#rudys ooze

[robothell]

not coping

[dmitriene]

experience of period leakage is uncomfortable, waking up through the grogginess that lingers on your eyes, making them glassy, bloated stomach wrenching with cramps that knot in the lower area of your abdomen, making you bent with muffled whine, trying to relieve the pain as your spine flexes with your movement, when you feel something sodden beneath.

oozed blood, staining the twitching skin of your thighs as you shake from the weakness, sheets beneath you now a darkened burgundy color, seeped out from where your panties now have the same rudy stain as the duvet, making your eyes swim with annoying sting, before it rips out of you with bubbled sob.

it's wakes simon up, stirring beneath the blanket that pooled at his hips as he propped himself up, one hand rubbing at his darkened, lidded with sleep eyes, ears picking at the small sound of distress immediately, and he sits up through cracking bones to see your shaking, twisted form.

noticing the reason of your distress as well, brushing his hand along the dried spot of blood beneath, no doubt soaked in the mattress by now, and the thought makes your fingers curl at the sheets in sadness that morphs itself in the anger, to the way you feel, to what you endure, buzzing in your ears along ragged sobs that make simon's heart knot in sympathy.

you didn't even noticed that he woke up, jolting lightly at the sudden touch that envelops the side of your body with comfortingly seeping warmth, until you're being scooped between two burly, spread legs and slotted gently against sturdy, rumbling chest, the cooing hoarseness of his voice suddenly overcomes the distressing buzz in your ears, calming your senses.

you melt against him, letting simon cradle you against his chest with gentle touches, and despite that you feel uncomfortably dirty because of the smudged blood on your panties, you cuddle closer with little sniffs, curling yourself in a ball, as his lips brush against your temple, nose catching at the salty wetness of your tears.

simon will take care of everything, fill the bathtub with warm water so you'll be able to wash yourself up so slipping into the clean underwear and one of his shirts would feel even more comfortable, as he'd change the sheets and dump them to washing machine along with your panties, hell, he'd even buy a new clean mattress, anything, just to not see you upset again.

you come back to the room not on your legs, but nuzzled against simon's solid chest as he carries you to the clean bed, adorned with a dark shade of sheets in case something will happen again, as he settles you beneath the softness of the blanket and lays behind you, cloaking your form with his, moving his palms to rest them on your tummy, rubbing twining, lulling circles on your relaxed skin.

main masterlist. quidelines.

[yeyinde]

body electric | everyone x f!reader

It's the burn of hindsight, that fuzzy little thing called moribund that leaks into your marrow as you all take turns showering (they let you go first, unspoken, of course), and converge around the large meeting room where everything—including Simon Riley—was exposed. 

Several drinks in, Gaz turns to you and says: never have I ever… had a gangbang before, and things quickly devolved from there. 

(Well. You can scratch that off your bucket list.)

Simon, Price, Gaz, Soap, Alejandro, Rudy x f!Reader

⇾warnings: unfettered filth; gendered reader, gendered terminology, female!reader; oral—m&f receiving; unsafe sex; p-in-v sex, fingering; anal, rimming, anal fingering; this is a 6 man gangbang ummmmmmmm what more can i add? 

⇾notes: um. yeah. it is what it is and it is nasty.

thank you so much @moondirti for encouraging me to write this, and @sprout-fics and @guyfieriii for the juicy ideas (and full credit for the makeout sess with Rudy goes to @guyfieriii) 🖤

(@ tumblrstaff, please don't delete my blog for this)

also, thank u so much cod fandom. if this revokes my fandom license, just know that it's an absolute honour and privilege to go out into the way i came in—with nothing but filth. 

you only have yourselves to blame. and this person in particular 😭

It starts like this: 

Price, a little bruised around the edges, and worn from the helicopter, grumbles about needing a drink. Gaz, a little quieter than usual, a little subdued, nods firmly beside him. 

It's a spate—Shepherd, Graves—and the cumulation of it all leaves you feeling a little lour, a little out of it. Betrayal, death. You all reek of gunpowder and ichor. 

That may be why there is a palpable sense of relief when Alejandro and Rudy fish out some bottles stashed away in the kitchen. He holds two by the nozzle, hefts them in the air, and says:

Who wants some?

No one, not even Ghost, says no. 

It's the burn of hindsight, that fuzzy little thing called moribund that leaks into your marrow as you all take turns showering (they let you go first, unspoken, of course), and converge around the large meeting room where everything—including Simon Riley—was exposed. 

Several drinks in, Gaz turns to you and says: never have I ever…, and things quickly devolved from there. 

That was then, before you knew how Price, Soap, Gaz Alejandro, and Rodolfo, liked to kiss. 

Price—rough, just like everything else about him; shades of smouldering tobacco leaves in the form of an unrelenting powerplay. He batters you into docility, leaves you feeling vapid and stupid by the time his hands rubs circles on the small of your back, the other holding your chin and leading you—always a leader, always—in whichever direction he wants. He's a thinly-veiled lesson in discipline. When you stray from his command, his fingers—thick, and bruising—are immediately there to reprimand you. He tastes like leather and smells like suede. His beard grazes your face until you feel a little sunburnt, a little dazed. He smells of low-grade motor oil and charred pinyon, and the musk of it makes you feel more intoxicated than the aged tequila on your tongue. 

His tongue curls over your teeth and the noises he lets out are rasping guttural growls. The kicking engine of a classic car that was left to idle for too long. An American muscle car, maybe. The whiplash bellow of a Hemi purring against your lips. A mustang, a Chevelle. Something drenched in masculinity and oozing authority. 

It's controlled. Blistering. He shifts your body around until you're tucked into the warm press of his chest. His hold is ironclad. No escape. 

It's Soap, then, something falling from his lips. My turn, maybe. But nothing is solid in the effervescent grey matter saturating your thoughts. You feel drunk with pink peppercorn and sweetgrass when it envelopes you from behind. 

His hands pull you away from Price, murmurs of soft words, things meant for a lover spill from his full pink lips. So pretty, hen; gonna make you feel so good. His eagerness shows he slots his pelvis to yours, and the hard, firm bulge of him nearly has you seeing stars. 

Soap lingers for a moment, fingers tracing the wet curve of your raw lips, chafed and irritated by the bristles of Price's beard. 

It wouldn't be wrong to call the way he touches the drying amalgam of yours and Price's—captain Price, superior, boss; untouchable—saliva obscene. It's filthy the way he grazes his finger under the curve of your lip, eyes honeycomb and wanting. 

"Wanna gimme a kiss, hen?"

When he asks you like that, soft and hushed, the ghost of his breath across your stinging lips, you can't say no. 

His mouth is molten on yours. He kisses you like he's starving for it. It's wet, and messy. Spittle drips down your chin when he shoves his tongue in your cavern, chasing your taste. Teeth clash, and your lips are pulled softly into his mouth until they swell, bruised and numbed. He only pulls away when you gasp, begging for air, grinning wickedly in the amber glow. 

You barely have a second to catch your breath before Gaz is there, hands firm on your ass, dragging you into him. 

Gaz peppers you in small, full kisses. Open mouth, teeth sinking into the plush bed of your bottom lip, suckling it into his mouth. Then he pulls away, leaves you dazed, and leaning forward, chasing the thrill of him. He huffs, hands sliding around the curve of your waist. Want it bad, eh? 

A tidal wave. A storm surge. They batter against you until you're drunk off the taste of them. An illicit elixir of sin. A tantalising tease of what's to come. 

Alejandro kisses you with unmatched finesse. Velvet soft sensuality that tastes of spiced clove and armoise. It starts slow. Just the press of his lips on yours. They lift into a grin, teeth sealed when you whimper and try to chase the santalum on his tongue. He laughs: a low, throaty chuckle, and wedges the tip between his teeth. A small taste, but not nearly enough to satiate you. You feel a little bit like you're floating in the clouds when his tongue finally fills the gap between your teeth; roiling over every inch of space he can find. 

You feel like a beached log—ruined by the gritty sand on the bottom of the seafloor, and spat back out into dry land. Covered in the taste of them all, you find yourself slipping off a steep precipice into a chasm you can't climb out of. 

It's Rodolfo, then, who grounds you. 

His hand is warm on your chin—a beacon of light in a dark tunnel. His lips are a balm to your irritated, bruised flesh. It's sweet. The taste of sweet Brachetto d'Acqui and hedgerow blossoms. He smells of golden copal and kisses you like he's pressing his lips to the hands of his Father; a baptism in soft skin and reverent touches that make you feel like you've been found. Its featherlight whispers of his lips across your skin: the corners of your mouth, the soft skin between your chin and lower lip. 

Hands on your waist, hot and heavy. Soap sinks his face in the space between your shoulder blades with a slow drawl of your name, teeth grazing your flesh. His stubble abrades your flesh until you're trembling in their embrace. Static shocks of pleasure bloom in the pits of your stomach. 

Rodolfo's head drops, murmured words spilling in hymnals as he nuzzles your neck. Soft, gentle. He puts you together again just to dissolve you into ashes from psalms. 

Gaz leaks grape cigarillos, and nag champa incense when he presses flush to your side. 

It's when he asks Alejandro if there's any oil, any lube, does it start to sink into your sun-warmed flesh that this is happening. It's real.

You could blame Gaz— never have I ever had a threesome or a gangbang —but the idea mushroomed inside of your head, sporous and damning, until it was all you could think about. you, of course, weren't immune to the sudden hush that fell over the group drinking near the table when you stammered out your answer: 

No, I've never had a threesome or a gangbang before.

It all happened so suddenly. The atmosphere was a rich, dense cloud of feverish energy buzzing around you; a miasma of hedonism in smoke and white musk. 

Price, then, behind you. Alejandro's barking laughter (no way, cariño, you're too beautiful to never have been fucked like that before). The way Soap's eyes gleamed in the light. Rudy's quiet shake of his head. Ghost's eyes liquifying: heavy, midnight oil on your skin. The sound of glass cracking when Gaz said:

Well, would you? 

Would I…? Silence. Poignant. Stifling. 

Would you ever have a gangbang? 

It spiralled from there. Gaz's words burrowing into your skin. His hands—are hot and heavy on your body. Soap dropping to his knees as he lifted your leg up on his shoulder, breathing deeply against your clothed cunt. 

Want to, hen? Wanna take all a'us? 

Alejandro's sharp breath. Might break her, hermano. Don't know about you, but I'm a big man.

Yeah, Price's mouth on yours, breath ghosting over your trembling lips. The scratch of his beard rubbing your skin until it was pink and flushed. Ain't the only one, mate. 

Lips searing into yours. Sensual rolls of his tongue from Alejandro, hands roaming across your back. A soft, sweet series of kisses that left you breathless from Rudy. Messy, almost hypoxia-inducing ones from Soap that made your head spin, and drool dripped down your chin, your neck, covering your chest. An intense, blistering assault by Gaz, his hand firm on the nape of your neck. 

It felt a little bit like a dream. Feverish and desperate. Tinged in the surrealism of being passed around like a prized trophy kissed after a well-won match. 

It feels like a cacoethes and carries the taste of Alejandro's tequila. Bad decisions made under terrible influence. 

And now—

Now:

There are hands on your body—many of them, in fact: Price holding the back of your knees up to your chest as he swipes his tongue over your aching cunt, lapping at your clit; Soap's on your nipples, pinching and tugging until you're mewling at the sharp pleasure-pain that ripples down your spine. Rodolfo stroking your face, murmuring in dulcet Spanish about how good you are, how pretty you look with your captain between your thighs. Alejandro's fingers ghosting over your torso, and trailing down to your throbbing clit when Price forces the thick of his tongue inside your quivering hole. 

