#rudy mi amor <3

[lilywastaken]

⇝ cowboy .

Rodolfo Parra x Fem!AFAB!Reader.

SUMMARY: You don't like Rudy's new hat.

WARNINGS: NSFW!! Some fluffy moments<3.

A/N: Based on this image here! Finally got it out 😭 I'm going to pass out now good night! (Please reblog and comment it helps a lot!!!) Also not proofread, that'll have to wait till tomorrow 😭.

WORD COUNT: 3.5k.

Translations are at the end!

Also on ao3 !

MASTERLIST.

"What. Is. That."

"¿No te gusta?" Rodolfo chuckled, pinching the rim of the hay and running the fingers along it, adjusting it over his head of curls, the contrast between the sombrero and the boxers he was currently sporting enough to make you laugh. "Era de mi papá. Found it looking through my mom's attic."

"Rudy…" you trailed off, sucking in air through your teeth as you watched him admire himself in the mirror, a goofy smile plastered on his face. "I think it's the underwear that's not doing it for me."

You meant that innocently, of course. Imagining him in his normal clothes with the hat was way more attractive than whatever was going on right now, but by the way he turned towards you with a sparkle in his eye and his hands resting on his hips right above the elastic band of said underwear, he'd clearly taken it the dirty way.

"Oh? So you'd rather me without them?"

Your face went warm, rolling your eyes and turning around in your shared bed, clicking your tongue in annoyance. "You know I didn't mean it like that. Take it off and come to bed."

"Aguafiestas." He grumbled, balancing the hat carefully on top of the full length mirror before adjusting his underwear, climbing back into bed per request and wrapping his arms around you instantaneously. "My father told me that mom took one look at him in that hat and fell head over heels for him!"

"Yeah? Well your father lied, Rudy. Go to sleep."

"Ay, cómo me hieres, mi vida."

A few weeks passed before you saw him wear the damned hat again. It hung on the mirror where he'd left it, and it didn't move until some of his family came over to his house to celebrate one of his niece's birthdays, since of course, uncle Rudy had the biggest house and was always willing to have his family come over.

You were very fond of his family, as were they towards you, so you had no problem with them celebrating at your place since it was always a whole lot of fun, and you could just snuggle with your husband on one of the chairs they put outside and sip on a beer while chatting away with his relatives.

And that's exactly what you were doing, sitting on Rudy's lap in one of the plastic chairs his brother had brought over, running your fingers through his hair while he worked on finishing his second beer and entertained his smallest nephew, who's current fixation was apparently cowboys. And as luck would have it, Rudy was one (well, a self proclaimed one, you doubted he and Alejandro actually did any horse riding or used lassos back at base.), and the small boy had immediately taken a liking to him after his father had redirected him towards you both, no doubt wanting to get some peace with his own wife.

"And you wear hats? Like the movies?" The boy spoke, waving his hands around his head to further his point, gasping as Rudy nodded and slapped a hand down onto your thigh, your immediate response being to hit him in the chest.

"Así es. Shoot guns, too."

"Woah!" The little boy had sparkles in his eyes, which only brightened when his grandma came over and placed a hand on Rudy's shoulder, gesturing towards the house.

"How about you go show him the hat? I'm sure your dad would like to see you wear it too."

"Dale, ahora vuelvo." He grinned, pressing a kiss to your cheek (you didn't miss the cheeky look in his eye) before sliding out from under you, rushing back inside.

"He told me you fell for his dad as soon as you saw the hat." You commented over to his mother, taking the almost empty beer Rudy had left and finishing it off.

She snorted, waving her hand at you dismissively. "Ay, no, he looked ridiculous in it. Just didn't have the heart to tell him."

You deadpanned at her, not believing your ears. "So why'd you give it to Rudy?" You whined, making her laugh.

"Thought I'd enjoy seeing you suffer a bit, mija."

You threw your head back in exasperation, hitting it against the hard plastic of the chair as soon as you saw Rudy return with the hat on, whistling and compliments erupting from everyone as he quite basically sauntered back over to you, lifting you up and taking back his rightful spot with you on his lap, an unamused look on your face.

After entertaining his nephew for a bit, he turned back to you, arms wrapped around your waist and a sweet smile on his lips, his hands stroking at the warm skin your clothes didn't cover. "Ay, come on, it can't be that bad."

Well… he wasn't wrong. Although it still clashed a bit with the clothes he was currently wearing, you couldn't lie that it didn't look horrible on him, at least it wasn't one of the Mariachi hats you'd seen hung up at his dad's house the last time you went over.

You raised a hand to cup his cheek, face growing warm as he immediately leaned into you, eyes fluttering closed and a soft sigh leaving him, relaxing under your touch.

"It's… not awful." You murmured, bringing his face closer so you could press a short kiss to the tip of his nose. "Mi vaquero."

He laughed, tilting his head up to kiss you properly, pulling back after a bit and smiling. "Eso es, tu vaquero."

You spent the remaining hours of the night like that, perched on his lap sharing short chaste kisses with him, only stopping for him to get another beer or when his father came over to slam his hand onto Rudy's back, laughing boastfully about how he told him the hat worked.

And you were horrified to say, at the end of the night, that his father wasn't wrong.

Watching him clean up and wash the dishes with the hat still on, shouldn't have been as attractive as it was.

Some of his family still loitered outside, and watching Rudy with his hands on his waist like his mother usually did telling his brothers to make sure to clean after themselves before leaving was definitely one of the highlights of your night, but you didn't mind.

After throwing away some empty bottles, you passed the guest bathroom, stopping in your tracks as you saw Rudy standing in front of the mirror, rubbing at his stubble with a concentrated look.

"Howdy, cowboy." You said in an overly western accent, getting a laugh out of him as he turned to look at you. "What happened to our bathroom upstairs?"

"Oh, one of the kids spilled their drink all over themselves, my sister's cleaning them up." He explained with a shrug, watching you carefully as you walked in and closed the door behind you, hopping up onto the counter and sending him a wide smile. "¿Qué?"

"Nothing." You reached out a hand to brush against his cheek, warmth pooling in your tummy as he instantly melted into your touch, running your fingers over the five o'clock shadow he'd been sporting for a while. "You know… The hat's actually doing it for me."

The way his whole face brightened could've been enough to rival every single star in the galaxy.

"¿En serio?"

"En serio." You repeated with a smile, watching him slowly make his way between your legs, his warm hands running down your exposed thighs and making their home there, cockiness oozing out of him.

"Hmm… I told you it worked. You should be glad you're the only woman I've worn it around…" He joked, leaning in to continue the kisses you'd both been sharing across the night, letting you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer.

"Like anyone else would love you and your dorky hat the way I do." You teased, pulling down at his hat from the back and giggling as he furrowed his brows and pursed his lips in mock anger.

"Hmph." He stopped moving, leaving you to be the one continuing the kisses, stopping in your tracks when you realised you were the only one putting effort into your little makeout session.

"What?" You laughed, knowing his anger wasn't serious. "Little cowboy can't handle the truth?"

