now…” Soap muttered as he caught one of the pieces, stopping it from flipping out over the edge of the pan. “Easy.”

Alejandro tightened his grip, the canvas separating his arms from Soap’s abs wrinkling against his skin. “Good save, Johnny.”

Soap forced out a chuckle as he quickly flipped the next strip. “Maybe don’t with that, yeah?”

“Sorry.” Alejandro mumbled.

“Nah, s’okay. You gotta come up with your own thing for me. Be original, rather than just copying Ghost, you know?”

“But that’s work….” Alejandro whined, shifting his head down so his forehead was pressed on his shoulder.

“Hardly. How’re those rolls coming along?”

Alejandro raised his head slightly and glanced at the definitely still unsliced rolls sitting in a pile on the counter. “I’ll get back to it.”

“No rush.” Soap laid a hand over Alejandro’s arms, stilling him as he started to pull away. “We got plenty of time before the bacon’s done.”

“If you say so.” Alejandro lay his head back down on Soap’s shoulder, ears pricking when he heard footsteps coming down the corridor that led back to the bedroom.

“Hey, Simon.” Soap said, without even turning his head to see who it was. “You know, you’re not as quiet as usual.”

Ghost huffed, not responding to the bait as he crossed the kitchen to the pair, cupping Soap’s neck as he kissed him, right in front of Alejandro’s face. Alejandro leant back, letting them have their space, a courtesy that Simon quickly rewarded with a kiss of his own, before he let Alejandro go back to slumbering upright, his head balanced on Johnny’s shoulder.

“How’s everyone doing?” Soap asked, glancing up again to see what Ghost was doing with them in the kitchen.

“Good. Tired, but good.” Ghost lifted a cup down from the cupboard and dropped a teabag inside, before filling the kettle and setting it on. “Gaz wanted tea, and I needed to stretch my legs.”

Soap nodded. “There going to be enough there for two?”

“Sure.” Ghost got another cup down. “Alejandro?”

“Huh?” Alejandro raised his head from Soap’s shoulder, blinking rapidly.

“Tea?” Ghost held up a mug.

“Only if it’s already on…” Alejandro mumbled, his head already dropping back to Soap’s shoulder.

Ghost nodded, lining the three mugs up before topping the kettle up with more water and leaving it to boil as he skirted around the two men at the stove to get the milk and sugar out.

Alejandro and Soap looked very natural, standing together at the stove. Maybe it was the fact that they were both practically naked, each only wearing his underwear, and Soap an apron, for safety, but it made Ghost happy to see them together, even if Soap was trying to fry bacon using a fish slice.

“Why don’t you use the tongs?” Ghost asked, leaning over as he saw Soap struggling.

“Couldn’t find them.” Soap glanced up again, his mouth closing in a thin line when Ghost opened the first drawer he saw and pulled the tongs out, clicking them together like he was a crab, mocking him. “Look, you get fucked and search through a kitchen that’s not your own.”

“I just did, Johnny. By you, if you recall. It’s no excuse.” Simon held the the tongs to him, stealing a kiss before he let him take them. Soap rolled his eyes, but put the fish slice aside, and suddenly found that, with the tongs, he was having a much easier time frying the bacon.

The kettle clicked, sending Ghost scurrying back to it, pouring the hot water into the three mugs, swirling the tea bags around before making each mug up as everyone liked: black for Soap, two sugars for Alejandro, and milk and one sugar for Gaz. He moved Soap and Alejandro’s to the right of the stove, nodding at their mumbled thanks as he picked up Gaz’s mug and carried it back to the bedroom.

Ghost opened the door to find the room pretty much as he left it; warm and dimly lit, with a general air of sleepiness, as Gaz, Rudy and Price spread out on the bed, one of them occasionally whispering something as they recovered from the day of fucking. It had been full on from all angles; from the frenzied to the gentle; the couples to the threesomes, the foursomes; to the group passing Rudy around in a circle. Anything that a group of men could do to each other, they had done, and now they were trying to recover from it.

Ghost tiptoed to the side of the bed where Gaz was sat, leaning against the headboard, Rudy’s head in his lap as Gaz massaged his shoulders.

When Ghost set the mug down, Gaz tilted his head up, eyes crinkling when he saw him. “Thanks, Ghost. You’re a lifesaver.”

Ghost chuckled lightly, kicking his boxers off before gently helping Rudy up, cradling him against his side as he sat on the bed, rejoining the naked lounging as he took over where Gaz had left off, gently rubbing Rudy’s shoulders, as the man under him groaned softly.

Gaz sat back and picked up his tea, blowing on it gently before sipping it. “Ah… Perfect, as always, Simon.”

Simon smiled, silently taking the compliment as he dug his thumb into a knot on the back of Rudy’s neck, making him groan louder.

“Easy, Ghost. Don’t hurt him.” Price joked, where he was propped up on some of the pillows. It made Ghost laugh, as Rudy sat up to protest, and correct the record that he was fine; in fact, he liked how hard Ghost was pushing him.

“You have him, then.” Ghost gently pushed Rudy over into Price’s arms, getting him settled against Price’s side before he crawled in between Gaz and Rudy, leaning on the headboard while shoulder to shoulder with them. Gaz sighed, tilting his head onto Ghost’s shoulder as Ghost reached down and pulled a blanket up over their legs, one that was nice and fluffy, feeling like it was caressing their bare skin.

Gaz groaned softly, stretching his hands before wrapping them around the warm cup he was holding.

“You good?” Ghost murmured, looking at him.

“Sore.” Gaz admitted. “Really sore.”

Ghost nodded, tilting his head down as Gaz kissed him.

“Oi. Don’t you two act like we can’t see you.” Price called out from behind them, and they both turned to see him with Rudy sitting up in his lap, kissing the corner of John’s mouth.