It edges into overstimulation; you're equally aware of every single brush across your trembling flesh, and completely gone at the same time. Dissolved into liquid mush. 

And they haven't even really started yet. 

Gaz is gone somewhere in search of the petroleum jelly in the office upstairs. Ghost leans against the wall—not willing, you think, to partake but still here, still watching you spread out on the table where he dropped his mask for the first time as everyone touches you. 

"Fuck, cariño," Alejandro rasps, his finger pressing against your clit in tandem with Price's tongue fucking into the clutch of you. It's too much—his voice is heavy with sin and the heft of it makes you quake. "Bonita. You're so pretty like this, eh? All flushed pretty carmesí and aching for it." 

Rodolfo, Rudy he murmurs low in your ear when you whimper his name, chuckles. "She's stunning, eh, hermano."

"Fuckin' right," Soap breathes, his fingers drifting across your smeared lips. "You want this, aye, bonnie? Want us to fuck you silly?"

All you can do is moan brokenly around his hand, fingers rubbing across your tongue. 

"Where's Gaz?" Price grumbles into your cunt, beard grazing your inner thighs. "Wanna fuck this tight pussy already, love. Need to feel you around my cock—"

He punctuates his words with the tips of his blunt fingers, pushing two of them into your dripping hole. The sting makes you keen, makes your knees shake. You want to say too much, too sudden, but you can't speak around the three fingers shoved into your throat.

The look on your face makes Alejandro groan. "I want your mouth, cariño. Can I?" 

"Christ, hermano," Soap huffs, amused. Tone draped in sex. It makes your thighs quiver. "Ready to start, then?" 

"I am," Price grouses, nose flushed against your clit. "I've been thinkin' about this cunt for a long time, love."

They move in tandem. Seamless weaving with one singular goal of stuffing you full of all of them. 

Soap pulls his hand away, rubbing your slick over his flushed cock. 

You moan against Alejandro's cock when he presses it to the seal of your quivering mouth. His hand is firm on your head, but his eyes are gentle. He waits for you, holding still until you give him your affirmation to continue. The sight of his flushed, tanned cock makes you whimper. He smells of sin: oud and myrrh; heady and thick. Your head swims with the way it clots in your lungs.  

Your mouth aparts, tongue rolling out over the weeping head of his cock. It's salty. Brinny. You moan a little when it slides deeper into your mouth. 

"Jesus—," Soap pants, rough and slurred. The noise jars into you. 

Hands fall over you again, and you lose track of who is touching you when Price groans into your cunt, and Alejandro pushes your jaw open wider, sliding more of his cock into your mouth. 

The air buzzes with something bordering on frenetic. Pent up energy from the success of the mission, the alcohol spuming in your veins. The high of the win burns through everyone. 

This—a gangbang —would never have happened if it wasn't somehow the perfect storm, the coalescence of all the right emotions. 

It's intense. Surreal. 

And then Alejandro pitches his hips forward with a smoked groan, murmurs:

"Fuck, gonna cum, cariño. Are you gonna swallow it for me?"

A hushed silence falls around you. It's one thing to attend, but another to partake, and you wonder if they are realising that this is the point of no return. 

It's met with a soft moan. 

You want it. Want his cum. Want to taste more of that salty haar tang in your throat, feel it settle in the pit of your belly. Hot and syrupy thick. 

He pitches his hips forward, hand sliding up the length of his cock not buried in your throat, stroking himself as you suckle on his head. It's sloppy, and wet, and fuck —

Alejandro is the first to cum. The first to spill his milky release on your tongue. It's salty, briny. Not at all dissimilar to the margaritas he handed you hours ago.

His moan is choked and hoarse, a low bellow in the depths of his belly that rumbles through you in a series of deep uh, uh, uhs. 

You barely have time to swallow when Rudy is there. Hands on your cheek, eyes lidded and pleading. Can I, cariño? 

Alejandro's cum spills from your tongue when he pulls away, dribbling down your chin, neck. It puddles on your chest where Soap's thumb catches the droplets, smearing them around your hard nipples. 

You nod, swallowing down the mouthful of cum, brows furrowed in pleasure with each roll of Price's tongue laving at your cunt; the gentle way Soap kneads your flesh. 

Rudy shuffles closer, and the flavour of cardamom spumes around you. His body burns hot, heavy cock twitching in his grip. Your mouth drops, tongue lulling out, and he grunts at the sight, eyes cresting. 

"You're beautiful, mi Reina."

Rudy's cock brushes across your tongue, eyes shuddering when you wrap your lips around him, head tipping back in pleasure. "Fuck…"

Your tongue laves over his slit, tasting the salty spill of him. His breath is ragged, heavy. There is no warning—just a strangled choke of your name—and then he's cumming on your tongue, ropes spurting over your cheeks and chin. 

You gasp, wet and broken, and absolutely filthy. 

"That's it—," Price mumbles against you, blowing a huff of air across your slit. It makes your toes curl—the perfect mix of not enough and too much, and—

Rudy strokes your hair, eyes glazed. The angle is awkward, but his mouth slots over yours, tongue rubbing over the mess they made of you. He kisses you like he's worshipping you. Like you're the best thing he'd ever tasted, and he can't get enough. 

There is a blunt pressure against your core. A delicious coil inside of you unspooling. 

Price has three fingers buried to the knuckle inside of you, tongue rolling over your clit, when you cum around him, knees shaking as you moan at the tight clutch of your walls stretched taut. 

"Fuck," Soap breathes, taking Rudy's place when he pulls away from you, lips red and glossy. He pushes his blunt head against your cheek. Cum spurts out, splattering across your face in thick milky ropes. "That's what you sound like when you cum? Jesus—"

You barely have time to catch your breath when Price lifts his head, beard soaked in your slick. Heat pools in your belly again at the sight. He looks like ruin. Wet and dark, and hungry. You whimper when he rubs the scuff of his damp beard over your spread pussy. Coarse hair grazes your clit, and the spark of pleasure has you seeing double. Makes liquid bliss bloom in your chest. 

"Couldn't wait, eh, cap?" Gaz returns with a wink, waving the bottle of jelly in his hands when he moves into your periphery. 

"Can it, and get over here." 

"Impatient."

Price helps you sit up, mouth stinging, and sticky with cum and saliva. His eyes catch in the dimming light high in the rafts. Drunken desire spools in the shades of sapphire blue. His thumb brushes across the corner of your mouth. 

"Might have to see you like this more often, love."

"Shooting your shot already, cap?" Gaz drawls, humour lacing in his tone. 

"Not my fault you waited too long."

"You're lucky," Alejandro rumbles. Firm hands fall to your shoulders, rubbing the knots in your back until your head falls, forehead pressed to Price's chest with a moan. "Should stay here, cariño. I'll make you happy. Get you nice and fat on Mexican food, and swollen with mis hijos e hijas."

"Sí," Rudy's lips brush the shell of your ear, whispering saccharine words in Spanish. "We'll live on the farm. Drinking wine every day. I'll take you to the coast."

You shudder, belly spuming with heat. Overwhelmed, dizzy. It's a dangerous elixir. A deadly combination. It makes you want, yearn. 

"No way," Soap huffs. "She's comin' home with us. Back to the UK where she can sit on my cock whenever she wants—"

"You're all wrong," Gaz scoffs. "Price called dibs the moment—"

"That's enough." His command is rough, dry. 

Gaz glances at you, and the humour shifts. Darkens. "Fuck, look what they did to you already." 

You feel it, thick and viscous, on your burning skin. The flush deepens. You can only imagine what you look like. Your lashes are clumped together, and heavy. Cheeks irritated from the beard burn and the saline smear of cum over your flesh. Swollen, cock-bruised lips. Messy in voluptuary pearlescent. 

"You look good," Soap says, taut, and slightly breathless. 

They stare at you like you're a banquet—a feast. Your heart thuds in your chest, cum-filled belly rolling. Its—

Powerful. Sensual. 

Price's eyes flutter when he leans over you, hands feverish when they fall on your skin. "Gotta move you, now, love. That alright?"

You swallow and taste the ocean. The sea. "Y—yeah."

He shudders. A frisson flurries across his face. "Good."

His hands are solid on your body as they manoeuvre you until your belly is flushed to the table, panting against the damp fabric beneath you. He presses his cock against your ass, letting you feel the iron-hard, velvety soft heat of him. You push your hips back, cunt throbbing. You want it. Want his cock. Want him to fill you up until you're stuffed and fat, and—

Happy, Alejandro said. Happy. 

"Soon, love," his voice is a thunderclap in a bottle. You tremble when the balmy heat of him moves away from you, leaving you spread and exposed. 

"Fuck," Gaz murmurs. His hand trails down your spine, fingers slipping between the crease of your ass. 

He spoke to you about it already. Five of us. Wanna—he licked his lips, eyes hooded and caramel rich—wanna let me fuck your ass?

In for a penny. 

Gaz shushes you when you whimper, mouth ghosting over the soft flesh of your ass. He wastes no time. His fingers dig into your cheeks, spreading them open. You mewl. Your body is electrified: too much, too soon, too raw—too exposed; but Gaz groans deep in his throat. 

"Fuck, look at you." 

He doesn't give you a moment; doesn't waver even when Soap tells him to move away so they can see. There is no preamble. His tongue laves over your asshole, a filthy grunt spilling from his lips as he tastes your flesh.

"Steamin' Jesus, Gaz," Soap groans. Slick noises can be heard behind you. "Fuckin' Christ—"

It's strange. The sensation is heightened by the awareness that everyone—everyone—is watching Gaz devour your ass like it's the best meal he's had in weeks. You quiver, dropping your head into the table. Price stands by your side, cock jerking each time you moan. 

His hand on your head is a comfort. A heavy weight. Your hips rock back into Gaz's tongue, keening when it slips into your hole. It doesn't hurt, but there's an insistent pressure as he stretches you open. 

A cold, slick finger joins soon after, and the ache makes you choke. 

"S'alright, love," Price murmurs, and your lachrymose eyes blink open, gritty and sticky, and dart to him. His hand tightens around the base of his cock. Your cunt throbs at the sight. "Focus on me, yeah?"

"C—captain—"

The rawness in your voice makes him groan. Makes them groan. You can hear Alejandro swear. Soap grunt. More slick noises reverberate around you, and you flush. Cheeks burning. They're getting themselves off to this. To Gaz fingering your tight asshole open for their cocks. Another hole for them to slip inside. 

Fuck, fuck fuck—

"That's it," Price coos, low and smoky, and filled with rough tobacco. 

His hand threads through your hair as Soap's roam your body, slipping beneath your chest and the table, punching your nipples, stroking your belly. Rudy, or maybe Alejandro—you can't see, can't tell—tap on your clit as two fingers are pushed back into your throbbing cunt. 

You want them. Want it. 

"P—please—"

Price groans, his cock spitting out prespend that dribbles down the length of him. "I want you to suck my cock, love. Will you do that for me?" 

You nod, core quivering as a rush of heat flutters down to the base of your spine. You still taste Alejandro, Rudy, on your tongue. 

You wonder if Price tastes just as good.

Price helps you move, and angles his cock toward you, grunting when your wet, sloppy mouth seals over the head. 