The condescending giggle and the way you pulled down at the front of his hat so it would cover his eyes turned his fake anger into a simmering irritation, the grip he had on your thighs tightening.

His cheeks burned from beneath the hat, although he couldn't lie that the spot around his crotch wasn't growing tighter, your mocking tone making him want to do nothing more than to bend you over the counter and teach you a lesson. Despite how rarely he got into this state of mind where all he wanted was to fuck you as roughly as he could, when he did, the only goal in his mind was to get you to a point where the only thing coming out of your mouth was his name.

And now, he knew it was a tiny bit ridiculous getting this worked up over some teasing jokes, but from past experience, he knew you never complained when he got like this.

"Oh, c'mon. Are you crying?" You snickered, flicking the brim of his hat up so you could see his eyes, ready to crack and start giggling when you would inevitably see his own face struggling not to laugh, but you froze in your tracks when you saw the way his eyes had darkened.

Oh.

Oh.

A pleasurable shiver ran down your spine as you realised what you'd gotten into, dropping your hands down to his that were still perched on your thighs, taking them and directing them to grab onto your waist, freezing as he pulled them back away from you and grabbed onto your thighs once again, wrapping them around his waist and pulling your along.

"¿Te crees graciosa, mi amor?"

You kept your mouth closed, slowly hooking your feet behind his back to keep him close, shaking your head at him.

"Shy all of a sudden? What happened to that snarky mouth of yours?" He grumbled, one of his hands coming down to slap at the top of your thighs, near your ass. "Think we can find a better way to keep it occupied that isn't insulting your poor husband?"

You immediately nodded, giddiness filling your body as you watched him step back and start unbuckling his belt, taking that as the clue to jump off the counter and slide to your knees, shuffling towards him and sitting down on your heels expectantly, looking up at him through your eyelashes as he unzipped his fly.

"Cálmate."

Despite the angry façade he was trying to keep up, he couldn't help the smile that pulled at his lips as soon as he held his cock out in front of you, the awestruck look that you wore never failing to boost his ego and make him giddy.

"Venga. You can touch."

As soon as those words had left his mouth, you took him into your own, enjoying the slight salty taste he had from having sat outside in the sun for so long, arms coming up to grab at his jeans as you took him all the way down to the base, eyes rolling into the back of your head as his hand grabbed at the back of your head, pushing your face into the tuft of curls that adorned the base of his beautiful cock.

"Ay… Así es, mi amor… good girl …"

You moaned at his praise, sending vibrations right up his spine and making him throw his head back, the feeling of your mouth drooling around his cock always a beautiful sight.

You pulled back, resorting to giving yourself a quick break and peppering kisses all over him, taking a few moments to press a few to his balls, knowing he was extra sensitive down there, before going back to training your throat to take him once again. It wasn't like you'd never had him in your mouth before, hell, you'd spend all day between his legs if you could, but you were never fully able to get used to his massive size, always slightly struggling when giving him a blowjob and when taking him normally.

"Ay, que linda te ves…" He sighed, brushing some strands of your hair away from your eyes so he could gaze into them properly, thighs stuttering as you gagged around him, closing his eyes and taking a few deep breaths to regain his proper mindset. "Okay, come on… Dios, I need to fuck you so badly."

You seemed to have forgotten who'd been in charge a few moments back due to how his tone had changed back to his normal, sweet one that he used during soft sex, completely ignoring his request and continuing to slide his cock down your throat, fingers running over the sensitive base and massaging his balls.

He growled, throwing his head back and indulging you for a few more moments before finally grasping at your hair and forcibly pulling you back, looking down at your tear and drool stained face as you both regained your breath.

"I told you to stop. Can't listen to a single thing I say, huh? Let's see if you get this one, then. Arriba."

You immediately got up as he tugged at your hair upwards, not rough enough to hurt, but hard enough to convey the message.

He met you with a sloppy kiss, not even caring that you'd been sucking his dick mere moments ago, just needing to have your lips against his.

"Venga, venga." He murmured as he tried pulling away, but got too distracted on how pretty you sounded while he kissed you dumb, hands grabbing at your waistband so he could pull down your shorts while distracting you with his breathtaking kiss. "Up." He breathed out once your shorts were lying on the ground, raising your arms so he could easily tug your shirt off and wrench off your bra, hands immediately grabbing at your breasts, thumb and pointer finger pulling and tugging at your nipples until they were hard and sore.

"Oww, Rudy…" you whined against his lips, crying out as he grabbed you by the hair again and moved you both back to the counter, carefully yet still roughly bending you over and pushing your flushed face against the cool marble.

"Stay." He snapped, slapping at you ass when he saw you try to squirm, tugging at his cock a few more times with a few breathless moans before deeming himself ready enough, pushing aside your panties to reveal your sopping wet hole. "No mames… You're fucking soaking, mi vida…"

You whined in embarrassment, trying to move away from his burning gaze but only getting another slap to the ass instead.

"Ay, nothing to be embarrassed about…" He cooed, smiling at the loud moan that left your lips as soon as his cock pressed against your entrance. "Makes me feel real happy that you're this turned on because of me."

Without even letting you reply, he pushed right in, the sound that left you akin to a scream and muffling the moan that escaped him.

"Rudy!" You cried out, tears bordering your eyes as you pulsed around him, whimpering once his hands landed on your waist and he leaned down to kiss all over your back, rubbing his stubble against your skin with a snicker to watch you squirm.

"Yeah, it's me… Come on, you tell me…" He murmured between soft kisses, despite the bad guy stance he'd taken at the beginning still worried about your wellbeing and enjoyment during, waiting for you to adjust so he could pound into you.

After a few moments of deep breaths and getting used to his cock pressing deep against you (also enjoying the soft kisses he was peppering all over your skin), you let out a small whimper, grinding your ass back onto his cock and waiting for him to get the gist.

And when he did, oh, his hand landed over your tailbone, using that as leverage to pull out and slam back in, your body jolting at the sudden intrusion and the weird feeling of your tits rubbing against cold marble, the warm sensation your husband was causing down there contrasting with how cold your upper body felt when pressed to the cool counter.

"So, so good!!" You praised with a cry, one of his hands grabbing at your wrists and tugging the back, holding them together as he continued to slam in and out of you, the head of his cock almost always hitting that one spot he'd memorised by now, feeling every single ridge and vein rub against your insides in the best way possible. "So good, Rudy!!'

"Yeah? That good, mi vida?" He moaned out, rolling his hips to get deeper and to pull a crying mewl out of you, chuckling as he saw the drool dribbling down your mouth and onto the counter. "¿Tan solo empezamos y ya estás tontita?"

His knees pushed your legs further apart, giving him more space to ram his cock into and make you see stars, body shaking around his cock as you both got closer to the edge despite his initial remarks, the rough feeling of his cock battering your insides enough to get you both to your orgasms quicker than usual.