“Hypocrite.” Gaz set his cup back on the table and reached out to take Ghost’s face in his hands, the warmth absorbed from the cup spreading from his fingers into Ghost’s skin, as Gaz pulled Ghost in and kissed him, over and over again.

Ghost laid his hands over Gaz’s, slowly rocking them back and forth ever so slightly, as Gaz went to him for a kiss, then he went to Gaz, until Rudy’s hand was on Ghost’s shoulder.

“I want a kiss, too.” He mumbled, curling up against Ghost’s back, eyes wide. “Please can I have one too?”

Gaz and Ghost both reached out at the same time, pulling Rudy up into Ghost’s lap and tugging his head in to include him in the spit swapping. It went so that Gaz kissed Ghost, Ghost kissed Rudy, and Rudy kissed Gaz, going around and around until the three of them were lost in the haze, just continuing on without thought, no matter how many times or how loudly Price cleared his throat.

Eventually Price gave up, tilting his head back on the wall, eyes half closing as he reflected on how long it had been since he’d last felt this tired. His life was demanding, stressful, exhausting most days, so he always felt some kind of tired, but rarely was it like this. A content, sleepy tired. A nice tired.  

“Hey, John.” Alejandro’s voice called him back from his thoughts, and Price opened his eyes to find Alejandro holding a bacon butty in front of him. “Food’s ready.”

Price nodded, his stomach audibly growling as he took the plate from him. “Thank you.”

“Thank Soap, not me.” Alejandro leaned over, quickly breaking the trio up, dragging Rudy into his lap as he made sure Gaz and Ghost both got a plate too.

Alejandro had only brought three plates with him, so ended up one short for Rudy, apologising to him by pulling him into his lap, cuddling his cock-drunk-hungover husband as he explained that Soap would shortly be bringing more with him.

Soap did indeed deliver, appearing with another round of plates and a bottle of ketchup, which was quickly doled out to those who wanted it, as everyone used their plates more like drip trays, not wanting the hassle of having to get up and clean something. As they finished, one by one, they stacked their plates up, thanking Soap, which he took wordlessly, the exhaustion catching up to him as he crawled up between Gaz and Ghost and collapsed across their laps. Rudy followed his example, snuggling back into Price’s arms, his movement shortly followed by Alejandro, who slotted between him and Ghost, keeping one arm around Rudy, and holding Ghost’s hand with the other, as he glanced at John.

“You alright?” Alejandro murmured over the top of Rudy’s head.

John nodded, mouth tightening as he looked at the door again, the one entrance and exit to the room. He couldn’t turn his stupid brain off.

“I can keep watch, you know.” Alejandro murmured again. “I can keep everyone safe.”

“You can?” Price peered at him, his eyes suddenly impossibly heavy as he struggled to keep them open in the face of possible relief and peaceful, uninterrupted sleep.

Alejandro nodded. “You can trust me, John.”

“I know I can…” Price didn’t get to finish the thought, as his body slumped down on the pillows, his head falling onto Rudy’s as he went out like a light.

“Damn, you did that so easily…” Gaz murmured, glancing over at him. “It’s usually a bloody fight and a half to get him to do that.”

Alejandro grinned. “I guess I’m just talented like that.”

Ghost rolled his eyes. “Sure, that’s what it is.”

“He’s out too, you know.” Gaz brushed his hand over Soap’s mohawk, contentedly snoring across his and Ghost’s lap. Ghost smiled, gently poking Soap’s nose, which he wrinkled, even while asleep.

“You two should rest, too.” Alejandro glanced back at them. “I’ll keep you covered.”

“Thanks, Ale.” Gaz nodded, leaning against Ghost’s shoulder and closing his eyes.

“If it’s the same to you, I’ll stay up.” Ghost glanced back at Alejandro. He felt surprisingly awake, despite everyone else’s exhaustion. Maybe it was duty – someone needed to stay awake, and he and Alejandro could keep each other company.  

“Sure. Hey, you know what, you help me come up with a nickname for Soap.”

“He still protesting at you calling him Johnny?”

Alejandro nodded.

“We can come up with something, surely…” Ghost glanced down at Soap, brushing a hand over his head. “You know, he was known as the FNG for a really long time… informally, of course, but it took him a good while to shake it off.”

“Really? Why?” Alejandro tilted his head against the wall, smiling at Ghost as he talked.

“Well… It all starts with him lying about his age, when he was first trying to enlist…”

[cod-dump]

*Rudy and Ghost have been taken hostage and are blindfolded*

Graves: I hope you boys are prepared

Ghost: I’ll never talk!

Graves, removing Ghost’s blindfold: You’re going to talk, but not about 141 secrets. Oh, you two are going to talk about something much worse

Ghost, seeing a book about coping mechanisms and grief: Oh god

Rudy, still blindfolded: What’s happening?

Ghost: We’re dying

Rudy: Oh good finally

[jgvfhl]

Hey @cod-dump I uhhh drew some of your quotes :) bc I could

[boowritess]

ghost and rudy.

i've been seeing posts about rudy being skittish around ghost and like, ghost could react two ways.

one; ghost uses it to his full advantage. appearing out've nowhere to scare him. stares at him a little too long. ghost finding it somewhat entertaining seeing the other male stare at him slightly nervous. speaks a little lower, drawling out words. this ghost enjoys teasing him.

two; ghost treats him like a scared cat. surprisingly gentle with him. taking extra care to make sure he doesn't frighten the man by purposely making his footsteps louder. hunches over a little when he's next to rudy. talks a little softer. this ghost wants him to be okay.

[writer-of-various]

Ghost: I’ve only had Rudy for a day and a half but if anything happened to him I would kill everyone in this room and then myself.

[waterdeepp]

when simon was like “no rudy … knock.”

