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mlmxreader · 1 year

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Scary Dog Privilege | Rodolfo Parra x m!reader

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

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

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

tws: swearing, smoking, mild violence

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you…”

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

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

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

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

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ragingbookdragon · 1 year

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She enters the medical room on the base, heart in her throat as she sees her husband asleep in a bed, bandage wrapped around his head, oxygen mask in his nose. The man beside him looks up at the noise and his expression drops as he rises from his seat and crosses to her. “Hermana,” his voice is soft, quiet as to not disturb the man sleeping.

“What happened?” she asks, worry etched into her features as she looks over his shoulder.

“I can’t te—”

“Oh, fuck your mission, tell me what happened to my husband, Alejandro.” Her voice is a demand, frigid as she glares at him, ice in her eyes, seeping coldly into her tone; a force to be reckoned with.

Alejandro sighs. “He went in, and an enemy caught him off guard. They lit the room on fire. He’s being treated for head injuries and smoke inhalation.” He knows there’s a flood of emotions going through her mind. “I know it’s not comforting but—”

“It’s part of the job,” she says. “I know it is. I know who and what I married into.” Her eyes drift to her husband then back to him; she can see the exhaustion creeping into him, sleep demanding a sacrifice from the corners of his eyes. Lifting a hand, she gently brushes his cheek. “Ve a descansar un poco, Alejandro.” As if the colonel had been relieved, his shoulders slump, a slow nod as he presses his lips to her temple and starts to leave, but stops when she grabs his arm. “Gracias por tener a Rudy.”

His smile is tired, but his voice is firm. “Siempre.”

The door shuts behind him and she gently falls into the seat beside Rudy, taking his hand in hers, brushing her left hand over his; he stirs at the feeling, eyes cracking open to find hers in the sleepy haze. “Mi vida,” he murmurs and she smiles, or at least tries to.

“Hi baby.”

“Lo siento, mi vida, no fue mi intención—”

“Shh,” she softly shushes, crawling into the bed beside him. “We’ll do this later. Go back to sleep.”

Rudy, in no position to argue, wraps an arm around her waist, resting his chin on her head as he slowly gives back into sleep; he knows he’s in for a helluva verbal dispute when he wakes up in the morning, but right now, he’s happy to hold his wife in his arms again, safe and alive.

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itsscromp · 3 months

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Anything with Alex and Rudy❤️❤️

Alex Keller and Rodolfo Parra drabble collections

You don't get one anon, You get two !!!!

Alex Keller

When Alex had gotten his leg, Sometimes on the rarest occasions, he would get phantom limb, Which would slump him into a deep depression, Wanting nothing more than to have his leg back. It made him very self-conscious whenever he headed out with friends and he saw a pretty woman. He would always hide his leg behind his friend so she wouldn't see it. It hurt him... It really fucking hurt him... But not on your watch.

One day you decided to teach him something that always cheered you up whenever you were down, and hopefully get his leg moving. Dancing. So when he experienced phantom limb again, You brought him up to the roof tops of the building. "Ok follow my lead" You smiled.

"Y/n... I don't know if this will help" He said sadly. "Come on, you can do it, One two, one two" You tapped your feet to the beat, encouraging him to follow along. He started out slowly, but soon enough he started to pick up the pace. This then turned into basically you two becoming Peter Quill when he does a dance-off, It made him feel a lot better after that. "Woo !!, That got the blood flowing" He smiled as he looked at you, No matter what, you would always help your bestie.

Rodolfo Parra

Normally you don't handle spicy food, even when Johnny dared you to try the plutonium 9 pure pepper extract. Fucking 9 million on the Scoville rating !! It was like your stomach and mouth were literally going to explode, It hurted so damn much !!! But one day after recovering, You decided to test Rudy, See if he could handle it.

"Hey Rudy, wanna try this ??" You tossed the tiny bottle to him.

"What is this ??" He asked, inspecting it.

"Pure pepper extract, 9 million on the Scoville rating, you can only add it as a food additive" You smirked, their was no way he could to it.

So he then got some bread and a butter knife, dipping it in and spreading it lightly. You watched as he ate it, waiting for his reaction... But... he wasn't fazed at all...

"Got a kick to it, but it's not bad" He smiled softly and finished eating the bread.

"How !!!" You literally went through two jugs of milk to soothe it down and here was Superman not reacting to it !!

"Then you don't mind if we add it to our dinner amigo ??" He smirked at you.

"The hell you won't !!" You grumbled a little.

Rudy was a strange creature some days, but you wouldn't have him any other way.

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lvlyghost · 1 year

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Call of Duty Headcanons: Vol I✨

How they’d react to their civilian s/o getting hurt

Pairings: John Price x Fem!Civilian!Reader

Tw: mentions of blood, angst(?, knife wound, price is sad. Laswell makes an appearance. Brief mention of Ghost bc 🥰. There’s probably more but I’m bad at this🧍🏻‍♀️

A/N: Heyyyy. So this is my first time writing something and posting it 👉🏻👈🏻 please bear with me and consider english is not my first language 🥹 corrections are appreciated ✨💃🏻I’ll be posting the rest in the upcoming days💕🌼 Enjoy!

Vol II✨ Vol III✨ Vol IV✨

The moment he had stepped in he knew something was wrong. The living room in complete darkness safe from the dim light coming from the lamp in your room. Door ajar.

He almost trembled at the utter sound of nothing.

Heavy footsteps echoed in the dead of the night, making his way to the bedroom you too shared.

Pushing the door open with more strength than he intended to, he saw you laying on the beige carpet, now stained with a deep red color tracing a path towards your body. As if someone had cut themselves by accident and left traces of blood behind.

“No, no, no, no, no.” His face contorted in pain.

Price had seen a fair amount of atrocities in his line of work. Bullet wounds, soldiers losing their limbs due to grenades. Lost brothers in every mission some of them dying on his watch. In his arms.

He crouched down, the absolute gruesome scene imprinted in his memory for the rest of his life. It wasn’t looking good yet he forced himself to breathe caressing your left cheek, trying to feel you. But your once warm body had gone pale and cold. His heart aches, like having his own soul being torn apart.

“Come on now, love. I’m here now.” John raked his eyes through your body until he found the wound. A few centimeters above your belly button. He froze for a second too long. A knife wound. Fuck, fuck, FUCK. It was inhumane. The amount of blood coming out from you. He placed one of his big hands to try to stop you from bleeding out. He had done it more times than he can remember. But never you. Just not you. This wasn’t supposed to happen. You were good. Too good to be true. Too good for him. You were supposed to be safe from any bloody harm. He swore a silent oath that he’d look after his girl, he’d protect you even if it meant risking his own meaningless life. Tears began to prickle in the corner of his eyes. Jaw tightening. He has to be strong. But how? You’re his life force and now… why, why… why you.

“John.”

More blood comes spluttering from your mouth as you try to speak, say something to him. Tell him to not worry, that you’d be fine. It wasn’t that bad, was it? Your eyes were starting to close, your body losing life.