"'m- gonna-"

"Sí, ya sé. You can do it, amor… Cum for me, okay?" He whimpered, his free hand coming down to where you both connected to find your clit, rubbing his thumb against in the way he knew would drive you crazy, smiling sweetly as you looked over your shoulder to make eye contact with him, almost rolling your eyes out of exasperation when you saw the hat still sitting on his now dishevelled curls. "Still here."

Whether he was talking about the hat or himself, you didn't know.

Once the knot inside of you had snapped, and your walls had tightened around his cock, juices squirting around his cock and staining his crotch, he finally gave himself the liberty to cum, letting your wrists go and grabbing onto your ass, using it as leverage to quickly rutt into you, biting down onto his tongue as you made no move to stop him from cumming inside, heart rate spiking as he got more and more excited to finish inside, making eye contact with you once again while he was about to near his release only to see the dumbstruck smile that pulled at your lips, as if you were explicitly waiting for him to finish inside.

That was enough to have his eyes rolling back and his hips stuttering, pressing himself deep inside you and letting himself go, his seed filling you and almost immediately overflowing, your combined juices leaking out of you despite his cock acting like a plug.

"Got a bit excited there, huh?" You said through deep breaths, mentioning the way you'd seen him grin almost manically as he thought about cumming inside. "Degenerate."

"Cállate." He laughed, taking his own deep breath as he leaned over and pressed your lips together, hat sliding off his head and hitting your forehead. "Ay, perdón."

You slapped his hands away before he could take it, pushing him away and forcing him to pull out in the process, allowing you to finally turn around and sit down on the counter like you had before, taking the hat into your hands and placing it messily over your dishevelled hair.

"How'd I look?" You laughed, leaning your sweaty body against the mirror and closing your eyes out of exhaustion.

A beat.

"Rudy?"

Silence.

You cracked one eye open, jaw falling open as your eyes landed on his once again hard cock, unbelieving that he'd gotten turned on after such a session just by seeing you in his hat.

"Oh my god, Rudy. How are you-"

You both froze as the door to the upstairs bathroom opened, listening to his sister and her son talk all the way downstairs and disappear into the backyard, turning back to each other as soon as silence reigned again.

You squealed as he lunged towards you, grabbing at your plush thighs and letting yourself wrap around his body, arms and legs clinging onto him as he didn't even bother to grab at your discarded clothing, slamming the bathroom door open and loudly running upstairs with you in his arms, not wanting to accidentally flash anyone.

You laughed as you both landed on your shared bed, hat still somehow intact as he pulled it off you, putting it back on with a goofy grin.

"How about a second round, mi vida?"

¿No te gusta? — You don't like it?

Era de mi papá. — It was my dad's.

Aguafiestas. — Spoilsport.

Ay, cómo me hieres. — Oh, how you wound me.

Dale, ahora vuelvo. — Alright, I'll be right back.

¿En serio? — Seriously?

¿Te crees graciosa? — You think you're funny?

Cálmate. — Calm down.

Qué linda te ves. — You look so beautiful.

Arriba. — Up.

¿Tan solo empezamos y ya estás tontita? — We just started and you've already gone stupid?

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[kittsch]

ranking cod boys' intimacy style from gentle to rough feat: 141 + los vaqueros + others reader: afab, implied different readers for each cw: explicit smut, kink, fluff, pretty tame imo but lmk if you'd like something tagged NSFW BELOW CUT * MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

1.) the gentlest, surprisingly, is ghost. make no mistake, he'll absolutely fuck the daylights out of you if you ask him to -- would enjoy it, too. but as simon riley... honestly, this man is touch-starved and nearing forty. he is tired, baby. coming home from deployment, first thing simon does is shower (knows you hate the smell of war on him), then take a fat nap with you. if you're in the middle of something, no you're not. he'll literally scoop you up and fireman-carry you to the couch or bed, whichever is closest. simon loves holding you, wants to be touching you all. the. time. his favorite way to nap is wrapped around you like a fitted sheet; skin on skin, nose in your hair as he breathes in the scent of your shampoo. loves it even more when, later, he gets to wake you with soft, open-mouthed kisses on your neck; the flat of his palm sliding down the gentle swell of your tummy, cuping you through your sleep shorts. simon likes you best like this. how you just... melt into him, still sleep-sodden and docile. it's one of the few things that feels right in his life. chemically, cosmically, karmically (somehow--simon doesn't think he'll ever feel like he earned this. you. that he'll ever really deserve to be yours). he takes his time; fucks you slow with his fingers, savoring your muted whimpers as he grinds into your clit with the heel of his hand. to simon, watching you come apart in the firm circle of his arms is kin to a fresco on a ceiling; a sliver of the divine, and he, a sinner, doomed to watch heaven from afar. but by some small miracle, you offer him salvation. when you cum, it's with his name on your lips, so round and lush with love, and fuck--if that isn't the thing to save him, then nothing will.

2.) second is rudy. sweet, sweet boy. he sees you barefoot in a sundress one time. one. that's all it takes to precipitously shift the trajectory of his life to one where he wifes you up and makes you a mother, in that order. you're the first person he's ever envisioned having children with -- the only one he thinks knows will be worth risking everything for. and once that mental picture settles in his mind, it’s all he can think of. it becomes his sole mission to get you under him and fill you with him til it takes. rudy is a missionary guy through and through--wants to see that pretty face, cariño so he can watch your cheeks and chest flush when you're about to cum. and the cute way your lashes flutter ("como alles de pollila, mi amor. fuck--") as he bottoms out in your sweet pussy, stretching you so good. and you're always so good for him -- wrapping your legs around his waist and tilting your hips to take him deeper, deeper. but god help you when he succeeds in knocking you up, you’re never getting a moment alone. consider rudy glued to your side for the foreseeable future. can’t seem to keep his goddamn hands to himself, either. doesn't matter that you’re uncomfortable and prickly and prone to random bouts of inconsolable crying at the worst moments. he takes it all in stride. his love is steady, solid. once, you blurt out something to the effect of i'm never going to be attractive again, my body is gonna be ruined by the end of this. and rudy (after a beat) laughs. pulls you forward til your face is buried in his chest, cradles you there when you try to squirm away. tells you he's literally so attracted to you right now he feels like he should be on some sort of list. he's watching you build a new human being inside your body. you're fucking powerful. he can't imagine anything sexier.