[bluegiragi]

shy.

early access + nsfw on patreon monster!AU masterpost

[k6tzie]

COD P☆RN LINKS

ghost: your clingy boyfriend just wants to be closer to you, he wants to be inside you. literallysuch a sweet boy with mommy issues, just wanting to be taken care of :( doesn't wanna commit yet and go the full way... stop being so clingy! he was trying to do some paperwork :/ so incredibly jealous ghost coded surprising you when he comes back home but you have a meal for him prepared :) soap: don't even need to take your panties off fully, just push them aside!< pretty red tights are getting ripped off tonight 😊 whilst soap fucks u hard and merciless, ghosts fat cock is throbbing in ur mouth :( he can't stay away from ur pretty lips gaz: he likes recording your puffy pussy when you cum like your own paparazzi! don't worry, he'll lick it up afterwards his pretty cowgirl riding that dick like she owns it 😵 late night after the whole teams' at the bar, you 2 sneak back to his car... staying in a tent for a mission...this close...is never a good idea price: price stuffing his thick dick in you after you 'joked' about breaking up :(he's gonna be deployed for awhile, why not make the most of it? he DID promise good aftercare, don't blame him halloween mission gone wrong! :( your weight is no match for him alejandro: average alejandro camera roll smh he loves seeing u wet all over, and a mark on how much he's done titty man :) sleepover at ale's barrack after dinner rudy: he missed feeling you, so soft and plushy - better than a pillow <3he was too shy to say anything so thank god you removed it typa shit rudy's on pussy so soft and healthy eating that puffy pussy like it's the last supper

[alwaysshallow]

boys trying to survive nnn with their partner (141 + los vaqueros + könig x f!reader)

a/n: if it wasn't for @blissful-bunny, there wouldn't be nnn. LMAOOO i hope y'all will enjoy, it's my first time doing something like this... and i think i don't hate it as i did before!

mdni, as always. nsfw below + keegan's version here

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Being around Ghost durning this time is funny, to say the least. You know about this bet from Gaz, when you invited the whole Task Force 141 for dinner. There wasn't much of a reaction from you, just a nod and a hum that's interesting to hear that. Nothing more, until your boyfriend's friends went home, and you stayed with him, washing dishes.

"You think you're gonna last?" you ask, and you pretty much can't stop yourself from laughing when he gives you a side eye.

"'s just a month." he grumbles, and you know, you somehow irritated him. Or, the bet did, you're not really sure. "Been through worse."

Theoretically, it is true. He's military, he has seen things that you won't ever see, something so stupid like this challenge shouldn't be something hard to do.

Practically? Practically, he takes every fucking chance to get closer to you. You're making breakfast, showering, washing the dishes? He's gonna be right behind you. It's not surprising at first, he liked to be near you always, but it has a malicious intent to it, when he drags his clothed cock up and down your ass, grunting right into your ear. He gets you worked up, and you're pretty sure he's gonna lose, but he stops right before he cums.

You can't really decide if it's funny or sad to see him like this. It's his pained expression that he gives when he bites on his lower lip, grumbling something about watching you touching yourself, so it will be better. You can't really say no to a man starved, so you put out a show for him, thinking how so much better his fingers would be in your pussy.

If it would depend on you, you'd kneel and relieve him, but what can you do, when he has this ridiculous challenge of his?

He breaks after two days, when he sees you in your shared gym, exercising. It's unexpected, when he puts down dumbbells you were working with, doing squats; you want to ask what's wrong, but when he lifts you up, your back hitting the wall, you just know. You even forgive him when he doesn't prep you enough, and he just thrusts into you without much thinking of it, his balls heavy.

You know you won't leave this gym for a long time.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

"You're participating in what?"

To say it was weird, was one thing. To say that Kyle does it, was even weirder, especially that he was straight from two months of deployment. Needy. You knew it, as you were with him almost three years by now, he had always spent hours in bed with you because he missed you like a madman. These two months were pretty much the longest you've been separated with him, so, you can imagine your surprise, when you learned about the challenge, when you two were cleaning your apartment. He was touching you every now and then, giving you little kisses, and now he was talking about something like this.

"I'm—"

"—No, I heard you" you chuckled, shaking your head. "I'm like… trying to understand who convinced you to do so."

"Bet with Soap. Lad thinks 'm not gonna last with you." he murmurs, and you just know that this motherfucker made this as a personal challenge. So, you just nod your head, to Kyle's surprise on his pretty face. "That's… all you're gonna say?"

"What else I'm supposed to say?" you raise your eyebrow, amused. "That I feel sorry for you, this will do?"

"That ain't funny."

"It is, kind of funny." you grin, as you kiss his forehead, at which he closes his eyes, so you repeat kissing his forehead a few times. "I'm gonna support you in this, yeah? So it's gonna be easier."

It wasn't easier. You could see that he glances at you every now and then, when you are doing domestic things around the house, giving him little, encouraging smiles. Little do you know that Kyle's bulge is growing larger and larger every time he looks at you.

Gaz is pretty calm, at least until he sees you in his t-shirt (that is way too big for you) and just panties underneath, sitting right beside him with a bowl of popcorn. You two planned to watch a movie, but your boyfriend quickly brushes it off, as his hand wanders under the hem of your panties.

"Kyle, you—"

"I know." he almost growls, as he puts you on his lap.

The moment he feels your wetness, he's a gone man; he makes you ride him, and the challenge is just a fading memory, when his lips attack yours.

John "Soap" MacTavish

Soap is absolutely offended when everyone in Task Force 141 tells him he's gonna lose the challenge. He can't shut up about it for an hour straight, as he lays with his head on your lap, telling you something about celibacy and being true lover, not some "horny arse like the others". You listen to it with a small, amused smile on your lips because as much as you love your boyfriend, everyone is right about it.