He tastes even better. Salty and bitter. Tobacco ash and smoke. You want to drown in it. 

Gaz stretches your ass as you swallow your captain's cock, and your head still spins with that notion, not quite able to believe you're on your knees for them, spread open, and being readied for all of them that take. 

It cudgels into your stomach: a gnarling frisson that makes throb, makes you push back onto Gaz's fingers, his tongue, and moan around Price's cock. 

"That enough, Gaz?" He sounds wrecked when he speaks. Ashes and gasoline; it's saturated in want. The air crackles with impatience. 

His tongue slides across your fluttering hole in a long, wet stripe, as if savouring the taste of you before he pulls back. 

"Yeah—," it's wet when it slurs out of him. His fingers press against your loose hole, moaning a little when you greedily take the tips inside. "Fuck, she's more than ready, cap."

Price wastes no time. He pulls you off of him, and the others—all communicating in a series of strange commands you can't decipher through the rush in your head—all make room for him. 

He turns you around, and lifts you onto the table, legs spread around the thick of him. His cock throbs against your pussy when you wiggle back, trying to get comfortable on the bed of masks—Ghost's masks—and it hits you, now, that you're going to get fucked. That your pussy and your ass have been stretched, prepped, and are ready for them. All of them. 

He stares down at you, nostrils flaring, and the dark look in his molten sapphire gaze makes you wonder if he feels it, too. If it's hitting him with just as much of a punch as it is you. 

His cock nudges against your hole. He pauses, eyes flickering up from the seal of your cunt around his flushed, engorged head, to confirm, one last time, if you want this. If you're sure.

It's debauched and absolutely filthy, but—your hand reaches out when Soap steps up, cock bobbing with each step, and you grasp his shaft. Alejandro's fingers ghost over your bruised, swollen mouth, and you let him lead your head to his throbbing cock, lips sealing over the leaking head. 

Rudy's hands are reverent when he takes your other hand, bringing it to his length. 

It's all the confirmation he needs, but still. Price waits. Your heart thunders in your chest. Your captain—always so—

The thought is nipped when you nod around Alejandro, and he pushes inside of your pussy. Stretching your cunt with his girth. You moan, legs falling open wider as he splits you apart. 

It's good. It's too much. It's—

He feeds it into you, lips curled up in a snarl as you split around him. He grunts—rasping growls that spool inside of your core until you're white-hot, and whimpering. 

"Come on, love," is rucked from his throat. A battering ram against your chest swinging hard, and ferocious until you see stars. "You can take me."

It makes you tremble. Makes the world around you grind together; tectonic plates shifting, crashing. Earthquake tremors along the base of your spine, rattling your bones. It cracks them open, and leaks Nirvana through your bloodstream. 

Price's cock wrenches you open. Each inch jarring the soporific slurry of sex and smoke congealing heavy in your veins until you're mewling around Alejandro's cock. 

His groans of pleasure as resin thick; smouldering sandalwood. Cracking sap. He works himself inside of you, gruff praises falling from his still-damp lips. You feel good. This pretty cunt was made to get ruined, wasn't it? Take me, love. That's it. They slide over your skin, oud oil and syrup thick, until your flesh prickles with goosebumps. 

Alejandro's cock hits the gummy walls of your throat, his grunt curls over you. Clove and amber. You burn. There is a give, and then—

His hips slide against yours, cunt stuffed to the brim with his cock. Tears leak down your cheeks at the feeling of him sitting so heavy inside of you, at the blunt press of Alejandro's cock choking you in shallow thrusts. 

"Bloody hell—," he groans, head tipping back as he stares at the seal of your pussy taut around the base. "Look'it you. So full of cock. You look like you were made for this, pretty thing."

"Our little slut, eh?" Alejandro huffs, pushing his hips closer to your face as you lap at him. "If her pussy feels as good as her mouth, hermano, I won't last too long."

"Fuck, can't wait to fuck you next," Soap grunts, his hand wrapping around yours as he guides you along, showing you what he likes. "Cannae fuckin—"

Rudy's hand falls to your swaying chest, rubbing your aching nipples as Price begins to fuck you, filling you up over and over again with his fat cock. 

It's good. It's so fucking good. You whine around Alejandro, and feel molten pleasure bloom in your belly as they use you, revere you; eyes fixed on your body as you take them all in. 

"I'm gonna cum soon," Price grunts, his hips pistoning into you hard enough to jar the table. The metal legs grind against the cement floor. The room filled with the scent of sex and the lewd noises that spill from the wet squelch of your cunt greedily swallowing down your captain's cock. The suckling sound of Alejandro fucking your throat. "Look at you, look at this pretty fucking cunt taking me—"

Soap's fingers fall to your clit as Price hits the plug of your womb with the blunt head of his cock, sending pleasure ricocheting down your spine until you're arching off the table. Muscles coil, tightening together as he knocks into the soft walls of your pussy, sending you reeling. 

"Ah, fuck—," Alejandro grunts. "I'm gonna cum, cariño. You'll swallow it for me, eh? Swallow it all—fuck—"

He cums down your throat for the second time, hands stroking your face as he feeds it to you with muttered words in slurred Spanish too fast for you to pick up.

You can't focus. Can't think—

The taste of cum on your tongue, the blissed noses that spill around you, and the way Price fucks you deep, battering against your fluttering walls have you seeing stars. 

You moan, nearly choking on the thick cum that drenches you. Soap leans down, spits on your clit, and rubs the mess in with his fingers. It's feral. It's disgusting—

Your cunt spasms as you're shoved over the precipice, squeezing and throbbing like a heartbeat around the thick plug of Price's cock as he spears it against your womb; a battering ram into your flesh. 

"Jesus, captain," Soap sounds awed, voice pitched low and slurred. "Just givin' it to her, aye?"

"Fuckin' hell—"

He cums inside of you with a grunt of your name draped in liquid sin. Cock twitching deep inside of you, pressed taut to your womb. He holds it there and makes you take it. Drowns your cunt in his thick cum. 

It's wet between your thighs. Your throat clicks when you swallow, nose burning from the flood of briny cum Alejandro poured down your throat. 

Price pulls out slowly, taps the head of his sticky cock against your clit, and you flush at the feeling of him leaking out of you. 

There is no respite. Gaz's hands are on your body, head numb and fuzzy, as they speak about the intricacies of fucking you, of filling you up. 

"Think she's ready for two?"

"Are you?" Soap's fingers fall to your aching cunt, spreading the thick cum around your clit. "Can you take us both?"

"No. Not yet." It's Ghost who speaks, and your belly rolls at the low husk of his voice. 

"Yeah, give her one more." 

Soap's fingers slip into your cunt, and curl against your sensitive walls. "Fuck, captain. You filled her up good."

Rudy's thumb presses against the seam of your mouth, eyes pleading when he stares down at you. His thick cock grasped in his hand. 

You're little more than a ragdoll. An offering between the gods. Soap parts your thighs, head tapping against your throbbing cunt. 

Price leans against a beam close by, eyes burning into you in search of any glimmer of distress. Having him close by calms you. Makes you relax. You settle, mouth popping open for Rudy as Soap pushes himself into your pussy. 

"Fuck, your pussy feels incredible—"

He lets out a string of curses in rapid-fire Scots, burying the full length of himself into your cunt. 

He fucks you like he's aching for it. A madman. His hips bludgeon into you until you're seeing stars, until you're choking around Rudy's cock. It's too much. Too much—

You want more. 

Rudy's hands are gentle on your face, brushing your hair away as he cants his hips. His cock slides over your tongue, and you try to hollow your cheeks, to make it good for him, but the blistering pleasure makes your mouth fall open. 

"It's okay, bonita." He murmurs, resting his head on your tongue as he fists the length of himself. "Just like this, okay? Just like this. Let me—," he fucks into his palm, eyes rolling back as he rubs his weeping slit over your tongue. 

Gaz's hand grabs your swaying breasts in his hand. "I'm gonna fuck your ass next, yeah? Gonna split your little hole open on my cock. You don't want, don't you? Wanna be fucked in all holes, like a little whore."

Fuck. Fuck—

Rudy pushes his cock into your mouth, groaning as molten cum sputters out, drenching your tongue and cheeks. 

"Oh, fuck—," Soap pants, hips slamming into you. His eyes are fixed on your messy face. "You look so fuckin' pretty with cum all over you, so fuckin' good for us, aye?"

His eyes snap shut, brow furrowed in pleasure as he buries the full length of himself inside of your spasming pussy, filling you with another load of cum. 

It's good. It's so good. The sensation of hands on your body isn't foreign anymore. Alejandro moves when Rudy finishes, stroking your hair, and leaning down to kiss your forehead. You go to him eagerly, mouth parting as he slips his softened cock into your mouth. 

Words are murmured around you, grunts and groans of pleasure so robust and full that you clench, aching at the sound of their bliss. 

Fingers on your nipples, your clit, makes you see white. Makes your back arch as liquid pleasure blooms inside your core again. 

Soap pulls out, and you barely have time to mourn the loss of him when Gaz slots between your legs, fingers falling to your ass, and slipping inside with a groan. 

"Nice and loose, now," he purrs, spreading his fingers inside your tight channel. "Gonna fuck this pretty asshole. Gonna fucking ruin you. Alejandro's gonna fuck your pussy after, eh? Maybe me and Price can fill you up at the same time, huh?"

"Gaz," his name is drenched in smoke, a shuddering rumble that stabs tight into your core when Price speaks. Your cunt throbs at the thought. "If you don't hurry up—"

"Alright, alright, cap." 

Rudy's behind you at the head of the table, hands roaming over your skin, smearing cum all over your flesh. He murmurs low, sweet words in Spanish you can't hear over the roaring in your ears when Gaz spreads your legs, cock nudging against your virgin hole. It's comforting, though. His presence is solid. Your hands grip his forearms, whining at the sting, the blunt pressure pushing into you. 

Soap groans. You can hear his voice to your left along with slick sounds of him touching his spent cock. 

"That's so fuckin' hot. Steamin' fucking Jesus—"

You're relaxed enough that Gaz slips inside without much of a burn. It feels strange: a heavy pressure, a slight sting. You're prepared enough that it's more foreign, and uncomfortable than it is painful. But it's—

Full.  

You moan when his hips buck shallowly, pushing more of him into your asshole. It's weird. It's strange. It's—

"How does it feel, love?"

Price's fingers fall on your throbbing clit. Alejandro's—you think, maybe; you can't see through the blurred tears in your eyes—push into your sopping cunt, groaning wetly at the lewd squelch of the cum inside of you. 

"It's—"

Belly full. A pressure unlike anything you'd felt before. Snug, and tight, and—

"Good," you whimper, arching your back. Your nipples are tugged. Pussy stuffed with three of Alejandro's fingers. Ass full of Gaz when he finally, finally, bottoms out with a moan. "It's so good—"

He fucks you slow, steady. Savouring the tight clench of you around him. 

Price works your clit, murmuring about how good you are. How pretty you look, full of cum and getting your ass stuffed with cock. 

"You were made for this, weren't you? Little cockslut."

It punches the air from your lungs when he hisses it into your ear. 

Gaz pushes the length of himself inside your ass, moaning about how tight you are. How he can't wait to fill you up. His hands fall, sliding over your ass cheeks until he brushes over the rim of your stretched hole, hips stuttering. 

"God," he chokes. "Fuck, you look good."