“Shh, love. Save your energy. Just… just, don’t close your eyes… keep ‘em on me okay? I’m getting you out of here now.

“Remember that trip to Florida we said we’d take when I got back? 1 hotel south beach?” A slow hum came from your red stained lips. “I got the tickets yesterday night. But I need you to be strong, eh?” He swallowed, hard. He was choking with his own emotions. There was a fire burning in his throat. She nodded, even through her watery eyes, even through the fear, she dared to believe. She believed that he would save her. And that was enough.

He’d call Laswell right away. Whatever this is, it wasn’t a random attack. His Captain instincts were screaming at him. John felt the presence of the person he trusted the most aside from Ghost, coming to stand by him. His eyes never once left your fragile body on the hospital bed. Looking vulnerable, small. Yet a fighter.

That’s my girl.

Price dreaded that if he left your side for a second you’d slip through his fingers. You’d be gone someplace he simply cannot follow.

“Made some calls.” Kate told him. John didn’t look at her, at first, he simply nodded ever so slightly. “We have reasons to believe this was a warning. A way to to get to you. To get your attention.”

“Well they bloody have it now, Kate.” He said, through gritted teeth. Clenching and unclenching his hands, finally turning his gaze to her. “Call my fucking team.”

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prismuffin · 1 year

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M!reader: *wakes up Rudy* babe..

Rodolfo: *groggily* what?

M!reader: do you smell that?

Rodolfo: no-

M!reader: me either, start cooking

Alejandro: *trying to act sleep while holding back laughter*

Rodolfo: …

M!reader: …

Rodolfo: PERRA SÉ QUE NO ME ESTÁS HABLANDO-

Alejandro: PFFF—

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ivonhart · 1 year

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mi amor. mi corazón | rodolfo parra x fem combat medic!reader

— one shot

cross posted on ao3

gif credit: @collinnmckinley

summary: After the betrayal of Graves and the loss of your only home you find comfort in the arms of someone who you've loved for years. The moment of peace allowing you to break, causing a confession to tumble past your lips.

a/n: Please note that I was using google translate for the Spanish dialogue. If they are incorrect please tell me so I can fix it.

The grip you had on your rifle strained against your knuckles as you walked closer and closer to Alejandro’s safe house. So much had gone to shit in such a short amount of time and you couldn’t do anything about it. Your base was taken along with all your team. Your friends. Your family. Everything you had known for the past few years was stripped away from you in an instant.

“General Shepherd sends his regards.” It was like his tone had changed. The Graves you were introduced to were no longer there…or maybe he was all along and was just waiting. Waiting for the order to take your base.

Your home. In the corner of your eyes you saw his men shift on their feet and tighten the hold on their guns. Some had begun to form somewhat of a circle around your group.

You turned to look over the car hood at Ghost to see if he noticed. He did. He always noticed. As Graves continued to talk your hand slid down to the knife on your thigh. Bullets were faster than knives but if something were to happen you could grab the soldier closest to you.

The sudden movement could throw him off, allowing you less resistance to plunge your weapon into his throat, creating a shield. But how would you get to Alejandro? He was only a feet or two away but if something happened it might as well be miles.

Your eyes flickered back and forth from man to man, marking where each was. Where they could go. What they could do. Being a combat medic taught you to predict movements, note where everyone was, and know how to protect.

You had to be aware otherwise those you were sworn to protect would be lost. “Your men have been…detained.” Was the last thing you heard before Alejandro launched at Graves.

The grip you had tightened, turning your knuckles white. You messed up, miscalculated, missed something. Hesitated. Alejandro was too far, the soldier too heavy, the knife too slow. Despite the silence that filled the area you felt as though everything was loud. Too loud.

The chatter in your head running through what had happened as your eyes darted around the seemingly vacant area. You could hear the conversation between Ghost and Soap as you three neared the safe house. “It was need to know.”

“What if I needed to kno–” You were quick to shush the two of them as you stopped moving. “There is a pressure plate in front of the door and I don’t have the keys for this house on me so we are going to have to go in through that window.” You said while pointing to the side of the building.

Soap and Ghost both nodded as they started their way there. You jumped down after Soap and while the two of you started to survey the area Ghost quickly spoke. “Don’t move.” His knife was as quick as his words as it flew through the air and into the wooden pillar on the other side of the room.

“¿Quién está ahí?” Who’s there? The familiar voice caused a sigh of relief to fall from your lips. “Rudy!” The man called your name as he quickly turned from his hiding place. You were quick to drop your gun to your side and rush into his arms.

His scent invaded your nose as his warmth slowly encased your body. The feeling of his hands around your waist grounded you in a way that brought tears to your eyes. “Pensé que te habían pillado.” I thought they got you. You whispered into his neck as one of your hands threaded through the back of his hair while the other clawed his back.

“Estoy aquí” I’m here. He whispered into your ear. Tears began to sting your eyes but you were quick to push them back. You couldn’t flatter; not yet. When you pulled back the man noted the large cut across your cheek and quickly pulled out the handkerchief he always held.

“You’re bleeding, Doc.” You smiled softly and shook your head. “I’m alright. I'm sure it's dry anyway.” Despite your words, Rudy gently dragged the fabric across your cheek causing another sigh to pass your lips as your eyes fluttered close.

But the moment didn’t last long due to the fact you remembered you came with two others. Quickly you stepped back and turned to stand next to Rudy. “Where were you guys?” Rudy questioned after a few silent seconds. “On the run.”

Soap was quick to correct the Lieutenant. “Doc and I were on the run. Ghost waited for us.” “Oh course, no?” You sent a fast glance towards Soap. You had found him within the streets of Las Almas after Graves turned on everyone and was with him when he found out Ghost was leaving him on his own till he got to the church.

You didn’t know much about Ghost as a person and what he has been through, but you knew Rudy and you knew he thought Ghost would have come back for Soap like Alejandro did for him on multiple occasions.

But Ghost didn’t and Soap knew that. “No.” Much to everyone’s surprise, Ghost cut in. “Yes.” His eyes bore into those of his brother in arms before moving to you and Rudy. “All of us. This happened on my watch and I’ll need help to fix it. No one fights alone.”

As the men continued to brief Rudy on what had happened you walked to a certain area in the safe house that held standard medical supplies. Alejandro always made sure to have a station for you in his houses just in case.

You had done a hasty stitch job with what you had in your pack on Soap’s wound when you found him and you knew it needed to be properly treated. You made your way back as Soap spoke. “Let’s go get them.”

“Not so fast!” The men came to a sudden stop as you walked in front of them. “I still need to clean and dress that wound.” You said to Soap before turning to Ghost.

“And I still have you to check as well.” The man was about to protest but you held your hand up. “I’ll tolerate no back talk from either of you.”

It was about mid afternoon the next day when you were finally able to take time to aid in your injuries. The majority of the night and morning you were tending to Soap while helping to create a plan to get Alejandro and your team back.

Another large chunk of that time was spent fighting with Ghost about getting some rest. He had been glued to the table that held the plan long after Rudy and Soap fell asleep and you knew he wouldn’t leave unless you intervened.