He's not gonna last, and he knows it personally too, but you say nothing about it. You just listen to Johnny's ramblings, until his eyes are on you, observing your reaction so casually.

"What do ya think? 'm gonna beat it? Be the best?" he tilts his head like a puppy, squinting his eyes. It's an icy ground you're standing on right now.

"I think… it's gonna be hard." you answer; slowly, reluctantly. It's not something that he wants to hear though, as he groans, shaking his head with displeasure. "What? You asked!"

"I ken it's gonna be hard. 'm askin', if 'm gonna beat it" he emphasizes his last words, and you can feel he barely holds himself from rolling his eyes.

"…well, baby, as much as I have faith in you in other things…"

It's not a good answer for him, nor for a challenge, considering that you end up getting fucked by him – it's some kind of punishment, he tells you, when he folds you in half. He tells you that he also didn't lose the challenge, technically, as you had sex November 1st , at 3 a.m. You nod, hesitantly, so you could go to sleep without causing him to ramble about it again; you are exhausted.

It takes him three days of fucking you in various places to finally come into the conclusion that the challenge isn't for him. Three days of promising and hearing him whining that it's gonna be 'st the tip, baby, to feel you good.

"Good that you've figured that out." you say with a small smile, in restaurant's bathroom, his forehead against yours, as his cock is still buried deep inside you.

"Lasted longer than lads. Sure of that."

John Price

You want to think of your husband highly, when you hear of this stupid thingy. The authority, someone that leads the Task Force 141, setting the example for his younger proteges with his willpower. Someone who actually cares about engaging in challenges, even if they're stupid, even if he shouldn't even look at something like this.

Yet, you know John, you're married to him, for God's sake – and you know his sex drive. When this man is home, nothing and no one stops him from getting what he wants, and that's on you. In your mind, there's a core memory of him saying that he absolutely loves your pussy, multiple times.

So it's not a surprise that he doesn't participate in this challenge. It's not a surprise when he babbles about having kids with you while he fucks you wherever he can; kitchen counter, under the shower, your couch. His obsession over kids grew over this month more than ever, and you were happy to meet his expectations in a middle, since you thought of having a little angel in your small family for a longer time now. Having a dog wasn't enough.

A surprise comes when he proudly admits that he won in the end of the month. Boys are pretty much shocked by this, considering that their Captain didn't even look frustrated once, and he was in better mood than usual. Yet, they don't have a place to complain, so they accept the defeat with a frown on their faces, and a quick comment from Soap that he for sure cheated.

"You didn't win, honey." you laugh to him, sitting at his lap, when he's in his office, alone.

Price arches his eyebrow in amusement. "I did."

"That's not really—"

"Listen, we were tryin' for babies, weren't we? It wasn't egoistical fuckin'." he explains, completely serious.

It takes all in you not to either gasp or laugh again. "So, if it would be without the intention of making babies, you'd lose?"

He gives you a quick nod. "Exactly, missus. Exactly."

Alejandro Vargas

It's easy to last a few days for Alejandro. Maybe even a week, or a bit more. With his kind of work, being a Colonel, you often didn't see him for days, or even weeks if it was a bad time. Right now, with working over destroying a Mexican cartel, being home was rare for him. Was it saddening? Of course, but you knew what you were doing when you married him, you've talked with him about it for days, maybe weeks, even.

So, maybe that's why he didn't really think much of a challenge when he agreed to it, one of the nights he was drinking with Los Vaqueros. Just for fun, just to make a fun memory in this mess they were in. Days were passing in the blink of an eye with the same routine; a few hours of sleep if he's lucky, patrol, documents, action and repeat. Nothing too fancy, nothing too new for a man of war like he is, he got used to it all.

Harder was the moment he came home to you, where you were waiting for him with your open arms, all needy for his presence, for his touch, but somehow, somehow he managed, giving you the best orgasm of your life with his mouth only, even if he was in need too.

"Cariño?" he calls you, confused, when he doesn't see you in bed in the next morning. In his sweatpants only, he goes to the kitchen, following the sound of pan that sizzles lazily in the background.

"Makin' breakfast, Ale!" you reply, looking behind your shoulder with the biggest smile that slowly falters the moment you see his eyes darkening in the span of seconds. "What's with the face?"

He approaches you slowly, caging you between his arms. "Just… appreciating" he says, as he starts kissing your neck "my little wife. Who's been really patient with me, gone for so many days. And now, you're making me breakfast—" he groans, shaking his head. You can feel his growing bulge, as you grind your ass against it.

It's obvious that Colonel lost the challenge, after he arrives to his work with his wife, his arm possessively around her. Why? Maybe it's your neck covered in hickeys, your trembling legs, or his arms visibly scratched, but no one says anything about it in the base.

Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra

You have a kind of forbidden romance with him; you're the one of Los Vaqueros, and the romance is absolutely prohibited here, to prevent the collapse of the squad. Not to mention that he's a right hand man of Alejandro, so he has to follows the rules directly. Maybe even more than anyone here, to be honest; setting an example that he's not a exception to the rule.

It doesn't help that you're so kind. That you nod every time you see him as a silent greeting, and then you rush to do whatever you have to do today. It doesn't help him that you're helping everyone around you with a smile that could light up the whole town, and he smiles every time he sees it, too.

Everyone pictures that Rudy would win the challenge easily, since in their heads, his head wasn't occupied with anyone, and he could easily withold himself with his desires.

And maybe he would. Maybe he would, if you weren't the one guarding the base with him, if you weren't the one who was smiling at him with those plump lips of yours.

"If you'd only know how much I thought about… hah—" his breaths are ragged, as the pace of his hips gets quicker. His lips finds yours, as he kisses you with such hunger, you know without a doubt that he means what he says. It automatically makes you smile.

"It's fate that binds us, then" you say, your fingernails clutching at his arms; you're sure that you're the creator of bloody crescents here, but you can't care less about it. Not when the man of your dreams is fucking you.