3.) next up is könig. from jump, he adores you; the way you smolder at the edges, the unwavering bite of your tone. kleine katze, such pretty claws you have... and he's perfectly content to settle for admiring you from afar; but where others shy from him instinctually, finding his size and perpetual quiet off-putting, you don't. seem to gravitate towards him because of it. you touch him with a gentleness that should feel foreign, but actually feels like home. this man is fucking gone for you. loves you in a way that irreparably and fundamentally changes him. may or may not have cum more than once to the thought of you: hips bucking desperately into the clench of his own fist. but he knows precisely nichts about romance, even less about flirting. has no idea you've been trying to get his attention for months. ultimately, you have to make the first move. and you do--crawling into his lap one night in a grimy off-grid safehouse after a mission went the wrong kind of sideways. when you draw up the mask he goes rigid, tense; but he almost lost you today. (thought for one endless, horrific moment that he had.) so he lets you pull back the mask--lets you see his face. and when you finally kiss him, it pulls a kind of sound out of him the likes of which he's never made before. a desperate, animal keen that claws at the walls of his chest. and könig's a gentle giant, but he is giant. you're both too hasty the first time; too desperate for closeness to prep properly, so it hurts when he bullies his cock inside you. he's significantly bigger than any of your previous partners -- twice as thick and several inches longer -- and by all rights shouldn't fucking fit inside you, but you're both tenacious enough to make it work. könig is certain salvation resides in the gummy clutch of your cunt when you take him to the hilt; shuddering as you cum around him from nothing but the way his cock stuffs you full and the pressure of his calloused thumb on your clit. it's so unbelievably hot, he cums on the spot; not needing friction or movement when he has you clenching down on him like that, scheiße. after, he takes care of you--holds you close to his chest til your breath evens out and you slip into the dreamless, black pool of sleeping.

4.) alejandro, my love. truly a man of passion. it's a long process seducing you, and he enjoys every minute of it. loves finding new ways to get you to blush almost as much as he enjoys fucking you til you're blubbering and cock-stupid. almost. he likes the idea of having a family with you, but is less pernicious about it than rudy. he knows how he feels about you; is confident it'll happen someday. that said, this man's breeding kink knows no bounds. the mating press was built for him; the perfect mix of intimacy and intensity, where he can look you in the eye as he ruts you so deep you can feel him in your fucking throat. also the most likely to suggest expanding your sexual horizons. frankly, alejandro is bisexual as fuck. loves the idea of you getting railed by another man (perhaps rudy, winkwonk) while he watches; loves the idea of you taking the both of them at once even more, but it's always about you. your comfort and pleasure is paramount, and he'll go to unfathomable lengths to make sure your needs are met. happy wife, happy life, he says, hauling you into a deep kiss when you point out that you're not technically married, yet.

5.) alex is the perfect equilibrium of rough and gentle. initially respects you as a colleague, maybe a friendly acquaintance. internally, he finds your competence and no bullshit attitude deeply attractive, but he's a consummate professional; would never put you into a position where you'd feel unsafe (outside of the obvious dangerous shit you already do). and then--he sees you shoot a gun. the way your body slides liquid-smooth into weaver, the easy roll back into isosceles in the recoil... it gets him so fucking hard so fucking quick. he has to physically remove himself from the range and rub one out in a bathroom stall, images of those firm hands pumping his weeping cock pulling him over the edge. images that don't fade, to his chagrin, even after the initial arousal is dealt with. every time he sees you, it just... pops back up, so to speak. he keeps it locked down as best he can, but fails pretty comprehensively at doing so. alex finally breaks after catching one too many recruits staring after you when you walk away (fuckin' animals--only he's allowed to do that). he seeks you out when you're both off the clock and ends up fucking you on top of one of the washing machines in the base's communal laundry room. the epitome of soft dom, comes pre-programmed with an obligatory daddy kink that you absolutely abuse to get your way. takes you out to nice restaurants seemingly for the express purpose of fucking you in the fancy-schmanzy bathroom. honest-to-god almost passes out when you choke on his cock for the first time; begs like his life is on the line for you to do it again, please, please--oh, fuck baby, yes. that experience reveals two truths to him: one, that he might be a switch, and two, that he might just have to marry you.

6.) now, keegan is a pretty tough nut to crack. it's hard to read him initially, even without the mask--but once you pick up on his tells, he's an open book. and that book wants you upended on the couch within seconds of you both entering the room. initially its just sex; a shared need to vent some frustration and stress. keegan is very private, mostly due to social discomfort and introverted tendencies. in the early days of your relationship, it manifests as him keeping you at a distance. for the first few months, he only ever kisses you when he's balls deep, and leaves after a five-minute come down. you rectify this through sheer persistence and charm. it's clear to you (far sooner than it is to him) that he's weakest to you when you give him big, sweet doe eyes and ask real pretty. this little trick works particularly well when you're riding him slow over the course of an hour, grinding down each time he bottoms out, til he's shuddering and begging you to please go faster--ah. f-fuckin' hell, kid, you're so tight, so good, fuck. when he cums, it's with a crackling whine of your name that pulls the knot of heat in your belly, sending you over after him. then, exhausted and fucked out, he falls asleep with you in his arms. he's still there the next morning when you wake, expression open and lax as he watches you wake. it's the first time you see keegan without reservations, when you realize he's got a gentleness to him--a kind of poet's sensitivity meant for libraries, museum archives, and the kinder side of nature. all overwritten by force to survive, to complete his mission. once you've seen the cracks in his mask, there's no going back for either of you. very quickly, your relationship shifts from distant and transactional to deeply personal; a tenderness blooming in the same garden as the newfound dedication to one another. keegan doesn't say I love you for a long time, but you know he does--you feel it in the way his dark eyes find you in a crowd, always seeking your familiar shape. you feel it in the way he presses your bodies flush from tip to tail while he's fucking you, when being inside of you isn't close enough. you feel it when he, for the very first time, asks you quietly if you'll stay the night with him, because he sleeps easier when you're there. so you stay--the night, and all those that follow.

7.) oh, gaz. such a mischievous little shit. your friend from your training days, you two scrap like puppies over anything and everything. banter is the cornerstone of your relationship, one-upping being a close second. you delight and infuriate one another in equal measure, bickering amongst yourselves til one of you takes a swing at the other. price has reprimanded you both multiple times for horsing around, but you're never in any real danger--you work too well together. there's a kind of shared consciousness between you; a base-level understanding, two wolves hunting in tandem. still, ghost refuses to let either of you sit together on the heli; not since that one time your game of grabass devolved into full-on grappling on the tarmac. ultimately, one of your little tiffs goes too far; ends with you both laid out on a training mat, groaning into each other's mouth as you grind your hips together through your clothes. you both pretend it didn't happen for maybe a week--then it happens again. and again. and again. being 'together' is never something you actually discuss with kyle. it just... happens. much to the chagrin of your lt and captain, the bickering actually increases when you two get together; becomes more like foreplay you can get away with doing in front of your superiors. and if this man isn't an absolute goddamn menace when it comes to exhibitionism. when he wants you, doesn't matter if you're in the middle of a meeting. fuck it--it's happening, and it's happening now. very playful in and out of the bedroom, likes teasing you in every sense of the word. he edges you so long sometimes you nearly kick him in the head when he finally lets you cum. there's my girl--oh shi--ah, haah, good fuckin' girl. he's largely aloof when it comes to his emotions--not the best at verbalizing how he's feeling or what he needs. so instead, he shows you. he shows up every. single. time. kyle's your friend before he's your lover; your partner in (war) crime(s). he's always got your six, you've always got his, and what is love if not someone who'd die (and live) for you?

