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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…”
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*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
#graves found a torture method thatll make both ghost and rudy talk#by the time they’re rescued either everyone is dead or they’re crying#call of duty#cod mwii#simon ghost riley#rodolfo parra#incorrect quotes#modern warfare ii#phillip graves#ghost x rudy#ghostrudy#original quote
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Hey @cod-dump I uhhh drew some of your quotes :) bc I could
#they amused me to no end#i do the doodles#simon ghost riley#rodolfo parra#ghost x rudy#alejandro vargas#john soap mactavish#alejandro x soap#cod mw 2022#cod mwii#call of duty mw2
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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.
#soap ghost#rodolfo parra#alejandro x rodolfo#rudy#ghost#simon ghost riley#ghost x rudy#?????#polycule/polyamourusvibes#why not#simon riley x rodolfo parra#my post#fanfic#idea?#cod mw22#call of duty#eventual kith#??#ineedhelpHAHAHAHAHA
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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.
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when simon was like “no rudy … knock.”
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easy pickings.
early access + nsfw on patreon monster!AU masterpost
#its go time people!!!#time to start the final arc of the monster au#(sounds more dramatic than it is. we cover so much ground in this)#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#ghostsoap#kyle gaz garrick#alejandro x rudy#alejandro vargas#monster 141 au#giragi art
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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
#call of duty#cod#cod mw2#cod headcanons#cod modern warfare#simon ghost riley#cod smut#alejandro smut#alejandro vargas#cod fanfic#price smut#kyle gaz garrick smut#x reader#fem reader#gaz smut#ghost smut#rudy smut#mdni#MDNI#minors go away#minors do not interact#no minors allowed#minors will be blocked#k6tzielinks#links#spicy links#sorry for not posting
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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
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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―
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wingman
synopsis: asking the cod guys for their friend’s number and they’re definitely not jealous (pre-relationship)
ੈ✩‧₊˚ price, gaz, ghost, soap, alejandro, rudy, graves, makarov
cw: none
an: i think that price genuinely finds those shitty minion memes from like 2010 hilarious
dividers from @/saradika-graphics :)
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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.”
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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
#there are two types of couples#alejandro x soap#ghost x rudy#john soap mactavish#alejandro vargas#rodolfo parra#simon ghost riley#call of duty#cod mwii#incorrect quotes#modern warfare ii#alesoap#ghostrudy#original quote
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I said "do you think you'll kill for me one day?"
(Yes, of course I will, my darling)
― yandere!cod men x reader ― ε price, ghost, soap, gaz, roach, makarov, alejandro, rudy, phillip graves, keegan, könig, horangi, nikto з suggestive?
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ଘ You're no plaything for Price. He doesn't just like you, he adores you. Cups your pretty face in his hands; delicately. His rugged and rough hands become gentle as soon as he comes into contact with your skin, treating it as if it were finely-grained porcelain. He treats you the exact opposite of how he treats anyone else. Whilst he leaves everyone else covered from head to toe in blood for coming near you, you're covered from head to toe in the most expensive items you wish for. But, he doesn't want you to forget that his money doesn't represent his love for you, it does not begin to cover not even half of what it should. He'll be sure to remind you not to be spoiled rotten. He's fond of you and while he's interested in you, you should listen and obey to what he advices you. He is more experienced after all.
ଘ Compare what Simon's scars and bruises are to your unscathed body. Let his hands roam over your body, taking in all he works for. Let them wander and familiarize with what he's toying with. His breath on your skin as it quickens, losing his train of thoughts as he fondles you. He's convinced you're meant only for him. No one else should touch you this way, no one could do it like he does. And please return it! Cradle his head in your lap, so the sizzling subsides and he feels alive. Let him know he's the best, the one. Let him lean in and capture those soft, plump lips in a passionate kiss. Don't pull away, don't deny him his heaven. And don't you dare let anyone else trail your body with their eyes like he does. Why, he'll feel as if they're already doing what their mind desires. He's screwed up in his mind but he'll move heaven and earth for those thighs to wrap around his waist at night spilling the warmth between them. Make him feel warm and welcome, give him the world he burns everyone else for. He sacrifices others at the feet of your altar.
ଘ Johnny's smug smile can fade rather quickly with one sensual move from you, watch him get lost as his breath is winded and his body is overtaken with an all-consuming fire of passion. Oh, he can't even fathom the idea of anyone before or after him experiencing such things. He'll be paralyzed the moment you sit on his lap and putting your hand to his chest, let it trail over his heart which at the moment beats wildly. It's a sensation he experiences when plunging a knife deep within someone else's chest, he reckons the feeling is almost the same. He thinks his victims rather lucky they die this way. How many other people can experience that fleeting, overwhelming feeling?
ଘ Kyle's hand kisses are done with such reverent trembling and respect that he'll have your skin tingling with warm sensations as if the late evening sun was seeping into your skin. Let his and your body blend together like the watercolors on an artist's canvas does. Bask in his affection like you'll sunbathe on the beach. Take in all the good he brings you, accept every touch of his that starts with a secure embrace and ends with the colliding of your bodies. The cold with which he lashes out for others has no place with the gentleness he entreats you with. Keep your eyes on his, locked in his steady gaze immerses himself in fantasies. He feels dizzy as if his world was spinning, losing himself in the sensations. And after the elation, let him shower you in praises, caresses and gifts. Let him buy you two rings for each finger, how many could you want to show off having a caring partner when you slide his card at the register? Make your hands look pretty whilst his are leaving a trail of crimson blood after him.