He smiles at your words.

Rudy never been a good liar, and you painfully learn it, when Alejandro asks him why he's so happy; as you stand nearby, you hear the whole conversation. It's cute in some way, the way he's a blabbering mess, without any sense of it.

It takes Colonel's one look at you, and he knows.

You never walked faster to your work, neither did Rudy.

Konig

If you think he's gonna even try playing at this, you're in deep denial. Maybe if he'd be alone he could try of a genuine curiosity, but not when he has you. Such a pretty, obedient girlfriend, that he has wrapped around his finger, and a girlfriend that is pretty much at his service every time he wants.

He's a man to laugh about that challenge with his squad, telling them that they're filthy, and he would last the whole month, maybe even longer, if it weren't for you. Because he's such a caring boyfriend, he listens to your needs, even if you're whiny.

At least, that's the story that his squad knows.

He tells you about this while he folds you in half, that he needs to act a little grumpy around his squad, to put a facade that he's hungry because it's the right thing to do. When you suggest that he could even try, he barks a low laugh, while he pumps his cock before thrusting into you.

"Schatz, as if. Not gonna play the kids game." it's all he says, kissing you with affection on your swollen lips. "I do not intend on torturing you like this. You wouldn't survive a day without my dick."

There's some truth to it — but you're truly wondering if that's you who wouldn't survive without his dick, or he, that wouldn't survive without your pussy and sex, considering he is even more of a maniac than you are.

dividers by cafekitsune

[lxvvie]

Y'all know that whole trend that was going around social media with women calling their significant other by their full name? Yeah, that one. Yet another conversation was had, this time it was about the reactions your favorite babygurls would have if you called them by their full government name because of reasons. Maybe.

Capt. John Price - He's, uh, startled but not enough to drop his cigar this time. Does take a puff of it, though, before addressing you like it's the calm before the storm. Isn't too fazed because he heard it enough from his own mom growing up and he figures he's suave and diplomatic enough to placate you.

Gaz - Pointedly ignores you while giving you side glances here and there which is a major indicator that he's gotten into some shit. Probably. More than likely. Yeah... it was Soap's fault.

Alex Keller - Actually did get into some shit. Does not answer the call of duty.

Soap - You hear 'ah, shit', heavy footsteps, probably a crash, and Soap's peeking his head out from the other room. Has a deer-in-headlights look about him. It was Gaz's fault, goddamnit. He's so adorable. It's enough to make you giggle.

Ghost - You get a grunt. And then it hits him. He stops doing whatever it is he's doing. Fuck, he knows that tone. Simon turns to look at you and he stares into your soul or something like that. What in the hell kind of made-up middle name is that? You spend the better part of a good minute staring each other down before you're all, "I love you ♥️," and Ghost groans and rolls his eyes and goes back to whatever it was he was doing. But not before he grunts out a "Love ya, too." in return.

Alejandro - This is one of the few things that'll actually faze the man. Will damn near break his neck turning to face you to see what's wrong and his eyes will be wide. Oh, the last time he heard his full name called like that was from his beloved grandmother and he'd gotten into some shit then, okay?

Rudy - Ducks his head. Doesn't show his face; he can't bear the sternness of your voice, your gaze. It wasn't him this time, he swears; it remains, though, the way you say his name, an echo in his mind: Ro-DOL-fo. Why'd you have the emphasize THAT part of his name, huh?

König - König.exe stops working. Actually does break something trying to get to you. His eyes are fucking saucers, okay? Oh shit, what did he do this time, Schatz? Are you getting him back after that one time he snuck up on you to surprise you and you dropped dinner? Did you find out about the time he accidentally messed up the laundry and the white clothes came out pink? WHAT DOES HE HAVE TO DO FIX THIS?! Oh, you... just needed him to grab something off the top shelf for you.

Horangi - Also did some shit. Is unapologetic about it. Hits you with a nonchalant, "Yeah?"

Graves - STAYS IN SOME SHIT, OKAY? Saunters in like the smug bastard he is. Smirks and winks at you. "Haven't heard that name in a while, darlin'. What's your fancy?"

Valeria - Pulls a Uno Reverse and calls you by your full government name. Wait―

[hedgehogsaretheultimatelifeform]

Kinktober 2023 Day Nineteen

Hate Sex

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Rodolfo Parra

Rudy had been waiting for days to say something to Ghost. He’d bitten his tongue when Laswell mentioned the callsign, and lied to Alejandro when he’d said that he hadn’t heard of them either. He stayed back when he saw the dumb skull mask walking towards him across the tarmac, a bubbly, pretty new face walking by his side. 

When they were all in the car, and Alejandro was introducing him, he’d tried to say something subtly, baiting Ghost in a way only he would get it. Tengo miedo de los fantasmas… and nothing. He tried again, saying that Ghost would fit in well with his mask. It got a reaction out of him, a sharp look, that still only registered Rudy as a complete stranger. 

He’d given up after that. Not that he really had much choice, as the escalation in chaos that had followed their meeting had made him just keep going, keep pressing on, despite the knock on the head he’d gotten from Hassan’s men, through the sleepless nights, through Alejandro nearly losing it on Valeria when they found her again; all as they raced around to find some stupid missiles that should have never even been his problem. 

After seeing Simon’s face again, Rudy knew he couldn’t let all of that come to a head without at least trying one last time. He’d slipped away from Alejandro’s explanation of the battle plans, and gotten lucky, finding Ghost in the back corner of the warehouse, leaning against one of the vans like nothing was wrong in the world. 

“Are we really not going to say anything about it?” 

Ghost actually looked at him with recognition now that they were alone; but it was like Rudy was a fly, buzzing in his ear. “Is this really the time?”