8.) soap proudly describes himself as a pleasure dom, which is mostly true. but he's got serious switch potential. which you know for a fact because fuckin' hell, does that boy whimper somethin' pretty when you throat him juuuuust right. he's such a 'tits' man, it's crazy. loves to hold you close, feel your breasts smashed against his chest while he drives deep into the tight clutch of your cunt. but most of all, soap loves being on his knees for you. this man definitely moans while he eats you out, tonguing your pussy like it's a mouth. he feels big in every sense of the word--in sex, in love, in anger. and make no mistake, he loves you deeply. you two have some serious yelling matches, storm about slamming doors til the neighbors threaten to call the feds, but it's just your way. you're both headstrong and stupid; arguments are bound to happen, and any unresolved hurt feelings get a solid patch-job from the frankly earth shattering makeup sex that follows. like rudy, soap wants a big family with you, and he knew early. actually doesn't tell you just how early til years down the line. how after your first official date, he called his ma and asked if she'd send his nan's ring, please? because he's pretty sure he just met his future wife. said ring which glitters on your hand now, as you reach over and flick his forehead teasingly. tell him he can stop trying to romance you, you're already married. and could he grab more diapers on his way home from work?

9.) as are all things with graves, your sexual relationship is about power. he's an asshole in the worst way--condescending, smug, underhanded, sneaky in his sexism so you always look like some hysterical woman when you retaliate. the kicker? it turns you on as much as it pisses you off. he's happy to string you along, work you into a lather just to leave you high and dry. lord help you once he gets a taste of you--bending you over his desk and cramming you full of his cock with precisely zero prep. he kisses you, loves you, fucks you like he hates you. because he kind of does--he just wants you more. graves loves it when you cry, wipes your tears with his thumb before forcing it into your mouth. coos when you offer your neck up to him--yeah? want my hands on ya that bad, sugar? gonna be a good girl for me, hm? fuck yeah you are--and proceeds to make you cum so hard you black out. your 'relationship' (which it is; ring on your finger a year in, a little one on your hip not long after) is intense. toxic. would be just downright miserable if it wasn't so fucking hot. you cling to each other with gouging force; a livid-blue kind of love, painful and permanent. he carries a picture of you in his wallet: a small polaroid of you in your wedding dress, ashing a cigarette with one hand while the other flips the cameraman (him) the bird.

10.) and the roughest of them all: price wants more than to love or fuck you -- he wants to possess you. he's so tightly controlled everywhere else in his life (has to be for his work), doesn't seem the type to lose his head over a bird. but when he meets you, something shifts. you're soft. impossibly good. flippant and stubborn as a mule, sure -- you drive him up the fuckin' wall with your headstrong antics. (so goddamn petulant. so sure you're fuckin' right.) but war and death hasn't stained your world, left your indomitable spirit unsullied and intact. which, unfortunately, means you haven't gotten a thorough education on the importance of discipline. price wants to consume your disobedience; crack your rose-tinted glasses under his heel, roll the ambrosia of you in his cupped tongue. he'll do more than make you fall in line -- he'll make you want to do it. it's really just a matter of time before he acts on it. when he does, it's decisive. unsubtle. he crowds you up against the door of your flat on a sticky summer night, brandy on your breath. sinks a hand into your hair, holds you steady as he brings your mouths together with bruising intensity. he fucks you before he ever makes love to you; sinks his teeth into the velvet of your shoulder as he crushes you flat to the tabletop using just his bodyweight. snarls low when you keen wordlessly, overwhelmed and empty-headed at the deep burn-sting of his cock stretching your pretty little cunt, the lewd slap of his thighs against your ass. he batters you til you're not sure what's sweat and what's tears; til your skin bears a mural to his cacoethes, all blue and purple like a deep west sunrise. til there's not a person alive who won't be able to see you're his. always have been, always will, right dove? go on--tell him. tell him who this pussy belongs to.

written by kittsch, do not repost. not to be used for bots nor AI of any kind.

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[jelliessoap]

COD MEN x READER WHO SLEEPS WITH A MOUNTAIN OF PLUSHES

price, ghost, alejandro, rudy

just sweet lil hcs! gn!reader :> i am so zzzzzz

- “looks like we’ve got company hm?”

- impressed with your collection

- asks for their names and remembers them

- doesn’t mind as long as they don’t get in the way of him holding you

- always wakes up earlier than you, melts his heart when he sees you snuggled up with your plushes

- will start buying you a teddy bear each valentines day

- if he sees a plush he thinks you’ll like while deployed he’ll buy it

- stepped on a plush once and saw the pure horror in your eyes, like you just witnessed a murder

- literally picked it up and apologized to it.

- “sorry about that mate, didn’t see ya, y’alright?”

- this bitch is jealous of them

- “why do you need those luv you’ve got me”

- air punches them when you aren’t looking

- not above beefing with a panda plushie

- one day he woke up to you holding a plush instead of him and he had an attitude all day

- would never touch them bc he genuinely thinks you would cry

- pushed one off the bed and ended up getting the silent treatment

- he really does find it endearing and sweet he just wants to be your giant teddy bear

- takes them to the dry cleaners for you

- you’ve definitely woken up and found him snuggling one

- another jealous bitch

- violent

- you came home to him body slamming one once

- he apologized for like 3 hours straight bc you glared at him when he finally saw you in the doorway

- will not put up with not being cuddled, you better cling to him like a koala

- “those… things 😒”

- swears they’ll steal all your cuddles or something

- has a favorite but wont tell you which ( its one of those monkey plushes with the velcro hands and feet )

- organizes them everyday for you so when you come to bed they’re all in order waiting

- loves seeing the way it makes you smile each time

- his respect for you intensified bc they all looked brand new

- thinks they’re cute

- also knows and remembers all their names

- if you’re the type to talk to your plushes he’ll talk to them with you

- buys you more

- organizes them, washes them, anything to make you happy

- thought he lost one when he took them to the dry cleaners once and was ready to confront you like somebody died

- “mi amor…sit down please i…i lost one…”

- then he saw it in your arms and the pure concern for his mental well-being in your face assuming one of his colleagues passed and was like hahaha jk got you!!

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[blingblong55]

It would've been sweet- Alejandro Vargas

In which you and him were in a relationship and he leaves you for his ex, Valeria Garza.

F!Reader, angst, cheating

A/N: voted 2/3 to be next...so here ya go :)

7 years and 3 months, thats how long it this love lasted. Three years ago, Alejandro had found out his ex, Valeria Garza was the one who was running the Las Almas cartel, she was El Sin Nombre. And every night, he'd come home, cursing her, telling you how much he hated that woman. And then he'd tell you how much he loved you. How happy he was you weren't like her.

You met him 9 years ago, told him you weren't ready for a relationship. And he waited, sat with you patiently as the day where he could have you would soon arrive. At nights, he'd go to your place, sneaking past your guard dog like he was some teenager in love. Throw rocks at your window and then stand there, snacks in hand, "let me in, please." the door would later unlock. The neighbours complained about him. He would serenade you once a month, brought Rudy along to hold a speaker whilst he sang along to the lyrics. You would laugh a little as you watched him over do his words.