"Yeah, she does," Soap breathes, hands palming at your body, rough and hot and tacky with his release. They glide up the length of your body, pressing into your swollen mouth. "Open up for me."

His fingers taste of pennies when he pushes them against your tongue, stroking over your flesh. He thrusts them in tandem to the rolls of Gaz's cock splitting you deeply. It's a filthy crescendo of moans, grunts, the sloppy wet sound of your gummy mouth being fucked by three of Soap's fingers, and the lewd, fleshy snap of Gaz's pelvis and thighs slapping against yours. 

Rudy strokes your hair, pushing the tangled mess of it out of your eyes, and murmurs about how good you're being. The soft praise prickles over you like the warm glow from an altar candle. The heat makes your eyes burn, stinging with tears, and you take what they give you, and try not to get lost in the rapture of their flesh staining your skin. 

Price's finger pushes against your sensitive clit. Rudy's soft voice permeates around like burning incense. The heavy weight, the foreign slide, of Gaz stretching your channel makes you keen low in your throat, muffled by the messy drag of Soap's knuckles on the roof of your mouth. 

You cum again, shuddering from the billowing pleasure blanketing you from all sides, and fall into the embrace of Rudy's arms. Price's hands are a plinth on your hips, keeping you up, keeping you grounded, and Gaz works himself to completion, scorched words of bliss spilling from gritted teeth.

Soap leans down, tongue catching the mess spilling from your gaping mouth. Alejandro rubs your fluttering walls. It's intense. Overwhelming. You're surrounded by a dense smog of pleasure and musk: clove cigarettes, bayberry, oakmoss, and the thick tang of a wet, loam and humus forest. 

The drawling moan Gaz lets out makes your core ache. He buries himself deep, hips glued to the plush seam of your ass, and he spills deep inside of you. 

"Joder, cariño, you look good with your ass stuffed, eh?"

You can't speak around Soap's fingers. The only noise that spills is a sloppy, wet moan. 

Gaz presses kisses into your spine, slowly, slowly, pulling out of your ass. 

"Yeah, she does." He slurs, rubbing his chin over the small of your back. "Who's next?" 

Everything blurs into a fever dream of hands and tongues, and the delicious stretch of your cunt, your ass, as they stuff you full of them. Filthy words are whispered into your temple as they grow bolder with your body. 

Price gets you off just by slapping his palm over your clit until you clench around Rudy's cock. Soap licks up your tears, fingers pressed as far down your throat as he can get them, and murmurs how sexy you look full of cum. How he can't get enough of your tight cunt and pretty little hole.

You were made for them, Alejandro whispers, and pulls your hips down until you're seated on his cock. The blunt head of Rudy's cock soon presses to your wet asshole, bottoming out with a deep groan. His hands are reverent as they run across your flesh, choked whimpers falling out about how fucking stunning you look when you're stuffed to the brim. 

You sob between them as they share a messy kiss over your shoulder, grunting into each other's mouths as they ruin you. 

Gaz and Price drag you away soon after they finish, petting your messy hair away from your sticky, sweaty forehead, and splitting you apart between them. You scream into Price's chest as he holds the fat of your ass cheeks open for Gaz to rut into like a man starved for it. Possessed. He coos in your ear when Soap shoves his cock into your gaping mouth, choking you on the thick of him. So fucking good, love. Meant for this. After we'll run you a bath and you sit on my cock while I clean you up, hmm? 

You feel a little stripped down to the marrow, pulverised under their wanting hands; when Price presses into your womb, and cums again. The molten spume inside soothes the throbbing ache of your core. A debauched balm to a raw wound. 

It would be a lie to say you hate the way it feels to be so full of them. To have their taste in your tongue, sticking to the back of your throat, pooling in your belly, your pussy, your guts. You're full and sore and you feel like one massive contusion—broken and battered and barely clinging to sentience—when his cock slips free with a wet squelch. 

It's a little surreal, but—

Comfortable. It shouldn't be. It should be weird, and awkward, and—

Fuck. You had sex with five men in the span of several hours. Your teammates, your captain, no less. And yet. 

Yet:

You feel full in a way you'd never been before. Satiated and stupidly fucking happy. 

Price snorts when you lay back on the floor, a blissed-out smile tugging on the corners of your mouth.

"Liked it, did you?"

You don't have the capacity for speech. Words escape you. They can't seep through the salty mess in your throat. 

Instead, you moan—low and needy—and feel your belly quiver when Price's eyes flash. Smoke and embers. And when Alejandro groans aloud. When Rudy's hand trembles on your skin. When Soap's hand falls to his spent, softened cock, unable to stop the thrum of desire when you sound like you had the best meal in years. When Gaz shivers, and says please tell me we can play this game more often. 

It's good. It's—

Footsteps. A hush. A shadow falls over you.

Then: "decide to join in, after all, Lt?"

Ghost's hands are hot on your sensitive flesh.

He says nothing as he crouches down on the floor where Gaz and Price dragged you, but his eyes are liquid when he stares at the mess of you. Drenched, you're sure, in cum; it leaks down your chin, out of your sensitive, raw pussy, and your aching hole. Doused in their pleasure, and burning from the sting of their ardour. 

"Fuck, Lt," Soap murmurs, dazed. He'd spent himself on your face only moments ago, and when your glassy eyes fall to him, you find him staring fixed at the apex of your thighs where Ghost slots himself between. "You're gonna ruin her—"

You don't know what he means until you look back. The air in your lungs catches, eyes widening. He's huge. Fat and throbbing, prespend leaks down the absurd length of himself. It twitches when he catches you staring at him, sticky, numbed mouth dropping open. 

"S—sir—"

His hand slides, fists the base of himself. He taps the head of his cock against your quivering, sloppy cunt. "Can you take me, pet?"

Shit. Shit—

You don't think you can, not at all, but—

Slick noises around you. Grunts of pleasure. Murmured words. They want to see you split apart on his cock. Stuffed full. Your belly lurches. Heat simmers inside of you once again. 

Your trembling eyes find his, and you lay back against the floor, knees parting. Inviting. Your tongue rolls over your bottom lip. 

"Fill me up, sir—"

He snarls. 

Ghost doesn't wait. Doesn't touch you with softness, or reverence. His hands are branding, white-hot, when they fall to your thighs, pushing your knees to your chest. His eyes are glued to the messy seam of your cunt, spilling viscous cum down your ass until it pools below you in a puddle. 

You're wrecked. Ruined. You'd had all of them inside of you—your mouth, your pussy, your ass—except him, and your belly flips, head a muddled slurry of want, want, want as the fat head of his cock slips over the milky mess, catching on your ruined, red hole.

"Thought you got lost, Ghost," Alejandro says, words carrying secrets you can't make sense of. 

"Never." 

He pushes the mushroomed head into your cunt, rumbling at the give of your body as you part for him, sucking him in deep. Ghost fills you up until your belly bulges with the length of him. 

Soap moans at the sight. At the way you take the massive cock burrowing deep inside of you. 

They all seem to be enjoying the way he ruins you. Over the heft of his shoulder, the thick bracket of his arms, you see them all staring at the way he wrecks you. Batters your body with wet, sloppy noises spilling out. 

He fucks you slow: long, deep plunges into your core, gaze sliding in increments to your face, slack and tacky with lashes clumped together with an amalgamation of spittle and cum, and the stretch of your cunt swallowing him to the root. It's intense. Dizzying. 

You feel pushed past your breaking point: overarching beyond the mettle until you're a raw nerve exposed to the corrosive chemicals in the air. Split apart and reassembled into something new and vulnerable. You're chafed and aching, and it edges on painful, and blistering like a third-degree burn being rubbed against rough wool. But despite the sting, the graze still feels good when it itches over your inflamed skin. A balm that burns before it soothes. 

Ghost—Simon, now, you suppose since he's currently eight inches deep inside of your sore cunt—seems to somehow know. Maybe it's the hoarse crackle in your throat when he hits you deeply, or the exhausted droop of your eyes when he presses his weight against you, filling you up until he sits heavy in your chest, but he takes pity on your poor, battered body bursting with the molasses thick heft of euphoria that congeals inside of your marrow. His thrusts are punctured by the soft way he gazes at you. A physical weight to his stare slams into your chest with each roll of his hips, nudging you back to that steep precipice you'd dropped from so many times you'd lost count. 

The dance is familiar. 

But the gentle, almost possessive, way he touches you isn't. 

"Fuck, Lt. Can see you bulging through her belly." 

Soaps words are met with a rasping snarl, a brutal piston of his cock into your gummy, wrung-out walls. A hand falls to your belly, feeling the swell, and the pressure has phosphenes burning your eyelids when they snap shut at the heavy mist of pleasure that falls on you. 

You don't think you can cum again. Your head is a slurry of intense pleasure: gummy and stupid on the way they fucked the sense out of you. Synopses misfire. You feel like you're barely cognisant anymore. 

It's not good enough, though. 

His fingers find your clit, pressing against the tender nub until you're bucking against him, trying to get away from the agonising euphoria pounding through your core. 

"I want to feel you cum on my cock, pet." 

You can't—

You really can't. But he doesn't relent. He shoves himself into your quivering cunt until you see stars flash across your eyes, and the scent of nirvana permeates in the air. 

If you won't go willingly to the vertiginous edge, he'll drag you there instead.

A sharp thrust has your mind whiting out; the overstuffed feeling of being stretched to the brim sits heavy in your core. Your nails press into his shoulders, desperate to hang on to something tangible, real. They dig deeper until the moons flood with blood. It makes him groan—deep, low; rucked coals over open flames—and the noise has you reaching for Orion with your bare hands, mouth dropped low to catch the cosmic dust that permeates in the air between you. 

"Fuck—" a sharp whimper has him huffing into your neck, a satisfied noise he can't bite off, can't stifle. 

He likes it. Likes spreading you open, and watching you squirm. Likes the flash of pain that flickers across your face when he first kisses your drenched core with the fat head of his cock. Eyes wide, fixed on the scrunch of your brow, the wrinkles in your nose, the deep, punctured gasps that spill from your gaping mouth—he misses nothing, stare branding you.

It's the thick of him when it splits you apart, breaks you in half, that really captures his full attention. Stuffed to the brim, and clawing at him for respite from the way he fits inside of you; he takes it all in. Eyes never wavering. Liquid want flooding the bottom ring of his lower eyelids, a molten pool half hidden behind his lash line. He gazes down at you, fans of ash cresting over. 

And then when he bottoms out, when his cock is fully seated inside of your body that struggles to make room to fit him, he lifts his gaze. A perfect polynya. He stares at you, then, watching—almost placidly, impassively—as you grit your teeth from the burn of taking him to the root. A slow roll of his hips to test your mettle; a harsh grind of his cock nestled taut against the plug of your womb. It has you singing. 

A test of the water. A battering of the futile clutch you have over your sangfroid. He won't start until it breaks. Until it shatters. 

His hands are hot when they grasp the soft skin behind your knees, pointing them down toward your swaying chest as he fucks you open in deep, almost languid cants of his hips until you're grabbing at the ground, and mewling his name. Broken, now, by his cock. 

Simon is a storm. 

A gale. He ravages you until you're dizzy with the brutal way he takes you—and takes, takes, takes —and begging for mercy. 

None comes. 

You can't barter with a typhoon. Can't make deals with a hurricane. 

It hits. Breaching your shores with enough force to ruin. 