“There won’t be another.” Rodolfo’s face was as unreadable as Ghost’s, now that they both were hidden under one of Ghost’s masks.  

“What do you want, Sergeant Major?” Ghost turned the knife he was holding over in his hand, straightening up so he stood at his full height over Rudy. 

“What do I want?” Rudy scoffed, incredulous that Ghost would even ask that. “You gave me the best dick of my life, and left me behind without a word. Then you turn up here, some pretty boy hanging off your ass, and you ask me what I want?”

It was years ago, now. Rudy had gone off base for the night and fallen into some bar he couldn’t remember the name of, desperate to drown his feelings towards Alejandro. He’d downed glass after glass of… something, wondering what he had done to deserve being stuck in the deepest kind of love for a man who wouldn’t, couldn’t see him the same way, and that every day he had to see that man suffering at the hands of the woman he did love.

The man who had just run into a burning building to save him.

The server had turned him away after one too many drinks, so Rudy had stumbled out of the door to find somewhere else to go, and fallen right into Simon. Tall and mysterious, with a dumb skull mask on, Simon was in deeper than Rudy had been, in drink and issues, which is why they hadn’t spoken at all, apart from the broken moans that passed between them as Ghost held Rudy’s head down in the pillows of some hotel bed and fucked the life out of him.

“Bit of a pathetic track record, if I’m your best. You still out on your ear with whoever it is you’re pining for?”

“Of course, I am.”

“Alejandro’s still doing that to you? I can’t blame you mate, but…”

“Shut up.” Rudy glanced over his shoulder as he shuffled further between the two vans. They were still alone, this far into the warehouse.

“How is this still my problem?”

“It wasn’t ever. But, you’ve got your own sergeant now, I’ll leave you to your pretty boy.” Rudy was flushed hot now, embarrassed that he’d ever said anything. He should have kept his stupid mouth shut, then Ghost wouldn’t be chuckling at him under the mask. Rudy’s own was scant comfort, as even with it, Ghost was reading him like a book.

“Not even going to give me a goodbye present?” Ghost asked as Rudy turned away.

“You didn’t give me one.”

“You aren’t up to being a better man than me?” 

Rodolfo swore under his breath, and turned back to face Ghost. The bastard was waiting to see what Rudy would do. One last chance. He had to do something to catch Ghost off guard, to leave him and his smart mouth speechless. 

Rudy walked back to Ghost, leaned up and kissed him through the masks, lingering as he pulled back, before turning and walking away. 

Ghost grabbed his arm.

“Ghost, let-”

“Just one?” Ghost had pushed his mask up, the scar that caught the edge of his lip twitching as he grinned. “You can do better than that.”

“Come and take it.” Rudy spat back, reaching out to grab Ghost’s tac vest, to get the knife sheathed in the side. 

“How about you hold onto this one instead?” Ghost caught his hands before they got anywhere, pressing the knife he was holding into one of Rudy’s palms. 

Rudy took it and closed his fingers around the handle, keeping the blade still as Ghost turned him and shoved him against the van, holding him there by shoving his body against Rudy’s back. Rudy’s hands went to the rail on the roof, one resting beneath it, the other gripping it tight as Ghost pushed Rudy’s body around to get him where he wanted. 

He spread Rudy’s legs apart and pushed one of his own between them. Ghost held the back og Rudy’s neck, turning his head to one side so his face wasn’t smashed against the van when Ghost grabbed Rudy’s mask and pulled it off. One of Ghost’s hands was holding his hip, shoving a thumb inside his waistband, the other running roughly through Rodolfo’s hair before taking hold and pulling his head back so Ghost could kiss him properly. 

Ghost moved fast, his tongue pushing against Rudy’s lips, impatient at how Rudy waited to slacken his jaw and let him inside. Rudy let him in when he felt Ghost’s hard cock against his ass, even through the layers of gear they were wearing, and then Ghost was gone, pulling away from the kiss and pushing Rudy’s face against the van too. 

“Do you think you can be quiet? Last time you couldn’t.”

Rudy’s breath caught in his throat. “What are you going to do, gag me?”

“That was the plan, yeah.” Ghost had taken Rudy’s mask and twisted it into a bundle. “No time to do it proper, though.”

Rudy tried to twist his head away as Ghost pressed the mask against his mouth, but quickly parted his teeth and sank them into the material.

“Good boy.” Ghost’s purr almost made Rodolfo spit it straight back out. He wasn’t sure if Ghost was reading him like a book or was writing the damn thing, but he stopped worrying about it when he felt Ghost undoing his belt, pulling his body away to shove Rodolfo’s trousers down over his ass. 

“Even prettier than I remember.” Ghost stroked Rudy’s ass, and chuckled when he caught the hem of Rodolfo’s shirt, pulling it up slightly. “That’s new.” 

Rodolfo mumbled something  around the gag, and Ghost pulled it out.

“What was that?”

“Got it with Alejandro. It’s matching.”

Ghost snickered. “Matching back tattoos? And he’s ‘not in love with you’?” 

“Shut up.” 

Ghost laughed and threw the mask aside. “I think I’ll keep your mouth free for now. See what other pretty things you’ll say for me.” 

His hand went down, pushing Rudy’s ass open so he could find Rudy’s asshole, pressing a knuckle into it. 

“Not very tight down here. Who else are you using in your free time?”

“No one.” 

“Toys then?”

“Sure.” Rudy rolled his hips back into Ghost’s fingers, desperate for them to be inside of him, his own erection stuck between his body and the van. 

“You ever pretend they’re Alejandro?”

“No-!” Rudy bit his lip as Ghost pushed two fingers into him at once, painful, but only for a moment. “Yes, sometimes.”

“Bet you’ve seen his dick so many times, you’ve found one that’s an exact match, haven’t you?”