The night you let him take you on a date was pure bliss. He knew you finally caved in, rest assure he would let this date last for years to come. He always asked you out on dates, but you always said no. "Porfavor, just once." You looked at him, "...fine," a small smile on you. Truth be told, you wanted him all along, but wanted to see how far he took it and it was proved he was willing to stay even if you didn't want him around. As that first date came to and end, it was clear he wanted to ask for another.

You leaned in and kissed his cheek as he walked you to your doorstep, "Good night, ale, thank you for tonight." you walked inside, the bouquet of flowers in hand, Pink tulips. "Good night, chula." he says and watches you close the door. He chuckles to himself, what a night that was. As he made way back to his car, he called Rudy, "She kissed my cheek! Thank you for the advice, hermano." A victorious night that was.

"Can I be your boyfriend? Can I have that privilege?" A smiled creeped up on you, your arms around him, "yes!.." It was the question you so long waited for since that first date.

7 years and 2 months later from that first month as an actual couple and now you stand there, empty handed as he walks with Valeria in hand.

1 year ago, that is when the beginning of his love affair and the beginning of the downfall of you two started. He saw Valeria, she was alone, was only there to confront her and arrest her. But then she called him by the old nickname. From then on, he would have more 'missions' to go on. Rudy didn't even known of such affair, which only made things more dangerous and fun for them both.

"Hey, I just wanted to let you know I left dinner in the oven, just in case you come home late. Love you!" you left a voicemail just like every single night when he was gone. And like always he didn't respond. "I know you are probably busy, so I just wanted to wish you the best of luck! Be safe out there, love you!"

The thought of him cheating never came across your mind, you felt so secure in the relationship and you knew he wanted you from the very beginning, the way he kissed you over and over when he was home. It was as if he hadn't just left her bed and arms.

The day you walked in on him and her in your shared bedroom, all those clues hit you harder. "Ale?" your voice hinting at the pain this view brought, "r/n, ...mi amor..." his eyes widened. You were supposed to be on a trip with your friends, not to come back for another day. You walked out, ran to your car and drove away, the ring he was supposed to give you burning in the pocket of his trousers that were laid on the ground.

"Now that she is out of the picture," Valeria kissed his shoulder but he moved away. "It's best if you leave." His past actions now bringing in the regret he would sure live with for the rest of his days. The rest of the night you drove, only pulled over to let the pain set in. Alejandro didn't know where you were, sent los vaqueros to look for you, but you were nowhere to be seen. This only made him worry more.

After Valeria left what was once a home, he sat on the bed. Phone on hand as he listened to the voicemails you left while he indulged in his sins. "Hi! Just wanted you to know I miss you and that I hope you are safe wherever you are!" You were so oblivious to the thought of him cheating which only pained him more. He cried when he heard your voice, listened to all your voicemails.

"Heard it'll rain today, if need be I can drop off your uniform for this weather," why were you always so attentive to him? It's funny, he fell for you first but you fell harder, always blushing at the sight of him, like a little girl. All you did for him, small portions of your love for him and how did he pay you back? Cheating, breaking your heart, his promises, ruining the one thing in this world that he cared for the most, the only good thing left for him as a soldier.

One thing is for sure, he wouldn't have you. No more I love you's, cuddles during rainy season, out of nowhere kisses, those puppy eyes you made, how you mumbled in your sleep and especially no more you.

You know the greatest loves of all time are over now.

A/N: I dreamed this happened to me, I woke up crying...(i'm heavyly delulu)

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[headcanonenthusiast]

Rodolfo Parra NSFW headcanons

This was made with gender-neutral readers in mind.

I kinda struggled with writing this ngl..as much of a Rudy girl as I am, I don't know why it took forever for me to come up with headcanons for him. But I was determined to finish these because Rudy needs more content out there. 

Enjoy!

(I completely understand that this type of content is not everyone's cup of tea, and that's ok! But, please scroll and ignore if this type of content isn't your thing as opposed to leaving any sort of negative comments.)

NSFW under the cut. 

-Being with Rudy, even in a non-sexual sense, is basically like being a God/Goddess with a loyal follower at your side, ready to obey and worship your every wish and whim.

-But in the bedroom? He cranks that worshipping up to 500. 

-Will get on his knees before you, hands gently grasping your hips as he kisses down your stomach, whispering the softest praises in Spanish. 

-"Oh, Dios mío, amor. This body..tan jodidamente increíble." 

-And on his knees he will stay until you're satisfied, either carefully jerking/fingering you as he admires your face and the reactions you make. 

-"There we go, moan for me, mi vida. Feels good, doesn't it?" 

-3 inches soft, 5 inches hard. (Normalize realistic dick sizes in headcanons please 🙏) 

-Whether he's dominant or submissive depends entirely on his partner. 

-If you prefer to be on top, he's happy to let you take full control of him. 

-But if you prefer to be on the bottom? He's more than willing to dominate you, albeit very gently. 

-Your body is like glass to him. An absolutely precious temple made from the finest sand that he has the pleasure of worshipping. 

-And to show his appreciation of your existence, he kisses you everywhere. Literally not a single spot on you goes untouched by his lips. 

-His greatest pleasure is when he's balls deep in you, slowly but deeply thrusting and seeing how you react to him. 

-Makes him feel confident, honestly, seeing the way he's able to make you completely melt and turn your mind to mush despite how gentle he's being. 

-"Shit..estás haciendo mucho ruido. I'm hitting all the right spots, aren't I, querido/a?" 

-Also, Rudy with a voice kink? Rudy with a voice kink. 

-A big fan of morning sex. He goes even gentler than he normally is, enjoying the sight of your messy hair. 

-And the fact that you're still half-asleep makes your moans more hushed and whimpery, which nearly makes him cum on the spot. 

-I feel like he enjoys the sounds you make. He needs a more vocal partner. 

-As such, he prefers intercourse in a private space, preferably at home, on the bed or couch. 

-Really isn't that kinky, but if there's one thing he loves, it's making you talk. 

-"Vamos, cariño. Tell me how good it feels." 

-Then, when you're in the middle of answering, he'll give a sudden harsher (but not too harsh, you're as fragile as glass to him, afterall) snap of his hips and smile innocently at your glare. 

-"Oh, I'm sorry, did I interrupt you?" 

-If you already speak Spanish, most of what he says will be said in Spanish. 

-But, if you don't, he basically becomes a living Duolingo and tries to teach you Spanish while fucking you. (Love a man who can multitask 💅)

-"¿Quieres correrte? Dime lo bien que se siente, entonces. En español. Vamos, amor." 

-And if you get something wrong or can barely respond, he'll frown in disappointment. 

-"No puedes correrte hasta que hagas lo que te pido, cariño." 

-But then when you do cum, he honestly doesn't punish you at all. That's not really his style. 

-Well, maybe a little overstim, but on very rare occasions and not for very long, either. 

-He'll also ask for your permission to cum in you, even if he's on top. 

-Its more of a consent check than anything, though. (Which is very important btw) 

-"Fuck, I'm so close. Can I cum inside, amor? Is that okay?" 

-And if you give your consent, he's cumming deep in your ass/pussy. 