"Simon," it is whispered low, constricted. The air in your lungs is liquifying; condensation builds until you're choking. 

Another huff. He thrusts harder, head notching into something that has you lurching forward, forehead pressing into his shoulder. You spasm around him until he growls in your ear. 

His thighs widen, pitching his hips low as fucks into you, a touch savage. Your leg slips from his hold, the back pressed against the muscles of his beneath you. The coarse hair of his legs tickles your flesh. Goosebumps erupt. You shiver. 

The breath you gasp in is wispy, and thin. It isn't enough to quench the ache in your chest, but nor is it enough to truly let you slip into the throes of hypoxia. He brings you to the brink, lets you gaze over the edge of that unknown abyss, but refuses to let you any further. His grip is unyielding. It burrows into you. 

Like this, with black moulting over your vision and phosphenes glimmering in the cosmic yonder that stretches out in front of you, you can feel everything. There is a startling clarity that rocks through you. You can feel each ridge and vein of his cock as he slams it into you, prying your walls open as he steals all the air from your lungs.

"Shit—"

He cums with a grunt that sounds like it was dragged through barbed wire. Liquid pleasure blooms when you feel him twitch inside of you, and all you can do is cling to his massive shoulders as he rides you through the throes of bliss battering into your core. 

Eyes drink you in: wide in the pale moonlight that spills from the window, cut at the bridge of his nose by the mask, jowls snapping at you. He's bathed entirely in black; drenched in tenebrose. A Stygian being looming over you, taking its wares from the tight clutch of your body, and forcing the air from your lungs until it's filled with the scent of him, and nothing more. 

"You look good like this," he murmurs, eyes fever red and cosmic black. "Fuckin' hell, pet. You were made to be fucked, weren't you?" 

Your eyes roll back into your head at the gruff sin leaking from behind his mask. 

"Yes," you whimper, voice shredded and wrecked. He's not the only one who groans at the sound of you, ruined and aching. "Fuck, I love your cocks—"

It feels like the end. Like you'd been spat out on the wrong side of a tornado, and thrust into a battle you weren't, entirely, prepared for. 

But you won. There is victory in the ache that thunders through your joints. A hard-fought war that left you a victor in the middle of a burning no man's land. 

You can hear them around you. Price stroking your hair, and whispering about how good you were. Gaz and Soap huffing with exhausted laughter that sounds a touch delirious, as if they still couldn't quite wrap their heads around the act they were buried balls deep inside of you mere moments ago. 

Alejandro and Rudy mutter to each other in blistered Spanish. You hear the clink of bottles as they toast each other over a victory, and a fucking gangbang. 

They take turns touching you. Caring for you. Rudy makes you drink water, eyes melted chocolate—glossy and sleek with the remnants of pleasure. Aqui. He says, pressing the cool bottle to your sweat-slicked forehead. Aquas. Drink up, mi corazón. 

Alejandro supports your shoulders when you struggle to sit up and take a sip. Gaz has a towel pressed to your cheeks, cleaning up the flaking mess of dried cum and sweat. Soap's hands clench yours tight when the bottle shakes in your grasp. Price is there to hold it steady. 

Ghost hasn't taken his eyes off of you once since this started. You meet his stare, gloaming light shading everything in gold. He tips his chin. A promise in the obsidian cut of his eyes. 

Thought you got lost, Ghost—

Gaz huffs. Gems shatter. Crushed into shards that sit in the palm of your hand, waiting to be reassembled. 

(Someday, you think.)

"Best game of never have I ever, ever." 

 

  "So….," Soap slurs, cheeks pink and eyes swimming with incipient desire. "Round two?"

[diejager]

Okay so this is a character I have in the works but I'd love your interpretation.

What about a BunnyDragon!reader being introduced into the monster!141? Long drooping ears, a friendly temperament, spewing green flames that bring life and heal things rather than destroying them. But their claws and teeth just as sharp and deadly as any other dragon.

Rabid Cw: reader being a menace, fire, pyromaniac, tell me if I missed any.

Laughing, you dashed off, away from the mess you four created out of sheer boredom, green flames sparking and lingering on the corner of your lips were the only proof people had to link you to the few burning heaps around the base. Your ears flopped as you ran and hopped away, a skip in your feet and a bright smile splitting your face, flashing sharper than usual teeth at people who stood in your way. They all parted, little chuckles leaving their lips when they saw you, all used to your little pranks, the sly and mischievous gleam in your eyes when you got bored and the loud steps that followed you closely, either Price, Laswell or another superior chasing after you to scold you.

“Spread out!”

You separated from the others, taking your own path from the fork. Spreading out meant that it’d take more time to catch each and every one of you to bring to Price’s office, wasted time meant that you stalled your punishment and burned through Price’s anger and disappointment. You would rendezvous back on the roof or the airfield once you’d waited out long enough, or Price would hound you back to his office for a verbal lesson on behaving and not giving him and Laswell paperwork.

Which seemed to be your situation after he sent the others to find you, Soap brought back by the scruff by Ghost, Gaz by a stalking Horangi, Rudy by a snickering Alejandro and you by a touchy König. You sat on the armrest of the worn couch, giving space for your wings to breathe and flutter behind you, occasionally moving to soothe the small ache; and your tail to sway, moving back and forth on the floor like a dog wagging it’s tail. There was a slight excitement in your body, to see how Price would react to this stunt you pulled, bigger in scale and more obnoxious with the bright flowers and lively faun that bloomed after your flames died down.

“Want to explain it to me before we start?”

You all shared a look, seconds spent staring to convey a silent message that you all agreed on and that left you to work your magic. You gave him a cheeky grin, watching his eyes narrow and his arms cross before you stared your little explanation, going onto the blandness of the base, the sheer boredom you all felt and having to find something to occupy yourself with. You could feel disappointment ooze off Price in waves, his furrowed brows and shaking head to the small snickers and laughs from the men who caught you.

“You’ll be the death of me,” Price sighed, stepping away from his desk and moving towards you with big and quick strides.

You only smiled up at him, gazing at him through squinted and amused eyes, head perked up to his bowed figure, face nearing yours with a stoic expression.

“But you love me,” you let slip out, feeling especially cheeky and proud of your work, bringing life to a grey area.

“But I love you,” he agreed with a small smile, hitting your horns with his, a display of love and affection for dragons, “Doesn’t mean you’re not getting punished, any of you.”

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[tojisun]

alejandro vargas x fem reader; valeria garza x reader

!! reader is only mentioned

price thought that the interrogation was over but alejandro stepped up again, anger oozing out of his pores as he loomed over valeria. price would have commended their captive for her straight face but he realized that it wasn’t a facade – valeria truly wasn’t scared. she didn’t give any shite for whatever alejandro was bound to say.

“where is she?” alejandro asks, his explosive anger having been reduced to a simmering rage – no longer sputtering but just as scorching. his change in temper almost distracted price from alejandro’s question but as it registers in his head, price’s body locks.

she. an unknown variable where alejandro is yet at another losing end. 

valeria straightened up on her chair, her aloof attitude overtaken by a startling anger that engulfs her in rippling waves. 

“far away,” she spits out. “where she can no longer be hurt by a goddamn cowboy.”

alejandro snaps his teeth, seizing valeria by her shoulder. the action spurs the rest of the 141 to flank both parties but neither valeria nor alejandro pay them any heed, choosing instead to keep snarling at each other.

“you poisoned her mind,” alejandro says. “you put ideas in her head, twisted the person that i am until you were able to make her resent me.”

valeria barks out a laugh, a sound that scratches her throat even though they could all hear the lack of humour behind it. her body shakes as she does so, throwing her head back in faux elation. through it, alejandro’s jaw clenches, his eyes furrowing even more as he watches her.

“oh vaquero,” valeria states as her laughter peters out. “i didn’t even have to do much, not when you actually left us. left her.” 

alejandro snatches his hand from valeria’s shoulder like he’s been burned, his face losing colour. valeria’s lips curl into a smirk, moving to sit back down as though her words had not stung even herself.

“i didn’t leave her.”

no one missed how alejandro had not refuted his claims of leaving valeria.

she hums, unbothered. “you chose war over our wife, vaquero. there is no excuse.”

and there it was, the missing piece. 

price tries not to react but his hands twitch at the revelation, the weight of what is happening settling in. he realizes that this is a territory that he rather not be part of so he turns, meeting rudy’s eyes and with a nod, they begin to escort valeria out. 

alejandro stays at the very back, quiet and lost in his own thoughts.

[blingblong55]

Sweat- Rodolfo Parra NSFW

Based on a request:

Desperate for some Rudy smut! My baby doesn’t get enough attention.

F!Reader, smut, 18+, MDNI, P-in-V, unprotected sex

It was midnight when he and you awake, he in the kitchen and you in the room. You were looking back at the videos you and him had created the night before, your moans playing over and over the speakers of your phone. You felt the sudden urge to go and mess with Rudy. Your steps are silent as you approach him from behind, kisses on his neck, your arms wrapped around his waist. "Hm, missed me that much, cariño?" he smiles and leans back, letting you kiss him more. You nod and smile, "So much, Rudy, I need you." Your voice is low and seductive.

He chuckles and then lets out a small gasp as he feels your hands wander his trousers. "You are not so innocent, R/N," he whispers, the grip he had on the pan he was using becoming weaker. You find your way to his boxers and you begin to slowly tease his length. He let out a soft moan, wanting to turn around and kiss you but you won't budge. You begin to stroke his every needy dick, he smiles and moans. He leans further back into you, and you kiss and nibble on his neck. He moans and smiles, the pleasure you always made him feel being greater than anything. He turns the stove off, and you continue to stroke his dick, making him more and more desperate for you to be a little rougher with it.

Needs that release now more than ever. He turns around and carries you, your hips around his waist. He begins to kiss your lips, savouring heaven as if it was the first time. He lays you on the bed, kissing your neck and trailing to your chest, like a madman he removes your shirt and shorts. The nightwear on the floor, he smiles and opens your legs, looking at you before placing himself in you. You nod, giving him consent.

You both gasp as he begins to thrust into you, moans and whimpers echo around the room. As they become more aggresive and passionate, the more you hold onto him. His kisses so wet and playful. "Rudy, fuck…i…so close." your head thrown back, his size making you get closer and closer to your orgasm. You can't create complete sentences as he melts your brain away. Your body and his, fitting perfectly together. His forehead against yours, sweat dripping down from both of you. Your legs wrapped to his sides, his hand on the back of your head while the other holds your hips.

You moan loudly and lean in and as you were unable to kiss him, you bite his lower lip. He groans as he gets more desperate for his release. A knot is formed in your stomach, your orgasm getting closer by the second, your head thrown back into the pillow. He groans louder, raspier and more desperate for his own release. Your eyes to him, watching as he rams his hips between your thighs. Your hands grip his arms, back arched as you cum. Your loud moans turn to whimpers when he doesn't stop thrusting into you. "Rudyyy…fuck…please…i can't..you don't know what you are doing to me!" you became sensitive as his fingers abused your clit.

He chuckles and leans back, his hand gripping your hips the second his cock began to ooze out his warm and thick seed inside of you. "Oh fuck oh fuck…" he moans and looks at you, a grin on him as he pulls out and watches his seed leak from you.

"Cariño, look at that beautiful," he leans in and plants a intimate and passionate kiss on your lips.

[konigsblog]

How about the COD boys and period sex?

please ignore this if it makes you feel uncomfortable or uninterested, I haven't seen anything on it with them.

this doesn't make me uncomfortable, don't worry !! i get a lot about period sex with the COD men, so here...