Now you found yourself standing in front of the bathroom mirror with your shirt off, looking at the damage to your body after getting out of a needed shower. After Graves’s betrayal you had been knocked off the road during the fighting and fell down the hill. It was evident with the large amount of bruising you had along your ribs and back from when you hit the occasional tree.

You were quick to jump into action when you saw Alejandro get thrown into the truck besides Graves. The Shadow next to you was under your knife in a second, shielding the oncoming fire that fell upon you and your allies.

You thought you could reach for Alejandro, get him out of harm's way, but that thought was smashed when you saw him drop to the ground unconscious. Seemingly slipping through your fingers as he crumbled to the ground.

Next to go down was Soap and you had lost sight of Ghost. Everything had gone bad in the blink of an eye and you made the mistake of hesitating. The Shadow you held had thrown his elbow into your stomach before shoving you to the side, ultimately sending you off the road and into the woods.

You were pulled from your thoughts when a soft knock bounced through the air and the quiet call of your name. It was Rudy. After you put your shirt back on you opened the door to see the man standing there with his sunken eyes filled with worry.

Oh how you loved those eyes. Oh how you loved…“I’m sorry I fell asleep.” His words were laced with guilt and dripping in shame. “Ghost told me you haven’t gotten any sleep and I should have stayed up wi–”

“Rudy.” His words came to a stop when you grabbed his hands and pulled him into the bathroom and closed the door. “Don’t be sorry.” The man stayed quiet as he watched you move to sit on the sink counter, noting the way you winced while you did.

“Estás herida.” You are hurt. “It’s just some bruises and a few surface level scraps.” You smiled softly at his furrowed brows. “Nothing to get worried about.” He squeezed your hands lightly before meeting your eyes once more.

“I always worry for you.” Heat began burning your cheeks which caused you to look down. As you sat there with your eyes zeroed in on your intertwined hands the severity of the situation crashed down on you.

The moment of peace between the two of you finally allowed you to fully feel. Without warning a sob clawed its way up your throat. Rudy was quick, yet gentle, to pull you into his arms. “I-I was so cl-close to him, Rudy.” You choked out in between your sobs.

“I couldn’t protect him. I couldn’t protect our people. I couldn’t protect o–” “Querida.” Darling. He softly said. “It wasn’t your fault. None of this is your fault.” One of his hands cupped the back of your head while the other wrapped around your waist.

“You did everything you could.” Your head shook in his neck. The tears from your eyes coating his neck and running down his side. “I didn’t…I could’ve do–” He cut you off once more by slowly cupping your cheeks so you could meet his eyes. “It wasn’t…your fault.”

His words were slow yet firm as his thumbs rubbed the tears away from your cheeks yet more fell as you looked into his eyes. “I thought I lost you, Rudy.” Another sob fell past your lips as you latched onto his arms. “After seeing Alejandro fall I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Where you were. If you were safe.”

Your breathing grew erratic as everything you kept inside spilled to the surface. With blurry eyes and heated skin you clung to Rudy, your nails digging into his arms as you wailed. “E-E-Everything I h-hav-have was taken and-and I thought th-they got you too.”

His hold on you never faltered as he tried to reassure you, but the pounding in your ears grew far too loud. “I ca-can’t los-los-lose you. My love…” Your head dropped as you pulled him closer. Your nose buried into his neck allowing his scent to once more flood your senses. “Mi amor. Mi corazón.” My love. My heart.

Rudy was stunned by the confession. He had loved you for years and now he found himself with you in his arms confessing in the midst of a panic attack. Your breathing, however, failed to steady out which caused him to pull you back and smash his lips into yours.

Perhaps it wasn’t the best option to steady your breathing out considering you weren’t in a good state of mind, but with the confession still fresh in the air his feelings acted before his thoughts.

With the sudden inhale of air and the chapped lips against your own your body steadied out once more, allowing you to quickly kiss back. Despite the tears and snot, the two of you melted into one another as everything began to fall to a still.

a/n: MY WORD I FINALLY FINISHED IT MAWHAHAHAHA. Ya'll school has been a fucking bitch but I finally finished.

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gomzwrites · 10 months

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100 Followers Special: Fic Marathon

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Day 6: Rodolfo Parra

Tags: angst but comfort at the end, xgn!reader, mentioned of wounds and blood, cursing

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Distant gunshots can be heard as the dark night sky is now clouded with ash, smoke, and fire. Screams, wails, and calls for help echoed throughout the place surrounding you; the town was in shambles, and everything was in chaos.

You bite back your lip to swallow in another painful groan as you drag yourself across the woods, breathing hard and deep as you try not to minimise the voice you’re making.

Come on, just a bit more, fuck!!

You cursed internally as you went on and finally creeped behind a big stone, scanning the area for any foes before hastily dragging yourself and Rudy across the trees, who remained unconscious.

It all happened too quickly.

One second Alejandro, Rudy, and you were entering a small town, sweeping a factory to retrieve a target, and the next an ambush happened as all of you got separated. You only managed to catch up to Rudy when you heard him screaming for Alejandro. You were quite far away when you spotted him, so you quickly got up to your feet to approach them, but it was too late. Alejandro, ¡¡DETRÁS DE TI!! Alejandro, BEHIND YOU!! A loud explosion was heard as it sent Rudy flying as you watched in horror. Without hesitation, you quickly ran and grabbed him, shaking his shoulder and slapping his cheek when he lay unconscious on the floor. You stared back in the direction where the explosion was heard and only saw trails of smoke, with no signs of Alejandro. But a few figures who were NOT your allies were slowly walking out from the spot. You knew the best choice of action at this moment was to quickly get the fuck outta here, so you used all your energy and might and carried Rudy off the floor and escaped the place. You had to use the alternative route to avoid detection from enemies in this heavily guarded place, a small wood behind the factory that led straight to the safehouse that was set up a few days before the mission. With one hand holding onto your silent pistol, you can only pray that you don’t meet any enemies on the way there because you lost your rifles and Rudy is still unconscious on your back.

You give out a huff of air as you steady your breath. You’re also hurt, with a burn mark evident on your right thigh. You pray the wound does not escalate into a nasty infection as you hiss at the burning, aching sensation.

No, this is nothing; I have to bring Rudy to a safe place now and figure out where the hell Ale is.

Your mind races as you carry Rudy in your arms again, using every single ounce of muscles and energy you can muster to bring him to the old shack, which thankfully was not too far, but with how fatigued and hurt you are, every step feels like a kilometer.

Eventually, you made it to the place as you quickly placed Rudy on the sofa. You immediately looked around the place and searched for a medical kit, and at the same time, you also made sure every window and possible entrance was sealed off in case of another ambush.

You bend down and kneel beside the sofa as you hastily remove his vests and gears and inspect for any wound. It seems that the explosion did not cause that much damage, but what really made you sweat was noticing a large dark mark that is evidently on his right lateral thigh. You follow the trail of blood from the entrance you came in as you felt your blood run cold.

A stab wound.

Fuck, how have you not seen this? How long has he been bleeding like this?