“I’m not answering - you don’t get to do this to me!” Rudy was squirming under Ghost’s hands as Ghost spat down, his saliva offering a sliver of lubrication to his fingers inside Rudy’s ass as Ghost searched for the spot that would make Rudy lose it. 

“But I am.” Ghost kissed Rudy’s ear, leaning their bodies closer together again so he could hear Rudy’s suppressed groans, and the gasp Rudy made when Ghost’s fingers hit his prostate. 

“Fuck… you, Ghost.”

“Simon.”

“Simon. Fuck you… Simon.”

“Oh, it’s the other way around, Rudy.” Simon pulled his fingers out of Rudy’s ass. “I think I’ve got enough to be getting on with.”

Rudy had a minute to breathe as Ghost got his own dick out. Rudy tightened his grip on the knife and shifted his legs a tad wider as Ghost’s wet dick pushed against his asshole.

“You ready?”

Rudy opened his mouth and regretted it immediately as Ghost pushed his dick into him. His moan was loud, if someone heard him he was fucked, but half a second later he stopped caring, anyone could hear him, as long as Ghost would keep fucking him. If Ghost was worried about the noise, he would have to take care of it. 

Ghost did, grumbling in Rudy’s ear each time he had to cover Rudy’s mouth, on top of holding him up against the van, because every thrust Ghost was making into his ass made Rudy’s knees shake, and he was only half in control of what was coming out of his mouth. Rudy finally choked down a moan on his own when Ghost pressed the head of his cock deep into him, shuffling their bodies as close together as they could get. Ghost moved his hand down, holding Rudy’s chin up as Rudy breathed in, trying to make use of the moment of respite Ghost was giving him to pull himself back together. Alejandro, all of his men were in the other room, for fucks sake… Rudy clamped his mouth shut as Ghost started moving again, but only giving him a painstakingly slow roll of his hips. 

“Si…mon..” It was a half cry, as Ghost closed his hand over Rodolfo’s, the one holding the knife. He squeezed tight, the edges of the handle digging into Rudy’s hand. 

“That’s what you’re doing to me, you know. Squeezing me tight, like you can’t get enough.” 

Rudy knew that, he didn’t need Simon to tell him that. He just wanted the bastard to start going hard and fast again. “Simon, please…”

“You want to cum?”

“Uh huh,” Rudy swallowed as Ghost rolled his hips again, a little faster this time, the head of his cock pulsing inside of him, “ah, me, then you… I cum, then you, inside me, ple… please.” 

“You should explain everything with a cock in your ass. Sound so pretty, whimpering like this.” Ghost leaned up, placing his hands next to Rudy’s. “I could listen to it all day.”

“We… don’t have, that kind of time.” Rudy got out, pushing his body back against Ghost, searching for more movement, more friction between them. 

“I suppose that’s true.” Ghost was rolling his hips constantly now, no breaks in between anything, shoving Rudy closer and closer to the edge. “You ready to be loud?”

“I won’t… be.” 

“I’m sure you’ll try.” Ghost was speeding up again, going back to actually fucking him, now that Rudy was so close, shoved right up to the edge by just how Ghost had talked to him. 

“You’ll… take care of me. You, fuck, you’ll take care of it. I won’t, won’t… come otherwise.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure,” Ghost said, but didn’t try and test it. He kissed Rodolfo again, silencing him, and himself too, if he even made noise when he came. The only way Rudy knew he had was by how Ghost shivered and went still, his cock still in Rudy’s ass. The kiss broke, and it was still a minute before either spoke. 

“Like you remember?”

“Better.” Rodolfo sighed as he distantly heard the sound of cheers - Los Vaqueros getting ready to move out.  “We should get ready too.”

“One more minute.” Ghost sank his head onto Rodolfo’s shoulder.

“Someone could see us-”

“Alejandro could see you, with another man’s cock in your ass. Maybe that’ll be the thing he needs to see to get what he’s missing.” 

“You wouldn’t.” 

“Try me, Sergeant Major.” 

“Simon.” 

“Ghost.”

“El fantasma.” 

“If that’s what you prefer.” Ghost kissed behind Rudy’s ear, and pulled away from him carefully bringing Rudy’s pants back up over his ass, lingering behind him for half a moment to fix his own pants. “Let’s not repeat this. Again.”

Rudy heard Soap and Alejandro calling for them. “I’m not making that promise.”

Ghost chuckled. “I’d be disappointed if you did.” 

[cod-dump]

Ghost & Rudy: *cuddling as they watch a movie, Ghost kissing the top of Rudy's head*

(meanwhile in another room)

Alejandro: If you fucking slap my ass again I will banish you to the couch!

Soap: Oh? Now you don't like it when I touch your ass?!

Alejandro: You can go one day without touching my ass!

Soap, loudly and aggressively: YOUR ASS IS GRASS AND I WILL MOW IT

[smutstationchoochoo]

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.

Thank you so much for reading, please let me know what you think! :)

[boowritess]

Ghost x Rudy has my soul-

idk but i honestly NEED something ghost x rudy related. so have this. semi hints at other relationships/attractions/feelings.

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With the arrival of Soap and Ghost, Rudy was flooded with relief. Hope coursed through his veins as they went over the plan a few more times. Correcting anything when need be. Till finally it was settled.

Ghost helped fix Soap's wound in the bathroom. While Rudy keept himself busy with grabbing what was needed for the mission. If his hands were moving then he wouldn't think about the locked up Los Varquaro's and he espeically wouldn't think about Alejandro being locked up too. Would he be injured? Would Grave's and his men torture him? Any of his men? Scolding himself, he tried his best to get back on task. Hands fumbling with bullets, flipping guns, grabbing another gun to check it was fine- Grave's wouldn't of excueted any of his men or Ale, right? Shit- what would Rudy do? Los Varquaro's was a big part of his-

"It was a good joke." A deep rough voice said beside him, shocking him out've his sprialling thoughts, his hands briefly pausing while they loaded the gun. Turning his head, Ghost stood next to him, eyes scanning over the table till they fell on Rudy's big brown confused eyes. "Bout the mask."