-His main form of aftercare is cuddling and talking. Talking about what you liked, what you didn't like, etc. He just wants to hear your voice. 

-"Yeah? You liked me talking in Spanish? Suppose I'll have to do it more often, then. Necesito mantener a mi mujer bonita/hombre bonito feliz." 

-And I hope you like cuddling, because y'all are gonna be cuddling for the rest of the night, Rudy's voice going soft as he whispers praises in your ear and kisses the back of your neck and shoulders. 

Lord, do I love me some Rodolfo Parra 😫. He's so FINE and criminally under appreciated. Feels so nice to finally write about him, too. I had a lot more ideas for this one than I thought I would starting out. 

And here's the Spanish translations for stuff (forgive me if anything is inaccurate, the only Spanish word I can say correctly and with confidence is gato 🥲).

Querido/a = dear

amor = love

cariño = sweetheart/honey

Dios mío = my God

Vamos = come on 

Estás haciendo mucho ruido = you are making a lot of noise

Tan jodidamente increíble = so fucking incredible 

¿Quieres correrte? Dime lo bien que se siente, entonces. En español. Vamos, amor. = Do you want to cum? Tell me how good it feels, then. In Spanish. Come on, love. 

No puedes correrte hasta que hagas lo que te pido, cariño. = You can't cum until you do what I ask you to do, sweetheart.

Necesito mantener a mi mujer bonita/hombre bonito feliz = I need to keep my pretty woman/pretty man happy.

Hell yeah, another one down! Imma make another poll on who to do next. Hope you enjoyed! 

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[maverickbabes]

new year's kiss

new year's kiss

Jaime Reyes x female!reader!

Warnings: absolute fluff, petnames: babygirl and princess, hinted sexual innuendo, hot make out session, I think that's it

Summary: You and Jamie have your first new years kiss.

Music was blasting at the Reyes family household. Everyone was dancing, The food was amazing, everyone was having a great time celebrating the new year coming in. This was you and Jamie's first new year together so you were a little nervous that anything could go wrong and ruin it.

Let's hope nothing did.

"5 minutes til new years everybody!" Rudy shouts over the music as he laughs loudly then takes a swig of his beer. You snuck away from the crowd and headed towards Jaime's room for a little breather. You walk over to his mirror and start fixing your hair a little.

"Hey there you are babe" Jaime says as he walks into the room and shut the door, quieting the chaos that was happening. "Hey handsome" You said as you walk over to him and began fixing his collar. "Hi babygirl" He compliments back, hands resting on your hips.

You smile at him before leaning forward and start kissing him slowly. He places a hand on your cheek and began kissing you back slow and sensually. "Mmm" You moan a little into the kiss and he pulls you closer to him, one hand in your hair and the other on your ass.

"Fuck princess" Jaime groans as he breaks off the kiss and began kissing along your neck, leaving hickeys in the process.

I feel a sort of blood rushing towards-

"Stopp" Jaime says annoyed and you look at him with a confused look. "No not you, definitely not you" Jaime tells you assuring you while he gives you a gentle kiss. "Countdown is starting everyone let's go!" Rudy shouts then starts counting down with everyone.

10

9

8

"Everyone gather around" Mila says turning down the music just a little.

7

6

You and Jaime look at each other lovingly as you both counted down together

5

4

3

Jaime pulls you closer and moves a piece of stray hair away from your face

2

1

"HAPPY NEW YEAR" Everyone in the living room shouted as they whooped and hollered for the new year.

You crashed your lips against Jaime's and kiss him passionately, wrapping your arms around his neck. Jaime smiles into the kiss before pulling you against his body, happiness surrounding both of you.

"Happy new year baby" You said as you rested your forehead against his.

"Happy new year mi amor" Jaime says smiling

an: HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE 🎉

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[jokersaciid]

Task Force 141 + Los Vaqueros wake up to you oiling their scalp in their sleep.

cod x black!male reader.

headcanons incoming,, not the most accurate but.. im having fun so who cares <3.

warnings : nada.

Capt. John Price.

wake up to the smell of peppermint and feeling the wetness resting on his scalp.

probably jumped and touched his head before realizing you were dripping the oil into his hair.

... " what are you doing, love? "

" oiling your scalp, i had a nightmare you were bald. "

laughs it off and turns over to go back to sleep before feeling something silk slip onto his head.

" almost forgot the bonnet (: "

Simon " Ghost " Riley.

woke up immediately and slapped at your hands in self defense.

apologized at spilling your oil while still scolding you on why it's not right to put oil in people's hair while they're asleep.

while he rambles you successful finished oiling his scalp and sliding a silk scarf over his head.

" do you understand now that what your doing is extremely distasteful? "

" yes, pookie. "

" excuse me? "

he slept pretty comfortably with the scarf, even playing with the ends in his sleep.

John " Soap " MacTavish.

his eyes opened to see you leaning over him with the small vile of oil in your hands, the dropper mid pour as he stared at you.

just accepted what you were doing and closed his eyes back.

you rubbed your hands over the sides of his scalp mostly because you couldn't stand his mohawk.

" try as hard as you like, darlin'. this mohawk isn't leaving. "

" oh, just you wait. this is the good stuff."

you just slipped the bonnet on his head, kissed him goodnight and hoped you saw growth by the morning.

Kyle " Gaz " Garrick.

woke up to see you sitting on top of his pillow with some oil in your hands, your own bonnet flopping over your head.

" goodness, baby, i forgot to do it one time. "

" forgetting once becomes a bad habit, my love. "

always remembers to oil his scalp from now on so he doesn't have to see your disappointed face at 2 am.

puts on his own bonnet since he's already up.

remembers to hide the oil before he goes to bed now,, however you always find it.

Alejandro Vargas.

he was having a peaceful dream when he woke up at the smell of oil.

he knew he had no reason to panic so he opened his eyes slowly as he realized he was being straddled by you with an oil dropper in your hand.

" having fun, mi alma? "

" si. "

he allowed you to play in his hair as he relaxed against the pillows, sure it was 4 am but he adored you too much to tell you off.

he tried to put on the silk headscarf himself but failed to tie it correctly. it came off in his sleep.

Rodolfo " Rudy " Parra.

actually allowed you to oil his scalp before bed.

you had forgotten the back part of his head so you were now laying on the bed, feet kicking in the air while rubbing the oil against the hairs on the nape of his neck.

woke up a bit ago at the feeling of his bonnet being pushed up but didn't say anything.

turned around once you were finished so he could admire you.

" is it really that serious, mi amor? "

" i've seen your dad's hairline, rudy, i'll be damned if i let you go out like that. "

#cod x m!reader #cod x black!male reader #rudy x male reader #ghost x male reader #soap x male reader #gaz x male reader #john price x male reader #alejandro x male reader #cod headcanons #nate writes (⁠☆⁠▽⁠☆⁠)

[icarustypicalfall]

REQUESTED!!