You scanned his features, seeing how his face had been much paler than when you first saw him and how his forehead was now drenched in sweat.

Shit shit shit shit shit-

You panicked internally as you tried to think up a solution, breathing heavily with a shaky shoulder as you tried to recall what to do in this scenario. A few seconds passed when you decided to stop the blood flow first. You also saw a small trembling motion on his hand, and you watched as his breathing was also slightly faster than usual.

You raced against time as you quickly took a bottle of water and rinsed the wound, gently wiping off any dirt or debris to prevent or at least lower the risk of an infection. Then, you took out the combat tourniquet from the med kit and applied it proximally to the site of injury. Fortunately, it seems that the stab wound was not as deep, and thankfully, it did not strike the main artery in the front. You hope the pressure is enough to stop the haemorrhage at the moment as you quickly take his pulse. You reassess his situation and take his pulse, noting how it's slightly high but overall it seems to be under control.

You give a sigh as you slump onto the floor, hands bloody and muscles aching as you close your eyes after doing everything you can. You steady your breath and cool your head by walking around the living room and washing your hands. As you calm your nerves, that's when the realisation hits you. You quickly open communication as you speak into it.

Viktor 1-1, how do you copy?

A moment passed, and yet there were no replies. You tried again desperately.

Alejandro, where are you?!

You spoke, but there was no reply; only static replied to you. You groan in frustration as you try and try again. Finally, you got feedback, but it was not from Alejandro.

This is Bravo 0-6, y/n, status? over.

You give a sigh of relief as you hear the ever-familiar sound of Captain John Price, with whom you’ve worked and paired together for this mission.

Not good, operation ODK is a failure, lost Alejandro and Rudy are unconscious; he has lost a lot of blood. I need help ASAP. Any news from there? over

Roger, we’ve got intel, and we're on our way to retrieve Alejandro. It looks like the enemies had him locked up in a cellar somewhere on the island north of where the factory was. We’ll send Soap and Gaz over to assist you.

The exchange ended as you placed your hand over your head, thankful that support is on the way and Alejandro is being saved.

Not all hope is lost.

Suddenly, you hear a gruff and a painful groan, and you run back to where the sofa was as you quickly scoot to Rudy.

dios mio….todo duele….argh…esos hijos de perra me chingaron…estas malditas heridas van a tardar un chingo para sanar…maldito sea-

My god….everything hurts…argh….those bastard screwed me…these damn wounds are going to take a long time to heal…damn it-

A few more Spanish curses were muttered as Rudy attempted to sit up, only for you to push him back as he glared at you, pushing your arms away as he panted his protest, wrestling against you as he hazily shakes his head and grips your shirt tightly.

I’m fine, we need to find Alejandro. Argh, those pendejos, he could be anywhere we have to-

Rudy-

Argh, he was hurt, he had a knife sticking out of his vest, if anything happens to him because of me I’ll- Rudy.

No no no, I cant- shit I need to find him now, Ale-

Rodolfo!!

You finally shook him out of his panic trance as he froze up at your use of his name. You take advantage of this as you stare into his eyes and frown.

Calm down, Sergeant. Price and his boys tracked down where Ale is and are going to get him out. Soap and Gaz are on their way to come get us-

Where is he? He cuts you off as the worried expression crawls back into his face again, fears clouding his eyes as his breath shakes slightly.

I’m not sure, but Price said they found him somewhere on the island north of the factory, and-

¡Carajo! We need to move now!

He quickly sat up again as he tried to stand, only hissing when he turned his body midway and fumbled back into the cushion.

RUDY. FOR CRYING OUT LOUD-

Your patience snapped as you grabbed a hold of him, grabbing his arm harshly as you made him stare back at you. Your voice came out louder than you intended as you let out a frustrated groan.

I'm going to need you to settle down, Rudy. Fucking calm down and listen to me.

But-

NO BUTS. LISTEN. TO. ME.

You shushed him as you put your hands on his cheek and brought your face closer to him.

Set your mind straight! Alejandro is being handled, and you’re injured. We are to wait until help arrives before we dare to make any moves. God knows who’s out here and what might happen if we were to act hastily.

You could feel him trying to come up with another reply as you squished his face harder.

You are Sergeant Major Rodolfo Parra, second-in-command to Alejandro.

You sigh as you start off slowly and soften your gaze.

What would Alejandro say if he saw you like this? Letting your emotions get the best of you and risking your life in this state?

That really did shut him up. As his gaze widened slightly, he lowered his head down and glanced away while his jaw tightened. You hate how you have to drag Alejandro into this to actually put some sense into him, even though ironically, Ale was also the cause of his turmoil.

You let go of your hands as you gave a long sigh and rubbed the space above your eyebrow.

I know. I know how scary it is to have the feeling of not knowing where Ale is. He is our friend; él es nuestro hermano también.

He is our brother too.

You trail off as you wave your hand in the air.

I'm scared too. Alright? I'm worried, and I don’t fucking know what the hell is going on either.

You say this before frowning and staring back at him with sincerity.

But you know damn well now that you have to fight those feelings and be at your best right now, even if it means not doing anything. But healing is something as well; you can’t take down enemies with a bleeding leg, right?

A moment of silence hangs heavily in the air as the tension remains palpable. He gives a sigh and finally lays back on the sofa as he closes his eyes and mutters softly.

I know, I just...

He gives another sigh after a deep breath as he continues.

I’ll do anything to save him…even if it means sacrificing myself.

You nod in understanding slowly as you rest your hand on his hair. You contemplate and think hard on the things you want to say for a while before finally speaking. Your voice was much softer than before as you coaxed him.

I know; we all know, Rudy. But you’re just as important as Ale; now that he’s also part of Task Force 141, you’re much more important in Los Vaqueros.

You say, as your breath turns shaky, that Rudy slowly removed his hands as he stared up at you.

We need you.

You say it before finally whispering in a broken tone as you look down on him, eyes watery as your hand stops brushing his hair.

I need you…

His eye brow raised as a small gasp escaped his mouth; a shocked look overcame his face as he slowly reached out his face, but he stopped midway when you spoke again.

Why can’t you see just how much I care for you?

He gives a guilty look when he watches the way your lips trembled and how you were breathing harder as you looked away, catching a glimpse of that one tear that escaped your eye.

How long?

How many years have the three of you worked together? How has he not noticed the way you looked at him and how you always, always made sure he was safe when all he would care about was Alejandro? How long have you been treating his wounds and always being there for him on the nights when everything felt too much to bear?

How has he only noticed it now?

A hundred thoughts and questions ran through his mind as he nervously reached out his hand to reach for your face. He hushed down his voice as he gently wiped the tear away with his thumb.

Cariño, lo siento….I didn’t mean to worry you like this… Im sorry

You shake your head as you close your eyes and hold his hand gently on your cheek. Your tone wavered once again as you whispered softly,

I can’t lose you again, especially after the mission with Hassan. I thought I lost you back then in the fire...

You say it before your brow furrows as you stare straight into his eyes helplessly.