༉‧₊˚.⭒ EACH MW2 CHARACTER AND PERIOD SEX..

characters included: ghost, soap, gaz, price, alejandro, rudy, könig, horangi ... ｡*ﾟ+⭒·｡*ﾟ+⭒ not my photo below, message me for credit.

GHOST isn't bothered. he makes sure you're comfortable, that you're not too sore or aching before easing in. he's gentle and soft with you, getting his hands bloody whilst rubbing your sensitive clit in circles, kissing your neck annd making out with you messily while fucking into you sloppily. cumming deep inside you and watching as his cum oozes out your tight hole, mixed with your blood making it a pretty pink :( one that matches the shade of your pretty panties !!

SOAP doesn't mind it too much, he's a soldier after all, a little bit of blood won't scare him... although, he won't be gentle with you, instead fucking you like a slut. whispering praise in your ear as he thrusts deep inside you!!! your bodies pressed together and his lengthy dick stuffes in your sloppy cunt. grr', he definitely eats you out afterwards, tasting your blood on his tongue, fingering you till you're sobbing and gaspin' :(

GAZ won't fuck your pussy whilst you're on your period, inside fingering you and rubbing your clit whilst you allow him to fuck your asshole nicely :( his lengthy, veiny size pounded deep into your ass, slowing down his pace and sloppily fucking into you, messy sex with your hand covered in blood and his fingers coated in your period blood, stuffed inside your pussy while you rub your nub in circles to soothe the ache in your stomach. feeling raw as he continues to bully his way inside your ass.

PRICE isn't bothered, he'll eat you out, fuck you raw... he's your captain, he's not afraid to fuck you and get his cock bloody from your period blood. your legs pushed over his shoulders and his thick, girthy dick slamming into you sensitive cunt, tight walls clutching onto him as you wail out and cry his name through whiney moans, sloppy pussy dripping around him. definitely sucks at your clit afterwards, the friction from his beard against your soft thighs making you whimper and whine, sobbing from pleasure as you cum all over his beard, your juices and blood dripping from his chin.

ALEJANDRO is slightly worried, he doesn't want you to feel discomfort whilst he fucks you, instead taking it slow and rubbing his wet cock against and between your folds, prominent veins running down his shaft, the tip of his size rubbing against your sensitive clit!!! praising you through breathy grunts, cumming all over your stomach and pushing it inside your pussy, your pussy squeezing around him as you squirt against his abdomen :(

RUDY makes sure you're comfortable and in a safe position -- believing it would help your cramps. fucks you in a spooning position, his body pressed against yours, holding your thighs open as he bucks into your sloppy slit!!! you whimper, making out with him, feeling him push deep inside your cunt, cockwarming him as he shoots ropes of thick, potent seed into your cunny, covering your thighs in his load and your own slick :(

KÖNIG eats you out. he knows he's too big for you, that it'll hurt if he pushes inside and loses himself, fucking you like a wild animal. his tongue stroking back and forth between your folds, tasting your sweet juices on his tongue, your pussy dripping for him. you arch your back, grinding against his face and cryin' out his name, whining and mewlin' as he meekly guides your hips back and forth, rubbing your cunny against his tongue!! soft sounds of pleasure leave through your swollen lips, chanting his name as he sucks and flicks your clit, face tearstained and wet as you cum all over of face.

definitely comes up and makes out with you, sloppy kissing you and forcing you to taste yourself, his lips covered in crimson, staining his jaw as he looks at you; pussydrunk and greedy.

HORANGI doesn't care, he'll fuck you animalistically, his hard size thrusted into your dripping, ruby cunt, your thighs caked in juices and cum :( you sob and grip at the bedsheets, feeling him slam into you, his harsh and rough pace as he holds your hips skywards against his own, easy access to fuck you ruthlessly :((( “착해, 바로 그거야, 얘야..” you squeal out, thighs covered in crimson and his dick leaking out milky, white seed onto your clit, fingering you and making you cum over and over again, slick dripping down his palm.

[lieutnt]

I'm desperate for Rudy content so badly he's so fine😩

Dom Male reader having an obsession with ftm Rudy's thighs, marking them with bites and eating him out because reader loves being between his thighs🙏

Rudy’s breath shudders when you sink your teeth into the skin of his thigh, only pulling away once you’re sure that the mark is going to remain, attaching your lips to it and sucking, just to be sure. He wriggles against your hold, trying to ignore the fact that he can feel slick oozing out as you purposefully avoid where he wants you most, switching to the other thigh and doing the exact same.

By the time his thighs are coated in teeth marks and bruises he's desperate, fingers digging into wherever they can reach to try and get you to put your mouth on him. “Por favor, te necesito,” he begs, breath hitching as you trail kisses down to the cradle of his thighs. 

At the first drag of your tongue his hips are rocking into your mouth, his cunt absolutely soaked with arousal. Your groan of satisfaction has him knotting his fingers in your hair, keeping you pressed against him as you swipe your tongue across his folds, briefly sucking at his pulsing clit before moving back down, lapping at cunt.

Even after he’s cum twice and you’re dragging a third orgasm from him you show no signs of stopping, barely easing up as he gushes on your face and his legs tremble around you. You often talk about how you could spend hours between his thighs, and Rudy thinks that tonight you might be putting that to the test.

[trashy-tries-writing]

Part 1: In which the first encounter of Ravine leaves unpleasant or pleasant memories for some of our CoD characters with John Price / Gaz Kyle Garrick / Simon Ghost Riley

Part 2: John Soap MacTavish / König

Part 3: with Phillip Graves / Alejandro Vargas & Rodolfo Rudy Parra

(Totally didn’t cloud his head because I can’t draw his customized helmet)

Warning: I know nothing about the military and stuff😭

If I wrote smt that the characters wouldn’t say, please correct me because I don’t know any slang from their nationalities either or point out any mistakes I have made. LET ME KNOW please! So I can fix them. 😰 I’m not a great writer, especially because I live under a rock so don’t expect too much. Feel free to bash me in the comments if I use a bad/forbidden word from your country, I swear I didn’t do it on purpose🙏💦

Let me know if Ravine passes as a xMale!Reader or a xMale!OC  :’))

John Price

Price wanted to leave this hellish place as soon as possible

It was uncomfortably hot that he believed his flesh was oozing down his bones. No one knew what caused this overwhelming heat and the man wasn’t exactly ecstatic to find it out either with the scent of burned flesh hitting him hard on the nose.

Gradually the corpses of the enemy trope increased the deeper he went down the concealed facility. Price grimaces under his breath at the torched faces, skin tissues were burned off which showed the flesh underneath that was still bubbling and sizzling. The blackened chunks of flesh sitting on the ground continued to smolder while what leftover blood turns to steam as it spills from the wound.

Following his gut feeling, Price ends up in a corridor splattered with the blood of the victims he was supposed to spill. Including the objective of this mission, although the label wasn’t plastered on an unmoving, lifeless weapon that Price thought it would when Shepard sent him down in this hellhole.

“Bloody hell- Laswell, I… found the objective.”

The name was plastered on the door of the open cell with a human inside, sitting in front of a pile of corpses that looked like civilians. It- They- were motionless beside the immense heat reeking from its body which left more questions than answers for the bearded man.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Gaz believes Ravine to be a heartless machine.

He watched the masked man run past falling soldiers without wavering in his steps. No reaction as his teammates die before his eyes or struggle until their last breaths. Sees him leave the training room after finishing beating up everyone until exhaustion as they lay on the ground groaning. 

Ravine doesn’t care about anything or anyone, and possibly not even himself. He takes orders after orders, sometimes requesting to solo it, as if a team would only drag him through the mud.

Gaz hears the whispers of hatred towards Ravine, how heartless and cold he is. How rude he is with how he answers with one word only. How unnerving it is to be in the room while he just stands there silently, not knowing where he is actually staring at through his helmet he never takes off.

Ravine doesn’t care about anything.

Gaz believed that Ravine was a heartless machine.

He saw Ravine running to the nearest corpse of their fallen brothers and sisters after the mission was done. The tall male scoops them up like broken glass, aloof at getting soiled or that there are special units to collect their bodies coming later. Ravine makes sure to leave no one behind and pile them together next to each other with their possessions as carefully as one could be, before paying his respects.

Gaz heard the heartless Ravine requesting to solo the missions when he deemed it to be too dangerous for the others as the higher ups know Ravine to be capable enough to do it on his own due to being different from any other existing soldiers, whatever that was supposed to mean.

Gaz noticed the soldier rushing back towards the training room with first aids, water, snacks and towels. He peeked inside to discover a relaxed atmosphere with the recruits chatting to each other tiredly, some drinking from their cup and gnawing on the energybar like hungry bears. They were sitting in a line and at the end was the cold Ravine giving them medical care.

The hateful whispers have turned into harmless jabs, whether it be about a new recruit being in trouble for something small as breaking a plate and pushing that soldier towards Ravine as if he was going to play alongside them.

His limited vocabulary was slowly picked up by them. Instead of saying “Yes”, some have started to respond with Ravine’s “Aye”s towards each other. Each time they couldn’t help grin when they see Ravine slouch even more than he already is from their jest.

“Fuck I’m hungry.” He hadn’t intended to say it so loudly, not that anyone was around to hear Gaz anyways. It was late and cold, he couldn’t wait to duck out and make something to eat and throw himself in bed.

But not even an hour later something warm touches his cheek from behind him and he jolts back in surprise from the warmth. He sees Ravine stepping back just as much, before hiding his body behind the corner, his upper part still sticking out with an arm stretched towards him with a bag.

“...Is that for me?”

“Aye.”

He slowly reaches towards the bag, a familiar smell reaching his nose. Gaz couldn’t help but smile when he opened the package with his favorite food and a thermos inside, his stomach growling loudly in urgency to take a bite.

Turning around to thank the man, his words are lost in his throat when the faceless soldier is nowhere to be seen.

Gaz believes that Ravine is a warm person who loves and cares in his own way.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Ghost had been sent off to capture someone from a hideout. It was supposed to be easy but missions always go astray. What else he didn’t account for was the soldier sent by his superior to wipe them all out on the opposite side of the building. This wouldn’t have been a problem if the soldiers knew of each other’s existences.

One of them needed the target alive, the other came for a massacre.

When they crossed paths, shots were fired and when all bullets were gone, knives were raised. While It didn’t matter who died first, it would not end well with either loss. Weren’t it for the chain of commands voice ringing through both of their coms, the machete would have gone through his arm.

Ravine as Ghost came to know, backed away from him and kept that distance throughout the whole operation. Now that he got the go to kill everyone, the lieutenant saw how efficient the other was. No hesitation, no stumbling, no waiting- Ghost let the silent man do what he wanted, out of curiosity what he could do.

The lieutenant started trusting the newcomer more when Ravine jumped behind him without flinching and threw his chained machete at the enemy targeting his back. With a pull the weapon was back into his hands and his head whipped around,Ghost could mentally hear the snap.

His helmet moved in sharp, short turns at the lieutenant until he realized he was eyeing him for injuries beside the ones he himself inflicted on him a few minutes ago.

“All good Ravine. Let’s move.”

Back at their headquarters, Ghost would find little trinkets in front of the room he was currently occupying with a note stuck on it “I am very sorry for almost murdering you.” He knew immediately who this was from, especially since his ‘murderer’ in question has avoided him like the pest.