The confusion was soon washed away, a slight flush along his cheeks yet his face lit up. All prior thoughts getting brushed away at the comment. An excited twinkle in the depth of his dark brown eyes. "Hermano! You thought so!?" He grinned, staring up at Ghost. For a second he wondered if Ghost was lying, just saying that to cheer him up. "I was worried when Soap and Ale said to stop." He flushed a little at the memory; him telling Ghost how he would fit in Las Almas because of the mask then Alejandro and Soap shutting him down.

A deep grunt left Ghost, shifting to stand straighter. "Ya think I fit in enough?" A slight teasing tone in his voice. Eyes squinted slightly as he looked at Rudy, who briefly wondered if it was because Ghost was smiling under the mask.

Rudy's gaze flickered over Ghost briefly, settling back on his eyes. "Nah. One look at you and anyone can tell you're a gringo."

"Gringo?" His English accent butchered the word so much that Rudy couldn’t help but wince.

"Ay, hermano, the accent doesn't help either." He joked, smile slightly dropping when he saw Ghost tense slightly and turn away.

But Ghost rolled his eyes and scoffed. "For someone that's afraid of Ghosts, you're awfully chatty with one." He joked right back. Snuffing out the anxiety, and maybe a little fear, that Rudy had.

Yet he was quick to realize Ghost's words, "You knew Span-!?"

"Rudy, where's the food!?" Soap shouted, as he entered the room. Ultimately cutting off Rudy's question. When Soap saw both men looking at him, both wearing different expressions. Rudy had one of shock while Ghost had his... uh- amused eyes on Soap? Well he thinks it's amusement and it was clear Ghost had said something. Soap's face burned red. "Rudy what'd he say!? If it's about what I said on the way here- listen- it wasn't like that. I simply meant it in a platonic, bromance, way. Maybe? I- Just- Y'know, ye and Ale are very-"

A chuckle left Ghost, cutting off Soap. "Didn't say anything about that Johnny..."

If possible, Soap's face went redder. Rudy looking more and more curious. Soap was quick to pivot out the room, "M'going to find food!"

"Soap! What about me and Ale!?" Rudy called to the retreating Scott, only to be met with a distinct slam. Both Rudy and Ghost locked eyes. Now, he could tell that Ghost was enjoying Soap's dilemma and he was flooded with warmth at the fact that Ghost was being open with Rudy. "Do I want to know?"

Ghost shrugged, reaching over to pick up a pistol, "Maybe for later."

"Ah, I see." Somehow, they were slipping into casual conversation. Voice's soft and teasing. Rudy wasn't afraid of Ghost but had been intimidated by the man. Though he greatly admired him with some of the things he had heard about Ghost from Soap. Rudy was fine with just knowing Ghost like that. Was fine with knowing about Ghost from others. Fine with the fact he probably wouldn’t know Ghost like how others knew him. Only because he thought they didn't fit well.

He had seen how Ghost and Ale were. Quick to chat with one another, though Ale was quick to make friends with anyone he deemed to be good enough. Ghost never seemed annoyed with the other man, always letting him speak. They fit. Worked well.

Ghost and Soap were a dynamic that Rudy at first thought was a relationship purely based on ranks. And maybe at first it was. Now, they seemed far closer. Coming to the safe house with a new dynamic. A new appreciation. They too fit.

As him and Ghost chatted, he noticed how Ghost would question Rudy when the silence dragged on a little too long. Rudy appreciating it, as everytime, he would get flooded with those thoughts of what could be happening to his men. To Ale.

Together, they were finishing going through the gear. Somehow drawing closer to the other. Shoulder to shoulder as Ghost held out a throwing knife, showing it to Rudy. Rudy hadn't noticed how close they were till he went to look up at him. Mouth slightly parting, the reflection of the light bounced back into Ghost's dark eyes, which were now lit up. Gentle brown eyes with specks of amber staring right back at Rudy. A lovely surprise going through him when he could see Ghost long blonde lashes framing his eyes. Pretty. He wanted to tease the man but wasn't quite sure he should.

Instead, clicking his tongue, he grinned up at the masked individual, with the incredibly interesting eyes. "No wonder you and Ale get along. The both of you like your knives." He huffed, forcing himself to look away. Or else his thoughts would be spiralling in a whole other direction.

"S'not the only thing we both like." Ghost stated beside him.

Rudy's eyebrows shot up, yet his smile remained, if not widened. Now that most definitely did not help his new spiralling thoughts. Eyes squinting slightly he looked back at Ghost. "Mm." He hummed, eyes zoning in on the glint in Ghost eyes. While he replayed Ghost's words and the teasing, suggestive, tone in his voice. "Ale said you were a dangerous man. More ways than one, si?" He teased, ignoring the slight rasp in his throat.

"Si." Ghost growled, tilting his head ever so slightly as him and Rudy stared at eachother.

[writer-of-various]

Teaser

Wide brown eyes stared up at him, the same warm and soft brown eyes he remembered seeing decades ago. He grew well, his body not so masculine as the others but Ghost knew he was underestimating the God of Warfare Strategy.

"W-who are you?" His voice is soft and shy, whisper-like, but there was no hint of fear. Pure confusion, innocence, oblivion.

"God of the Underworld."

"...Ghost."

"Rodolfo."

[vaquerolvr]

“i love you”

synopsis: not saying “i love you” back to the cod guys

ੈ✩‧₊˚ price, gaz, ghost, soap, alejandro, rudy, graves, makarov

cw: mentions of death (ghost)

an: lowkey not proud of this one but fuck it, we ball

dividers from @/saradika-graphics :)