I thought I was going to lose you again now, fuck- you were bleeding and was out for so long I-

Shhh..shhh I know I know….i-im sorry y/n…

He pulls you into a hug as you do the same, burying your head into his neck as he grabs you tight, running his hand through your hair as he sighs softly.

We’ll get through this. I promise you...

You give a nod as you mutter into his ear.

Promise me that you’ll be safe, do it for me, please.

He sucks in a breath as he pulls away from the hug, and you tilt your chin to stare back at him, giving you a firm look as he gives a nod.

I promise, carño. I’ll try to be careful, I’ll do it for you.

You give a smile as you nod as well and grab his arm, giving a confident smile as you reassure him.

We can do this; we’ll get you to safety first, then we’ll retrieve Alejandro. After all…

You trail off as you tilt your head and pat his shoulder.

El unico que puede matar a Alejandro es Alejandro.

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a/n: operation ODK is a special tribute of my friend, Odeska, who helped me with the Spanish parts! Personally I really like Rudy, literally one of the best male wife out there, and so I decided to try angst with him xD

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Silly Spicy Call of Duty headcanons

Characters: Simon "Ghost" Riley, Johnny "Soap" MacTavish, König, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra, John Price, Valeria Garza, all x reader Rating: 18+ (Minors DNI) Themes: All NSFW but very lighthearted, nothing particularly triggering but ask to tag! Word count: 750ish

These are just silly little headcanons about them, PLEASE if you have any like these send them to me i had such a blast writing them lol!!

Ghost

Sometimes his mask slips a little and he looks goofy as hell, you have to do your best to not laugh into his face because you know he won’t let that slide.

Uses British lingo sometimes. Has called your pussy a “fanny” before. Got mad when that made you giggle.

Once got so frustrated with trying to figure out how to operate one of your vibrators that he broke it. Was very apologetic and immediately ordered you another one afterwards.

Soap

He is clumsy as hell. Every time you have tried to fuck in a position that is anywhere near athletic, something goes wrong. It’s a miracle neither of you have broken your necks trying to get it on in the shower. He will always take the fall though, protecting you with everything he has and curling himself around you even if it means he will end up bruised or bleeding.

Makes a lot of typos when sexting, never notices. Called you “baby gorilla” once (you will never let him live that down).

Gets offended when you call him “Soap” in the bedroom. You know my name, what are you calling me that for? Dummy.

König

He doesn’t usually wear his balaclava under his mask when you have sex since it gets too sweaty but since his mask is pretty loose he will sometimes have to pft-ppf-tpftt when it gets stuck in his mouth. Has almost choked on his mask before.

Gets so flustered that he will just start sputtering nonsense. Has on several occasions been so out of it that he has messed up the nicknames you use for each other. “yes show me that I am your little babygirl, wait- no, you are… I am your boy… you’re… Wait, I’m sorry”. Not a gender or kink thing, which would of course be alright with you, just him being a dummy.

Is a bit of a crier and drooler sometimes which wouldn't be a problem except for the fact that he will sometimes accidentally waterboard himself in his mask and not tell you.

Gaz

Has called you mommy once and was mortified. Neither of you have really spoken about it but sometimes you will drop little hints around him to get him flustered.

Likes when you suck him off while he is playing video games but then gets too into the game and genuinely can’t help but get annoyed when he loses because you distract him.

Cpt Price

Is oblivious to any signs that you want him. Will go into Dad story telling mode and completely ignore the effect he is having on you until you grab him by the shirt and just tell him to fuck you.

Has a sex playlist called "sensual" with just the most cliché sex songs on it possible. Can unironically have sex to "Careless Whisper" and “Let’s get it on”.

Has given you rug burn with his beard before. 0/10 very unpleasant experience (you’d do it again, though).

Alejandro

Will say things that could be interpreted as sexist in the moment and then immediately get apologetic. Who’s my good slut? I mean… If you want to be. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to… Are you okay with that? Okay. Cool.

Will fuck you in uniform because he knows you’re into that and then get distracted by things he finds in his pockets like shopping receipts.

Doesn’t care whether or not you understand him, he will speak Spanish to you.

Rudy

Gets tormented by you with new pet names every day. mí amor, I don't know what a Zaddy is. I don’t even know if that’s a good thing.

In the beginning of your relationship he was completely oblivious to most kinks. If you ever expressed anything out of the ordinary to you, he’d raise his eyebrows in confusion and say something like “what? why would anyone want that?” but was always open to trying anything. Now he is probably even more of a deviant than you are.

Valeria

Has this roleplay thing going on where you are a traitor to her cause and she discovers it and gets to “punish” you. You find it a little silly but it gets her super riled up so you play along.

Secretly loves to bottom and to be taken care of by you but would never tell you (you know anyway). Thinks she is being very good at hiding it (she is not).

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mlmxreader · 1 year

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

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

"I don't bite"

Also Happy New Year!!!

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

tws: swearing

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Rudy?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And fuck, it was hot.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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starstruckmiraclekitty · 1 year

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HELLLOOOOO 🔥🔥 do you know that tiktok trend right now where it’s like “when I tell you to sit on my face, don’t just put 10% of your body weight down, fucking sit on it. Sit like a chair. Don’t ask if I can breathe just sit down.” Yeah can I request like 141 and los vaqueros just begging their fem s/o to sit on their face but she’s really insecure and they don’t care they are literally on their knees begging to just taste her 😫.

141 + LV & König Begging Fem! Reader To Sit On Their Face

Warnings: pure smut, smut without plot, oral f receiving, swearing

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Simon Ghost Riley-

"Y/N, you won't hurt me, sit." Simon knew you like the back of his hand. He knew you were scared to hurt him, but he couldn't give a damn less. He wanted to be suffocated by your pussy, and refused to take no for an answer.

"But Simon-." You started, but he cut you off.

"But nothing. I asked you to come and sit on my face, and I expect that you'll come do it."

Your thighs squeezed together at his words, desperate to relieve some of the tension that was building in your lower regions.

He grabbed the flesh of your thighs as you slowly made your way up the length of his body and pulled your sopping cunt down onto his mouth.

You let out a soft whimper as his tongue immediately darted out to skillfully lick at your wet folds. Simon was usually quite skilled with his mouth, but this new angle had you seeing stars.

"Grind on my face, sweetheart, go on." He spoke breathlessly as he pulled away from your cunt for a moment. "I know you want to."

You a rush of heat go straight to your core at his words, and took your seat back on his face. Slowly, you began to rock your hips back and forth, rubbing your sopping heat against Simon's flattened tongue.

The feeling was ethereal and like nothing you'd ever felt before. His warm tongue, flattened against your core, mixed with the slight stubble of his jawline had your orgasm rapidly approaching.

You continued your lazy pace, rocking your hips back and forth slightly as Simon continued to stretch out his tongue for you.

Your orgasm rippled through you, causing your body to convulse slightly against Simon's face. Simon's grip on your thighs tightened as he desperately licked up the remnants of your orgasm, moaning softly at your taste.

He sat up gently, and the look on his face had your cheeks aflame with embarrassment. His face was covered in your essence, but he couldn't have looked happier. "Did so well for me, love. Think you can cum on my cock this time?"