At first he thought nothing of it besides not liking him very much which happens anywhere in the workspace. But it got out of hand when Ghost came into the kitchen to get some tea and Ravine straight out jumped out the window.

It was the second floor.

Price had sighed into his palm so loudly, his soul could be seen leaving him. “I corner him and I want you to talk to him. He’s letting the guilt eat him up and I can’t let that happen.”

The captain literally shooed the tall man like a cat into his office with Ghost and held him by the collar of his turtleneck to keep him from leaving. For once Ravine stood at his full height and the lieutenant had to tilt his head up.

“Bloody hell…”

[sofasoap]

Love at first sight - life and death - 2

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

Summary: Life doesn't always play a fair game. Takes place after Epilogue of the main series.

Part 1 here

Warning: M Rating. inaccuracies to medical and military related. discussion of injuries. Talk of PTSD, disabilities. mention of OC children. Rudy might be slightly OOC. Turn away now if its not for you thank you.

A/N: Thanks @gamergirlbones helping me with Spanish phrases. not beta nor properly proofread. sorry.

Part of RUDY FEST fic. Thank you @glitterypirateduck the wonderful CoD fanfic and fanart curator for organising another festival :D you are awesome.

Prompt used: Surprise

Rudy Masterlist

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Alejandro’s hand hesitated slightly before he made up his mind and proceeded to knock on the door. Too much talk and gossip circulating around the base. He has to sort the problem now. 

“Enter.” a rough and croaky voice replied. 

Alejandro was greeted by the sight of his hermano looking dishevelled, with piles of paperwork scattered across the desk, an unopened bottle of whisky and empty glass toppled over and resting precariously on the edge of the desk. 

“Sergeant Major Rodolfo Parra.” Alejandro growled, pulling Rudy’s attention to him from the paper works he was concentrating on reading. 

Rudy sighed as he ran his hand down his face. Exhausting is evident with the dark circles under his eyes, the unkempt overgrown beard and bloodshot eyes. 

When was the last time his hermano had slept?

“Rudy.” Alejandro growled again as he approached the desk. “Why haven’t you been answering any of my calls or messages?” 

The image of you, lifeless eyes, pupil dilated, blood oozing out from your wound as Price frantically starting CPR, the medic shouting out “CLEAR!” Before your body twitches with the defibrillator shocking your heart back into rhythm, Ghost and Gaz try hard to restrain screaming Soap from clawing his way to his sister. 

He was paralysed by fear that day. Tears running down his face. Watching the frantic activities happening all around him. He couldn’t even remember how he got onto the helo,how he got back to the base, what Soap was saying when he clutched his shoulder and pounding his fist into his chest, shouting at him. 

Everything was a blur.

The nightmare just keeps going around and around in his mind every time he closes his eyes. As he tries to fall asleep. Inhaling the residue scent from the bedsheet of your shared bed. Looking at the trinkets you left on the bedside table. The photo of you two smiling happily at each other at the wedding reception. Everything just triggers the memory of you. 

The way his heart clenches every time the notifications come through. He doesn’t dare to look at any of them nor picking up the calls. The fear of this might be the day that he has to face the reality of losing you forever. He’s not ready for it. He will never be ready for it. 

The only way to keep himself sane? Bury himself deep in work. Avoiding the calls and messages. Keep himself awake. 

Avoiding reality all together. That will make things all better, right? So he doesn’t have to know the news of your death. About how you spend the last minute of your death. 

He was a walking corpse. The day just runs into the next one. How long has it been? He doesn’t know. 

“She’s awake.” Alejandro informed his second in command. “She’s been asking for you.”

You are awake? Rudy’s eyes finally met Alejandro’’s, slowly processing the news.

Alejandro can see the information and relief sinking in as Rudy slowly lean back into the office chair and slumping, burying his face in his hands. 

“If you have been paying attention and not avoiding everything else, you would have got the news earlier.” Alejandro replied as he took a deep breath, suppressing his anger. He understands his hermano’s pain. He’s been there himself, not the easiest pit to dig yourself out from. But the disappointment and the hurt of seeing Rudy trying to avoid facing the problem and moving on and using work as an excuse to face his wife and family and friends.

“Rudy.  Enough of wallowing in self pity. Do you know what the kids were asking me the other day when I went to your mother’s house? They were asking where their mamá and papá are. What was I supposed to tell them??” Alejandro commented.  His heart pained for his niblings everytime he goes over to keep Rudy’s family updated on the situation. The children were happy to see their Tio but he was totally lost for words when they asked for their parents.

Alejandro softens as he sees how Rudy flinches at the mention of children. “Go, you need to go see her now before she comes storming back to Mexico and gives you an earful for trying to drink that bottle of vintage without her.” Alejandro said as he gave his final push for Rudy to go visit you. He wasn’t joking about how you will be unhappy with the bottle of rare vintage whisky that was given to both of you and Rudy as a wedding gift by the Taskforce. You have planned to drink it together on special occasions. 

“No opening it without me!” you warned everyone as you put it into the office safe. “If I catch any of you….” the unsaid words were enough. No one wanted to face the wraith and possible endless nagging from you. 

Rudy opens his mouth, trying to come up with an excuse, but closes it again. He knows he needs to see you. He misses you. He wants you in his arms this instant. He wants his family to be all together again.

What is he so scared of then? 

Xxxxx

“Don’t be shocked when you see her.”  Rudy frowned when Laswell gave him the cryptic warning as she picked him up from the airport. “She’s been through a lot, as you know. But her spirits are high.”

Laswell was the one who organised the medevac flight for you over the border into the USA for further complex trauma care. 

“Can’t let one of our best doctors die under our watch.” Laswell replied as the team thanked her for the assistance. “We need Lady Fortuna to keep all our soldiers alive.” 

“Then…” Rudy frowned as he queried. If you are in a stable condition, what is there to worry about?

“It’s not for me to tell.” The rest of the car trip was spent in silence.

Now, Rudy stands at the door of your private room. Finally seeing you in the flesh. There you are, sitting propped up against the pillow in the hospital bed, cuts and bruises still evident on your face, right arm in cast all the way from your shoulder to your wrist, hand all bandaged up. 

Worse for wear, but you are alive. 

Enjoying what seems to be a lively chat with Alex Keller.  Why is the ex-CIA agent even here? Isn’t he supposed to be in Urzikstan? 

A strange mix of jealousy starts to bubble up. But he knows he has absolutely no right to. Nor any reason to.

Your eyes widened with surprise and hint of fear when you spotted him standing by the door, hesitating to step in. Why the fear? 

Alex turned around as he noticed you faltering and stopped in the middle of conversation, spotting Rudy at the door. 

“I’ll give you two some time alone. I’ll drop by again tomorrow Mini. You take care.” Alex patted your hand as he stood up, ready to leave as he sensed the strange tension in the air. 

Nodding your head conveying a silent thanks, he stood up and made his way to the door. 

Alex patted Rudy's shoulder as he made his exit as he gave him a knowing look before he waved goodbye to both of you again. 

“Come in, don’t just stand over there like a stranger.” you joked as you shuffled around in your bed, carefully not to aggravate the injuries too much as you were trying to make yourself comfortable. 

That’s when he finally realised what Laswell was talking about when he spotted your missing limb. 

“Surprise aye?” You chuckled. Waving at your missing right calf and foot as Rudy made his way to sit down on the chair that was previously occupied by Alex, slightly reeling from the news. “They couldn’t save it. But at least I still got my thigh! And they managed to salvage my right arm. Despite the mess it was in.” you sighed. “ It will be a long time before my right hand will be back in action. Probably won’t be able to do anymore of the delicate operations.” you lamented. You perked up again in an overly chirpy tone. “At least the children will think their mamá is going to be some superhero with titanium leg like their Uncle Alex… “

Rudy can see it in your eyes, as you blabber on about your long term recovery and treatment plans. Despite the merriness in your voices, you are sad. You are trying your hardest to hold and hide your fear behind the wall of bubbly personality. He knows you too well. You always have to hold your head up high, putting up a strong and positive façade for the patients and everyone around you.  Because who you are. And because you have to. 

You think the world will crumble apart if you don’t. You were the pillar for the team of medical fellows you command. 

You were the pillar to the family. To him. 

“Why was Alex here?” Rudy quietly asked, silently berating himself that this was the first question and words he could ask after the reunion. 

You hummed a little bit before replying. “Believe it or not. I was part of the team that assisted with his recovery after he had his leg amputated. I might know the medical side of things, but experiencing it yourself is another.” you smooth out the blanket to cover up your legs again. “Laswell must have notified him and Farah about the news. He insisted on flying in and checking up on me, and helping me on the mental health side of things.” 

“.... to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health..” Wasn’t that the promise he vow to keep, the day he pledged himself to you, and you to him? He has failed you because he was too busy hiding away from facing his fear. He felt sick to his stomach thinking about the amount of times you have listened to his problem, his stress, saving his life  ( on more than one occasion ) but when you needed him the most? He wasn’t there for you.  Instead, someone who doesn’t have to be here, flew thousands of kilometres in to check up on you. 

“I am so sorry Cariño..” Rudy apologised as he extended his hand forward, lightly grasping your injured hand. The guilt that is sitting in his stomach like a dead weight, making him utterly sick. 

You look at your joint hands, contemplating. 

“I thought you abandoned me, Rudy.” you broke the silence after a while, avoiding his eyes. 

“Never, I will never abandon you ,Cariño..” he kneeled down on the ground in front of you, ready to apologise and begging for forgiveness. “I should have been here.. I…” he doesn’t know what else to say to make things better. 

“The panic I felt when I woke up with only Laswell and Johnny by my side. It was horrible. For a moment I thought everything was a dream, all the years we spent together were figments of imaginations.” your left hand grasps the bedsheet. Voice wavering as you kept going. “I thought you tried to avoid me because of my.. Disability.” your voice dropped down to a whisper as tears poured down from your face. Weeks of pain, both mental and physical, the loneliness finally became too much. Walls starting to crumble. “My messages and calls went unanswered. No one will tell me anything… and no one else will tell me anything.. “You started sobbing. “I missed you .. I needed you so much.. It was so hard…” 

“Remember our vow mi vida?” he asked as he looked at you, caressing your hand. You nodded as you wiped your tears, urging him to continue. “I am sorry I broke my promise, I have no excuses for it…I was a coward… I was scared .. that the next phone call or message i got, It will be them telling me you didn’t make it..” Rudy confessed, guilt ridden. 

You sighed, not knowing what to say. You can’t say you are not angry with him for his action, but part of you does understand that fear, the denial mechanism your brain gets into when bad things happen.

“Ale did give me a good lecture though. Finally snapped me out of self pitying.” he added sheepishly, “hence why I am here now…”

“That I would trust him doing it. He’s forever looking out for both of us.” you commented as you let out a little smile.Rudy’s shoulder relaxed a bit as he the corner of your lip curling up. He misses your beautiful smile. Your laughter. 

“I will always love you, no matter what. I love you for who you are, not what you are or how you are. I don’t know what I can do to make up for my stupidity but one thing for sure, Mi corazón late port…”

The exact words he said before you sank into unconsciousness. “My heart beats for you too, mo ghràdh” you whispered back. You lean forward, wincing slightly as you move your torso and injured arm. Rudy immediately stood up, moving closer to sit beside you on the bed. You carefully lean against his chest as he gently circles his arm around you, holding you in his embrace.