ଘ Roach couldn't ever hurt anyone else, he didn't know what he was capable of until the importance of you came all too clear. You're something that shouldn't belong to anyone else in the world. It's a quick descent down the spiral of violent devotion. His soft gaze usually filled with admiration and sentiment for you hardens, his pupils dilating as fear takes over. He's only acting on behalf of all his anguish, you haven't the heart to condemn him. He's shown you what your heart is worth, couldn't you give him some sort of heaven? He will do very well at whatever it is you ask of him, just wait while he shows you. There isn't anyone else like him he says over and over as if a prayer or spell he could make come true.
ଘ Makarov does not care whether he deserves you or not. Unlike the others who will commit unspeakable acts out of guilt and use their "pure" intentions to purify their actions, Makarov is selfish and relentless in what he wants. He does not flinch at your attempts of control, it's lost the moment he takes you in. He's determined to taste everything you have to offer, whether it's willingly or not. But he does like things to be served on a platter for him, he also has no problem taking it himself. Let the hand on the back of your neck guide you in the direction you are to walk, be docile and you'll surely receive tenderness. He can never deny that he loves the way your lashes flutter as you look through them up at him as he pats your head for being so good. Overtime you might notice small details showing his exterior cracking and revealing the soft, white underbelly of affection. He feels as if his chest caves in from your actions, the subtle red at the tip of his ears. Keep pulling at his neck collar, he'll like that fake sense of control you have.
ଘ You wouldn't ever catch a glimpse of Alejandro's manipulative strategies until he finds someone threatening. Is it wrong you're not seeing enough of other people? His biggest fear is you falling for someone else, the danger of you getting too close to someone is palpable for him. The intimacy you two share is from the harvest he's worked so hard for. He's been slaving away for so long to just let someone else lay a hand on you. He kneads you into what he desires, anything to feel the beating heart in your chest which pumps only for him. He'll keep polishing you until he gets down to the bare essence of you, which he can only dream to capture. The rhythm he wants to feel rushing through his veins, circling throughout his body.
ଘ Rudy's tenderness blinds you as he takes you to what you can only describe to be paradise. With the shining of luxury, all new and just for you he says. He'll press a million sweet kisses on your face before dropping that a most bothersome person will no longer be graced by your presence ever again. To him it's like a quiet act of love, to you, it's unimaginable. Don't worry your head will all the details, isn't it better to have no worries? He's all smooth indulgence telling you to keep looking at the adorned future he has ahead for you, telling you not to pay attention to the blood that stains the walls of the hallways you walk. He would lay out a new, fancy red carpet over the corpses for you to step over and continue in this fabricated dream.
ଘ Phillip knows exactly how to get the best out of you. Can you blame a man for knowing how to get what he wants from you? Let him tease and tug for he knows what every maneuver of his does. The hands that massage your skin don't get dirty, he'll always have others ready and willing to carry out whatever order he gives. It's what he's accustomed to and how he intends to keep it. But the droplets of blood that splatter do not miss his skin. The stain is still there, still under the skin of the thumb he pushes inside of you, feeling around for that bliss. Let his protectiveness clothe your body, he's already blurring the lines between obsessiveness and possessiveness.
ଘ Keegan's eyes will have you coming to a stumbling halt. Asking for something only you know how to give so good. Those erratic eyes that are unpredictable as they are deep, representing the deep dive you have to be holding your breath for. Are you ready to indulge? Because the impact will have you gasping for air, and when you try to take one you'll only swallow a mouthful of carnal desire. He ignites such a heat it's scalding to the touch, you don't know what's happening it's like you lose control. It happens so fast that when it's all over you'll let his lips, from which hot breaths slip through, kiss all over your sweat glistened body. His eyes might be softer and hold it for a while until he's back to the merciless, cold gaze which freezes everyone's else blood, feeling it lump within their veins.
ଘ Let König go on his fast rampages. They're over quick anyways. And afterwards, when he comes back, cradle his head between your thighs his tongue tangling as he stutters out promises to buy you what you wish if only you let him lap at your sweetness until his thoughts are left to reckless abandonment. Let him get what he can't get anywhere else. Call him handsome as your bury your fingers into his hair, your fingertips trailing his jaw and down his neck to where his adam's apple bobs as he swallows hard. Place kisses on his cheek until he turns his head in one swift motion and captures your lips in a desperate kiss. He wants it all, wants all of you all at once it makes him messy, shaky and weak. But he just wants someone to hold him, rubbing his ears and whispering words of affirmation in his ear.
ଘ Horangi could care less what other's want from him. You're in his viewpoint and he's determined to apply as much pressure as possible to make you bend. The reason he justifies himself with is the lullaby he's lulled to sleep with. Everyone else wants something from him, why shouldn't you? Everyone else is just in the way, he says over and over again, trying to make you focus on his lips instead of the bodies on the floor. With what he's done, he expects a standing ovation from you, nothing but complete adoration and servitude. He's a man who chases after impulses, who knows how long until this candle runs out. For now, ignore the brusque hand and acknowledge the underlying intents. He'll keep this lecherous momentum going until you're feeling faint from the mere touch of his hand.
ଘ Resignation is a trait Nikto works hard to work out of you. Surely, you ought to trust him after all he's done for you. In his mind, he's dedicated such gentle caring to you, you should be grateful. Don't be afraid to take directly out of his hand, he prefers you lose that skepticism. And when you do start to gentle, oh he can never get enough of it. His fingers grazing and gliding over your body at any and every chance he can get. Let him delve deeper into you, it's only natural for him to want to know you better. Every quiver of yours, he feels through the epidermis of his skin. He just knows you that well. His jerking movements shouldn't startle you by now. Maybe if you were more open, you would be telling him what you want. Give him some sort of sign before that spark ignites an unyielding fire. Because to him, that trembling is a sign of a smoldering fierceness waiting to break through.
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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.
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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."
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