John Price-

"I'm not asking you, I'm telling you. Get that pretty ass over here and sit on my face." John's voice was demanding, leaving no room for you to question his request.

You discarded your undergarments as you made your way over to your husband, who was patiently waiting for you on the bed.

You hesitantly lowered yourself onto his face before he let out out a soft groan. "Don't put half your body weight on me, baby. Fucking sit on me like you would a chair."

John grabbed at the plushy flesh of your thighs as you sat yourself onto his face, pinning you so you were unable to move.

He waisted no time in placing wet, open-mouthed kisses to your core, causing your hands to fly out and grasp at the headboard in front of you.

"Always taste so fucking divine, princess." He groaned as he continued to slurp at your neverending arousal. The hair from his beard added to the pleasure you were experiencing as it began to rub at your pussy with each movement of his mouth.

You let out a strangled moan as your hands flew down to his hair, tugging at the dark brown locks firmly as you instinctively ground your cunt against his mouth.

John attached his lips to your clit tightly, sucking with just the right amount of pressure you make your body go limp against him. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you clung to his hair for dear life, his teeth now lightly biting at your clit.

"John, I'm gonna, I'm gonna cum." You gasped out as his tongue now started to flick feverishly at your puffy clit.

He grunted into your pussy in response as he looked up at you with lust filled eyes.

With one final flick of his tongue, your vision went white, your head falling back as your orgasm hit you. Your legs shook against John's head as he reached his hands out to steady you, his mouth not leaving your pussy as he continued the movements of his tongue.

He lifted you up slightly before flipping you over so that your backside was now in his face. He gave you a light smack to your ass, causing you to lurch forward, your face inches away from his painfully hard cock.

"Not done with you yet, but certainly won't complain if you want to return the favor."

Johnny Soap MacTavish-

"Come here." Johnny beckoned, waiving you over with his hand. "Let me taste you, please. It's been too long."

"Johnny, I'm too heavy, I don't want to hurt you." You mumbled, nervously picking at your hair as you hovered over his midsection.

"You're not too heavy, bugger off with that. Now come over here and give me what I want." He chuckled darkly before grabbing your legs and pulling you toward him. "Be a good girl and sit."

You let your mind go blank as you obeyed his command, sitting yourself firmly on his outstretched tongue.

You gasped, feeling his tongue immediately go to your dripping folds. The worries of your weight on his face were long gone, as your mind grew hazy from the movements of Johnny's tongue.

Johnny was a groaning mess underneath you, causing you to moan out from the vibrations that rippled through your core from his groans.

"Use my face, lass. Make yourself cum in my mouth." Johnny's voice was husky, dripping with lust as he pulled away from your core to take a breather.

His words ellicited a primal growl from your lips as you pushed your aching core back down to his parted lips. You wasted no time in grabbing onto the sides of his head as you began to grind your wet heat down on his face.

Johnny licked at your cunt wildly, not missing a beat as he pushed his face further into your cunt, practically suffocating himself in it.

You felt your body tighten as your orgasm began to hit you, a wetness pooling out of you, coating your lover's face below you. You cried out as your body lurched forward, your hands flying to rest on the wall to support yourself. "Fuck, Johnny I'm so sorry, I've made a mess."

Johnny's hands grabbed at your waist, pulling you off of him before pinning you down in front of him on the bed.

"Don't. Ever. Apologize. For. That." He breathed, his face still slick with your arousal. He lowered himself down on the bed, his face hovering near your drenched pussy. "Now be a good girl, and let me clean up the mess we made."

Kyle Gaz Garrick-

"But what if you can't breathe? I don't want to suffocate you." You said your cheeks are aflame with embarrassment

"Sweetheart, I promise to let you know if I can't breathe." He chuckled rubbing soothing circles into your thighs. "I've got a strong jaw. You won't hurt me."

"Okay." You breathed as your heart rate began to pick up. You slowly made your way up the length of Kyle's body before your heat hovered over his face.

You looked down to find Kyle giving you a reassuring smile before you sat down with your thighs on either side of his head.

He began with slow kitten licks, teasing your core with his tongue. He chuckled at the small moans that emitted from your lips as he licked a firm strip up your center.

"Taste so good, honey." He cooed into your pussy, before placing wet kisses all along your core.

His warm tongue moved to dance between your folds, collecting what he could of your essence. It never took long for Kyle to get drunk off your taste, and he quickly pulled you down further onto his face, nearly suffocating himself with your heat.

You'd never expected it to feel this good, and you couldn't help the string of moans that escaped your lips as your lover continued to ruin you with his mouth.

You felt yourself nearing your edge and desperately tried to move off of Kyle's mouth. "Ky, I'm close, I don't wanna make a mess."

He pulled his face away and chuckled darkly before placing another wet, open-mouthed kiss to your core. "You're staying right here til I get my fill out of you. Got it?"

Alejandro-

"Get over here." Alejandro said as he made himself comfortable on the bed. "Why are you being so shy, mi amor? It's just me."

"I dont want to hurt you." You mumbled sheepishly as you stood beside the bed.

"Sweetheart, you won't, I promise. You said this was something you've always wanted to try. Let me enlighten you. Plus, I want to, badly." His voice was soft as his arms reached out to grab you.

"You want to?" You asked, the shyness you felt before slowly leaving your system.

"So fucking bad hermosa." He echoed, pulling your naked frame onto the bed. "Go head, take a seat."

You slowly sank down onto his face, before feeling his warm, wet mouth immediately attack your cunt. He started a toe curling pace as he flattened his tongue against your sensitive bud and flitted his head from side to side.

"Fuck! Ale!" You cried out, your thighs tightening against his head, causing him to grunt out against your cunt.

His pace didn't falter, his head continuing to move side to side at a brutal pace, and you could feel yourself growing closer to your orgasm.

The sounds were obscene between your moans, and the slurping noises emitting from him had you nearing your release and fast.

Alejandro moved his mouth down to your entrance, his tongue flicking at the hole wildly as his nose rubbed at your clit. A soft moan emitted from your lips, causing him to fully sheathe his tongue inside of your hole, rubbing along the velvety walls within his reach.

You felt the coil in your belly tightening as your hands flew down to your lover's hair, threading it in between his black locks. "Ale, g-gonna cum."

"Cum for me princessa." He moaned into your pussy, and his words were all you needed to be sent over the edge. You felt a pulsing heat corse through you as Alejandro continued to eat you out through your orgasm. He pulled his face away from you a few moments later with a devilish grin.

"I need more, mi amor. Be good for me, and let me get my fill."

Roldolfo-

"Sit on my face." Rodolfo asked suddenly causing you to halt your bouncing movements on his cock.

"What?" You asked breathless, your hands steadying yourself on his chest.

"I said, mi amor, come sit on my face, let me make you feel good." He stretched his hands out toward you, beckoning you toward him. "You're doing so good on top of me, I want to repay you."