After weeks of Chao, waving between life and death. The two of you finally in each other's arms again. 

“You didn’t try to drink the whisky all by yourself did you?”

“Uh… No..” Alejandro must have dobbed him in. 

“Good, let’s open the bottle when we go back. What do you think?”you smiled as you gave him a kiss. 

Rudy smiled. He likes the idea. 

“No whisky for you.”

“WHY!”“ You are still recovering.”“That’s not the excuse for you to drink my portion Johnny! Captain! You are pouring too much! Gaz, that is MUG not a proper whisky drinking glass… Simon,careful with that! Rudy love, please stop them!!” 

“Sorry cariño, you invited them…”

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XIAOHONGSHU

[dmitriene]

cw: plugs, submission, humping.

simon riley as a true mutt, ass plugged with puppy like, fluffy tail that brushes against the flesh of his ass and the back of his thighs, laying on the floor where he seated on his knees, skin rosy from where it digs into the parquet, his rugged face right between your spread thighs.

you don't do anything except carding your fingers in the short locks of his hair, fiddling with the band that holds two fluffy ears that adorn his head, they're bent down, just like one of a young puppy, eager to please where he sucks at your clit, amber eyes cloaked with submission beneath the flutter of blonde eyelashes.

simon feels contented at his place, having someone making his whole brain turn off, just a warm mouth to lap at your slit, slurping at the oozing slick that grants his fat tongue with it's sweetness, and if the plug could wag, the tail would be swishing by now, judging by his eyelids growing heavy.

of course, he's aroused as well, his poor cock already rudy at the mushroom tip, leaky with pearly precum that coats his length with tacky wetness, dribbling on his beefy thigh, staining filthy the coarse hair at his skin, but simon ain't pleads to fuck your cunt.

it's a job for his mouth, to curl his tongue in your tight, pulsing heat and let you drench his face down to his stubbled chin, cream right in his whiny mouth as he whimpers and moans in your pussy, meeting your grinding movements, tracing his tongue along your gummy insides, as he rolls his hips to hump your leg.

knees rubbing at the floor uncomfortably, but it's nothing when his wet cock slides up against your toes, your leg bouncing to meet his jerky, sloppy thrusts, letting his tip rub at your ankle and stain you with sticky cum, but he's been such a good puppy, there's no way you'll punish him for this.

simon deserves only soothing coos as you pat at his head, descending your hand to brush soft fingers against his cheekbone, cupping his face in your warm palm, praising him with saccharine words that make his face dive deeper in your wet pussy, nose pressing against your pubic bone, so eager to please.

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[hawkeykirsah]

Kinktober Day 2: Against the Wall

Have some Soady (John "Soap" MacTavish x Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra) smut for Kinktober Day 2! This is currently completely unedited but I might clean it up and put it on AO3 eventually.

Temporary title: Getting It Out of the System Ship: John "Soap" MacTavish x Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra Fandom: Call of Duty Words: ~1500 Rating: E

Soap dropped his bergen on the bed and turned around to inspect the room Alejandro had shown him to, telling him to get comfortable and that they would meet for a debrief in two hours with a quick pat on his shoulder and strange look in his eyes. Knowing, somehow. He stretched, feeling his spine pop, and let out a low groan. 

He didn’t think he let his disappointment at not seeing Rudy show but perhaps he hadn’t been as successful as he thought. He missed him, okay? They hadn’t seen each other in months and phone calls and facetime could only do so much. Better than nothing for sure but still not the real thing.

Sighing, he grabbed his toiletry bag and made his way to the little ensuite bathroom. He’d have to thank Alejandro for assigning him this room because having a shower to yourself was pure luxury.

Soap let the water cascade over his body for a moment before habit kicked in, quickly lathering up and rinsing off with all the efficiency of the career soldier he was. 

A soft noise from the other room drew his attention just as he was getting dressed. He paused, shirt in his hand, and opened the bathroom door, only to come face to face with Rudy.

A smile flit over his face. “Rudy.”

The other man let his gaze travel over his body before snapping his eyes back to meet Soap’s. “Juanito,” he rasped, closing the distance between them with two long strides. He captured Soap’s lips in a heated kiss, hands sliding to his thighs, and lifted him off the ground.

Soap grunted in surprise—the sound more a squeak, really, if he were to be honest—before wrapping his legs around Rudy, and melted into the kiss, flicking his tongue against the seam of Rudy’s lips. Rudy growled, walking him back against the nearest wall while he licked into Soap’s mouth.

“There’s a bed righ’ there,” Soap gasped when the other set him down again and palmed the growing erection in his jeans. Rudy just winked at him, popping the button and unzipping the fly of Soap’s jeans. He hooked his thumb under the waistband and tugged jeans and boxer briefs over the swell of Soap’s ass and down to mid-thigh.

Rudy shook his head. “No, I have you exactly where I want. I’ve been waiting months to do this, guapo,” he panted against Soap’s mouth, tracing a finger along the underside of Soap’s cock. “Thought about pinning you against a wall and fucking you. Dreamed about it.” He thrust his tongue into Soap’s mouth while brushing his thumb over his glans.

Soap groaned, dropping the back of his head against the wall, “Fuck, Rudy. Please.”

Rudy grinned at him sharply and wrapped a hand around his cock, stroking it lazily. “Begging already, mi amor?”

Soap wetted his lips. “Well,” he began, rutting up into Rudy’s fist, “I don’t know about you but I havenae had anybody’s hands on my junk other than my own for over eight months. And if my boyfriend kisses me like tha’ and then gets his hand on my dick—” He shrugged, giving said boyfriend a crooked smile as he trailed off. “Not gonnae last long, though,” he added, groaning at the little twist of the wrist Rudy added to his upstroke. He could already feel precome oozing from his tip. “Gonnae have me comin’ earlier than a teenager on his first shag.”

Rudy laughed softly, his breath hot on Soap’s still shower-warm skin. “Querido, I’m not going to last long, either. Let me fuck you up against the wall, yes? I promise we will use the bed later.” He ran a finger through Soap’s slit, gathering beads of precome, and slipped his hand behind Soap’s sac. He grinned wickedly, fingers brushing over Soap’s perineum to tease his hole. “I want to take my time with you while you fall apart for me but right now let us—ah, how does Ghost like to put it?—get it out of our system.”

“Yes,” Soap breathed, pushing up to kiss his partner again. He pulled away briefly. “Lemme get these jeans back off. Ye couldnae have come five minutes earlier, before I started gettin’ dressed?” 

“Fantasma is right, you are a demanding little shit,” Rudy said fondly, taking off his own shirt and undoing the button and fly on his jeans. He pushed down his underwear far enough to hook them under his balls, erection jutting forward proudly as he palmed it leisurely, watching Soap scowl at the pant leg currently caught around his ankle.

“Do ye have lube?” Soap asked, finally getting the second pant leg off. He dropped the garment to the floor and leaned back against the wall.

Rudy patted his back pocket and pulled out a small, travel-sized tube. “Por supuesto,” he replied, pressing close again, slotting himself between Soap’s legs. Their cocks brushed together and Soap didn’t bother holding back the moan building in his chest at the sensation of Rudy’s hard length rubbing against his own.

Rudy popped the lid open, squeezing some lube onto his fingers. He slid a hand between them, wrapping it around their cocks and giving them a few slow strokes. The slide of his lube-coted fingers felt so fucking good, Soap could have come just like that. But, Rudy let go of them again soon, moving his hand further back. He pressed the tip of one finger against Soap’s hole, circling its rim several times.

Soap groaned against his mouth as Rudy pushed the digit past the tight ring of muscle and fucked his finger slowly in and out a few times before adding a second.

“Doing so well for me, querido,” Rudy praised. “Ready for a third?”

“Aye,” Soap breathed, “don’ need it, though. C’mon.”

Rudy slid his other hand over Soap’s arse to his thigh, tugging the leg upward. “If you’re sure,” he growled, slowly slipping his fingers free and reaching for the lube again. He drizzled some more on his cock and spread it with slow, even strokes. Gripping his own cock, he lined himself up with Soap’s entrance, the tip pressing against the tight muscle.

“Ready?” he asked, glancing at Soap, eyes dark with desire.

Soap dug his heel into Rudy’s thigh, urging him closer. “Aye,” he rasped, “now would you finally fuck me?”

Rudy groaned quietly, eyes fluttering shut, and pushed inside until he was fully hilted.

Soap gasped, tightening his grip around his partner, “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, Rudy. So fuckin’ full.” 

There was no warning when Rudy lifted him a second time, though he probably should have expected it. He let out a laugh that quickly turned to a strangled moan as Rudy fucked into him, legs hooked over his arms. All Soap could do was hang on, feeling the plaster of the wall digging into his shoulders, the slide of Rudy’s cock pounding into him, brushing against his prostate with every stroke, his own dick caught between them. His arms, core, and legs burned with exertion as he clung to his partner, trying to hang on and make himself lighter, somehow. All these sensations were barreling him head first toward his orgasm. 

It didn’t help that Rudy was panting into the crook of his neck, a steady stream of Spanish intermingled with occasional English coming from his mouth, whispering either sweet nothings or complete filth against his skin. Soap only caught every other word, mainly Rudy’s preferred terms of endearment for him and variations of “You feel so good” but there was more.

“Rudy,” Soap keened, pleasure spooling higher and higher. “I’m—”

A particularly well-placed thrust sent him over the edge, the coil snapping. Electricity shot through his veins and down his spine and along every nerve, setting his whole body alight, and he came with a groan, spilling between them. 

Rudy’s movements became more erratic, hips stuttering. He dug his teeth into Soap’s shoulder and came after a few more thrusts, his cock pulsing within him, filling Soap with his spend. Rudy turned his head, meeting Soap’s lips in a slow, languid kiss.

“Bienvenido a México, querido,” Rudy said when they slowly broke apart.

Soap laughed, feeling Rudy’s softening cock slip out of him. “Aye, I think this was my favorite welcome so far. But now,” he glanced down at the drying release on his skin, “I think I need another shower."

“Mhm,” Rudy hummed in agreement, slowly setting Soap back on his feet. He looked at the clock. “We will have to make it quick. Alejandro is expecting us soon.”

“Of course he is,” Soap chuckled, taking Rudy’s hand and leading him into the small bathroom on shaky legs.

Ten minutes later they entered Alejandro’s office. Alejandro leaned back in his chair, quickly taking in their appearance.

“Get it out of your system, sí?” he asked, smirking, unknowingly echoing Rudy's earlier words.

Rudy looked over at Soap with a lopsided smile, “No, might take a few more rounds.”

[therainforestechoes]

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[konigsblog]

Not to be a slut but analsex with the 141 and the los vaqueros. Because I need them in every way possible. Desperately. 🥵🥵

your hands tied behind your back, the material of the rope rubbbed against your skin, your ass in the air whille the force your head down into the cold ground. taking turns and leaving you full, plugging you letting their cum linger inside you, you're panting, stomach bulging due to the amount of thick, potent seed stuffed inside you.

filling you so nicely :(( the mixture of accents; spanish, northern british, scottish, southern british. their voices filling your ears, easing into your soaked and used hole, watching as their cum oozes out your arousal, shoving their digits into you, your legs trembling and weak. switching places with eachother, another girthy length sliding into your raw cunny, maybe even double penetration with gaz and soap, price and ghost, alejandro and rudy. :(((((