You let him drag you toward him before placing a shaky hand on his chest. "Wait, what if I hurt-"

"Don't ask me if you're going to hurt me, and don't ask if I'll be able to breathe, please cariño, just sit on my face." He begged, his eyes pleading with yours.

You swallowed thickly and moved to sit on his face as his arms came to latch around your thighs, pressing you firmly to his face.

He began to lap at your arousal like a man starved and was unable to control the soft groans that emitted from his lips against your pussy.

"Put all your weight on me, mi amor." He purred as his hands wrapped around your thighs. With your mind hazy, all your previous insecure thoughts were long forgotten as you fully sat yourself on your lover's face, relishing in the feeling of his tongue lapping at your heat.

He was beyond pussy drunk, and planned to stay like that for hours if you let him. His pace began to quickened as he let his tongue dance between your folds, flicking at your clit each time his tongue landed at the top of your pussy.

You couldn't help but let yourself fall back slightly, your hands grabbing at his thighs behind you to give you support as you began to move your hips in a circular motion, rubbing your pussy along Rodolfos outstretched tongue.

You felt yourself getting closer to your release, and Rodolfo knew it. He abruptly pulled away from your core with a grin. "Ah ah ah."

You let out a small whimper as Rodolfo sat up, sending you sliding to his midsection. "Be good hermosa, and get back on my cock, yeah?"

König-

"Maus, please, come sit on my face." König pleaded, his cock painfully straining against his pants. "I need it."

"Kö, I'll hurt you. You won't be able to breathe."

"Schatz, you won't hurt me, I promise. Please." He begged, his lust filled eyes raking up and down your figure. "Let me make you feel good."

You swallowed your nerves and walked over to your boyfriend, climbing over his figure on the bed. "Tell me if it's too much."

"You'll never be too much." He roughly pulled you down onto his mouth, causing you to cry out as his tongue danced at your aching hole. His eyes stayed on you as he began to move his tongue in a circular motion at your entrance before moving it in and out of you at a languid pace.

You let out a small sob, the stimulation of his tongue quickly proving to be too much as you bucked your hips, your core grinding against his face. He let out a dark chuckle as his tongue returned to your hole, continuing to piston in and out of you at a feverish pace.

His pace eventually slowed as his tongue made its way to your clit, slowly drawing various letters and symbols against your bundle of nerves. Your thighs had tightened around his head, allowing you to grind yourself again on your lover's face.

König let out a groan as you gently ground your wet heat across his face, covering him from his nose to his chin with your arousal.

He quickened the pace of his tongue once more as he felt you shake slightly against his face, a sign of your oncoming orgasm. He began to flick his tongue wildly at your clit while squeezing at the flesh of your ass.

You felt the coil in your belly tighten and snap with one harsh flick of Königs tongue, your orgasm tearing through you as your legs tightened around his head. "Fuck, Kö!"

König didn't stop moving his mouth, however, and continued to lap at your orgasm obscenely. He pulled his face away moments later, a giant fucked out smile lining his lips. "Let me go again, Maus, please?

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A/N: Instead of taking a full-on break, I'm planning on posting periodically instead of every day. I still am working to get to each of your requests, and I greatly appreciate all of your patience and support🩷

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ragingbookdragon · 1 year

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She squeezed between Ghost and Soap in the backseat of the transport, catching sight of the man in the driver’s seat. Alejandro nodded at him. “This is my second in command, Sergeant Major Rodolfo Parra.”

The man nodded and looked at them, then Alejandro and muttered, “Tengo miedo de los fantasmas.” He snorted as Alejandro asked Soap if he could speak Spanish, and Rudy happened to look in the rearview mirror, catching her eyes.

He smiled at her and something fluttered in her chest; she leaned her head to Ghost. “I gotta question.” He grunted and she asked, “Can you speak Pig Latin?”

Ghost blinked and looked over. “Is it like Egg Latin?”

Her lips pursed as she thought about it. “Kind of. Igpay atinlay.”

He stared at her for a moment, no doubt running it through his head; he nodded. “Atwhay?”

She turned back to the front. “Iyay antway atthay oneyay.”

“Ichwhay oneay?”

“Ethay Irginvay.”

Ghost looked at her. “Ichway oneay?”

“Odolforay, uhday.”

“Owhay oday ouyay owknay e'shay ayay irginvay?”

“Ethay olonel'scay eenbay ithway omenway, anmay eedsblay ominantday exualsay energyyay.” She let out a hum and cooed, “Odolforay, onyay ethay otheryay andhay…easeplay, ooklay atyay ethay anmay. e'shay attle-brokenbay, otnay ed-brokenbay.” Her expression twisted into something downright notorious as she added, “I'myay onnagay avehay atthay anmay onyay ishay eesknay orfay emay, atchway.”

Ghost scoffed and retorted, “Entay ucksbay ouyay on'tday eforebay eway eavelay.”

She held out her hand. “Ealday.”

They shook on it and fell back into silence, only for Soap to lean over and stare at them like they’d lost their minds as he asked, “What the fuck did you two just do?”

She glared at him. “Don’t worry about it.” Leaning forward, she propped her elbows on the console of the jeep and asked, “So, Colonel Alejandro, Sergeant Major Rodolfo, such handsome men like you two must have even more beautiful wives at home, yes?”

Alejandro laughed. “Oh no, Rudy and I aren’t married yet. A little too busy chasing down cartel members for romance.”

She shot a look at Ghost over her shoulder with a smirk before sympathizing, “Oh, such a shame. You know, I have a great idea about that…”

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gothicflowers · 1 month

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Anon: Which COD man do you think eats pussy just to relax you? Like if you had a shit day, they don’t care about their needs they just get on their knees?

anon, I love you. And there are three characters that come to mind.

ALEX KELLER JOHN PRICE RUDY PARRA

He made it home first. You didn’t have time to hang your coat before he had you pressed against the wall in a heated kiss. Hands roaming all over.

“I missed you today, work has horrible” you whined to him as he made his way down kissing your neck. A soft sigh left your tired lips. He picks you up, hands on your ass underneath your skirt carrying you to the bedroom.

“Oh I could tell from your messages” he mumbled as his lips attacked your chest. Sucking little love bites into you.

“I want you so bad but I’m exhausted” you replied as he sat you onto the bed. Eyes desperate for him as you slowly blink tiredly.

He smirks “Oh baby, I’m not expecting anything from you. Now lay back, relax and keep those pretty legs open for me” his rough hands pull you in closer to him as his tongue drags through your soaked folds.

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lvlyghost · 1 year

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Some general info for anyone writing Alejandro and Rodolfo that no one asked for

(from your favorite mexican ofc)

Part 2

✨swearing and slangs✨

We can hear them throughout the entire game! For example

“A la verga.” This particular swear word, although it is widely used, it’s not something you say around adults or your family. It’s a really, and I cannot stress this enough, bad word! You use it with your friends (mostly men) which is on spot in the game👌🏻

“A huevo.” We love this one, a somewhat neutral and not-so- bad expression to show excitement or agreement! I totally didn’t giggle like an idiot when Ghost said it.

Still don’t wanna use it in front of your grandmother, trust me!

✨culture, traditions, & more✨

•Mexicans LOVE their families, trust me if you ask alejandro or rudy about them you’ll melt their hearts, and hey… mothers are sacred!

•A highly religious country! don’t be surprised if you find holy images, altars and religious art on the streets! It’s a nice touch if you want to describe their surroundings while taking a walk on the street!

side note! It’s SUPER common to see rosaries hanging from the rear view mirrors in the cars! these two probably have one in their vehicles.🌞

•day of the dead (día de muertos): death, we celebrate it. Ask these boys about their beloved ones that already passed away and they’ll most likely tell you about them with a smile on their faces! The whole country is a sight to be hold during this time🌼

•Magic towns (pueblos mágicos)🪅: Just imagine visiting one of them with Alejandro and Rodolfo! Colorful Streets filled with vendors and all sorts of indigenous art, clothing and candies!

Don’t even get me started with the food! You’ll definitely gain some weight with all the food you’d eat!👌🏻😮‍💨

•Cartels: yes I had to, no, I don’t like it! The game is pretty accurate, violence is a big problem but heeey glad you’re here to help us fight right??😎

✨Pet names✨

Some of my favorites (feel free to use them!)

Cariño - Honey

*Nena/Nene - Babe

Amor - Love

*Princesa/Principe - Princess /Prince

*spanish and its gendered forms. You know…

Hope this was helpful! Might do more, we shall see💃🏻

#call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mwii #cod mw2 #cod alejandro #alejandro vargas imagine #alejandro vargas #cod rodolfo #rodolfo parra imagine #rodolfo parra #rodolfo mw2 #rodolfo x reader #alejandro x reader #cod x reader

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lxvvie · 6 months

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Your lover who makes themselves home between your legs.

Sucking. Kissing. Caressing. Loving on you.

Your lover who holds you with a stare dazed and penetrating just the same.

Your lover who won't let you cum. Not unless you keep your gaze on them.

"Eyes on me. And only me..."

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prismuffin · 1 year

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The MW2 boys reaction to you calling them pretty boy

w/ Price, Gaz, Ghost, Soap, Alejandro, Rudy

warnings?: swearing, mentions of drinking

*gn reader ( can be read as any gender ! )

!-!more under the cut!-!

John Price:

—You calling him pretty boy would definitely catch him off guard.

—Honestly he thinks it's a dare

—Depending on how well he knows you he might let it slide, unless you're in public or around other members of 141, then he'll reprimand you for it.

—Secretly enjoys it but tries not to show any reaction

"Drinking all by yourself pretty boy?"

John's head snapped in your direction, seeing you leaning against the counter. He was currently at the bar having a drink though your presence completely caught him off guard. He eyed you up and down before taking another sip of his drink, already sensing the headache inducing conversation ahead. "Pretty boy?" He questioned, his body jolting in a silent laugh, though it was more out of disbelief than anything. "Never call me that again Sergeant." "Yes sir."

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick:

—Did he hear you right?

—Is honestly super flustered but is very happy with the new nickname, he's still very confused at the suddenness of it though.

—He's super smiley all day afterwards like it's all he can think about. Price had to ask him what was had happened to make him so happy.

Gaz was going through a routine pre-workout stretch in the training room. He had more of a lean build compared to some of his mates and though that doesn't make him any less capable it still made him feel as though he has to keep up sometimes. "Nice arms you got there pretty boy!" He turned his head in your direction, his eyebrows raised as he watched you wink at him before disappearing into the hallway. He beamed, feeling a bit more energized than before. He completed his workout with a confidence boost, nobody could tear Gaz down that day. He knew he was getting questioning looks from Price about his smiley attitude but he didn't care.

Simon "Ghost" Riley:

—He's so confused? Like did you really just say that to him of all people?? The guy wearing the mask all the time???

—Like Price, he thinks it's a dare or a joke you got forced into by Soap or something

—Doesn't know how to take random genuine compliments that have no context so please bare with him

—Might just fully ignore you honestly, especially if its early mornings

Ghost sighed as he walked into the common room. Soap and Gaz were talking about something in the corner of the room while Price seemed to be sat reviewing some files, you standing over his shoulder. You noticed him first, your eyes catching his as he stood in the doorway. You nodded your head at him, "Morning pretty boy." He blinked at you, seeing if you were serious. It wasn't something he had expected to leave your mouth and he didn't know how to react, he was thankful for his mask at times like these. Noticing your greeting, Price had turned and nodded to him as well before the both of you went back to looking at the files. He mumbled a "Fuckin' 'ell" as he walked deeper into the room. He just hoped that nickname wouldn't stick.

John "Soap" MacTavish:

—He easily accepts the new nickname with a smirk

—Two can play that game 'cause he'll definitely flirt back a little to be honest

—You're just adding fuel to his ego ya know

—Like Gaz he's just a big ole happy boy after you call him pretty boy

Soap was with Ghost in the locker room on base. He was chatting with Ghost, though it was more like he was talking while Ghost was listening, only giving input when he felt necessary. You'd walked in when Soap had just taken off his tactical vest, leaving him in nothing but a tight black shirt. A whistle cut through the air, catching the attention of both men. "Looking good pretty boy." Soap's expression morphed from confusion to that of an amused one. A smirk rested on his lips as he crossed his arms. "Not lookin' too bad yourself there la' " He winked before hearing Ghost groan about how you two were being gross.

Alejandro Vargas:

—It catches him off guard much like Price but he quickly gets over his shock

—Like Soap he's more than likely to flirt back with you

—Finds it funny, especially if it comes from nowhere

—Will tease you to hide his own flustered state

You were currently occupying yourself by cleaning off one of your favorite submachine guns. It was then that Alejandro had walked in with Rodolfo. They were both coated in sweat after a morning run which Rudy had immediately left to wash off. You would have joined them both had you not been minorly injured on one of the recent expeditions. You weren't complaining though, you got to rest all day and take in sights like this. A smirk found its way onto your face as your eyes scanned over Alejandro's form. "Welcome back pretty boy." Alejandro shook his head, a smile resting on his face. "Ten cuidado amigo/a, falling for me can be dangerous." (Be careful, friend)

Rodolfo Parra:

—He's flattered to say the least, he definitely wasn't expecting it but he's not mad at all

—Like Gaz and Soap he's very smiley afterwards

—You made his day with such a simple compliment and he secretly hopes the nickname will stick cause it makes his heart flutter.

Rodolfo was currently training some new recruits for Los Vaqueros, yelling semi-threatening words of encouragement as he watched them run the track. The yelling along with the heat had made him a bit lightheaded though he fought against the feeling. He jolted when a hand clapped his back, turning to see your face greeting him with a smile. "You doing alright pretty boy?" If you asked Rudy later he'd definitely blame the blush rising in his cheeks on the heat. "S-Sí, I'm ok." You tilted your head, unhooking your hip flask from your belt. You held it out to him "Cuídate Rudy." (Take care of yourself) He nodded, grabbing the flask from your hand and taking a big sip before handing it back to you. "Gracias." "De nada."

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