Cod boys reaction to reader having a meltdown\overstimulation of adhd\autism.

warnings: sfw, pure fluff. mentions of stress, anxiety, pet names, no y/n only you.

word count: 1k

cod boys x gn! reader

NOTES

thanks anon to this beautiful request <3

note that i myself don't have adhd or autism, everything is purely fictional and the signs, triggers and solutions I picked were mostly from Google. I apologize if it's not accurate, I'm open to learning more and It's okay to tell me if need to change something ❤️

i feel like i forgot someone, if i need to add anyone tell me!!

Phillip Graves

He knows about your ADHD\Autism case. He knows how to deal with it and surprisingly very good at it. You and him were at his base. He had an arm around your waist while he chatted with a large group of Shadows. Big old men who decided it's cool to chat all at once and  the same time. When Graves noticed how your muscles became tense, your breath shallow. He escorted you out of the group to his office. He helped you calm down and apologized for the behavior of his soldiers.

"m sorry darlin'.. breath deeply alright? "

John price

He was oblivious since he couldn't talk to every soldier and get to know them. Although, he tried his best for you and searched for informations with the help of Gaz.

You and him were sitting one night after a rough Mission, you had to dive in for intel in a pretty old mansion. The smells were intense and by the time you were back, you were feeling sick. Price was smoking his famous cigar beside you. He noticed your discomfort and dissiness and rapidly threw the thing away, apologizing for forgetting and helping you calm down.

"i apologize, love, lil old me forgets sometimes"

Simon Ghost Riley

You and him had to go undercover in a party to find your target. The party was extremely crowded, with loads of people chattering and laughing. By the time the other soldiers got the target. You were in a corner, trying to focus on your breath and calm yourself. Simon was by your side, squeezing your shoulder and keeping you away from the crowd.

"i have a joke love"

Kyle Gaz Garrick

He had many friends with the same case, he knew about it. Gaz himself got overwhelmed sometimes and he knew what it felt like. He noticed your discomfort after putting on the rough new uniform. He helped you cut the tag and make the material softer, less irritating to your skin.

"it's alright, you know, they should've kept the old uniform, but hey, at least this one is bad ass"

Johnny Soap Mactavish

You are a civilian. Not used to the weapons and it's noise like him. You were keeping him company in the shooting range. The repetitive sounds made you irritated. You rapidly became upset, covering your ears and shutting your eyes.

Soap noticed, and felt bad for making you uncomfortable. He took you for a walk outside the base, showing you the pretty forest and the dogs outside.

"see, 'm not dump lass\lad, i know how you feel"

Alejandro Vargas

You and him were having a brunch in a cafe. A construction zone was nearby. You could barely focus on the conversation, you had a high sensitiviness to the noise that made your brain fog. Alejandro felt bad for not realizing sooner and took you to another Cafe, you two had a lovely day that made you forget the morning's incident.

"I've never been with someone as interesting as you are, amor, you're a perfect piece of art"

Rudy Parra

Rudy noticed how overwhelmed you were because of your assignments. You were dealing with your laptop for several hours which made you tired. By the time you ended, you had a headache.

He reassured you, run a bath with essential oils for you, put a calm playlist and let you relax. He whispered sweet nothings in your ear and stroked your hair.

"you're so smart, mi cielo, i admire you. you did great today.. you deserve some rest"

König

He hated your boss for always making you breathless with work, stressing on daily basis. When he brought you lunch at work one day and saw you having a meltdown in your office. he helped you calm down, comforting you and patting your back.

for your boss, let's say he wasn't bugging on your back anymore after a 6'10 military man threatened to snap him in half if he made you stressed again.

"mein Engel, don't feel ashamed, it's not your fault and it's totally okay"

Horangi

He took you to a concert during his time off. He noticed your discomfort even with the ear pieces. He walked out with you and kept a hand around your shoulder for comfort and support. You and him sat outside the gig, you could still hear the music and enjoy the concert away from the crowd and loud noise.

"well.. i think i like this spot more.. with only you and me"

Alex

He knew how stressing your work is, being the assistant of a famous stylist made you stick with her everywhere. The flashing lights of cameras and the big crowds of people wanting to see her were too much for you. When you reached your house, you could smell your favorite food being cooked. Alex in a pink apron hugged you, telling you how good you did today and how you should think about quitting if you feel really bad. You eventually found a better job that didn't trigger you and made you more relaxed and happy.

"it's not late to change, love, you deserve the best"

Roach

You and him were attending a wedding of a friend. people made you feel uneasy with the stares. The loud music, the lights and sudden fireworks were too much for you. He was concerned about you when you started to breath shallowly. He insisted on leaving early and took you for a walk in the calm city. You eventually felt better. He knew how he should act and was extremely attentive and caring.

"you know, i think the moon is pretty tonight"

Keegan

He noticed you were stressed for several days, overwhelming yourself with many tasks and chores. He brought you some water, wrapping you in a weighted blanket and keeping you in a calm spot. He finished the chores for you. Smiling as you tried to wiggle from the burito like wrap to eventually give up, thanking him.

"what, you look like a huge burrito, so fluffy"

(the last line was so cheesy 😭)

little reminder that it's alright to have those meltdowns, you are a human and you have the right to feel this way. Don't blame yourself for anything. Focus on yourself and love yourself 🫶🏻

#call of duty #ghost cod #cod headcanons #alejandro cod #call of duty fanfic #call of duty headcanons #rudy cod #rudy parra #task force 141 #alejandro vargas #captain john price #task force 141 x reader #los vaqueros #los vaqueros x reader #shadow company #shadow company x reader #Kor-Tac x reader #alex keller #horangi #keegan russ x reader #cod x reader #cod mwii #gary roach sanderson #roach cod #phillip graves #kyle gaz garrick #john soap mactavish #adhd #autism #könig

[lxstfathier]

Trapped

Kinktober day 3 - double penetration

Alejandro Vargas x Rodolfo Parra x Reader

One thing you never expected to experience in your life was to be fucked by two men at the same time. Yet here you are, trapped between Alejandro and Rodolfo as they fill both of your holes.

So now you nave no other option than to take it, completely blissed out of your mind, resting your head on Rudy’s chest as little whimpers escape from your lips with each one of their thrusts.

“You’re taking us so well, mi amor” Alejandro growls, digging his fingers into your hips as he gently slides in and out of your little hole.

Meanwhile, Rodolfo fucks your wet cunt as he runs his big hands along your back, murmuring sweet praises to your ear.

“That’s it, you’re being such a good whore.”

And you can’t help but clench around them, feeling your another orgasm creeping closer, already losing count of how many you’ve had already that night.

#i kinda hate this drabble ngl #alejandro vargas x reader #alejandro vargas smut #rodolfo parra smut #cod smut #kinktober 23 🎃

[mangowafflesss]

141 boys + Alejandro and Rudy with a male!reader who is scared of thunder and lightning storms. Can be romantic or platonic!!!

TYSM <3

I don't usually write for male readers so I hope that this is okay? <3 (I don’t really think it’s very gender specific ngl) it’s also raining rn so I thought I would write this while I’m in the mood.

Price

You flinched every time that you heard a clap of thunder, you were alone and couldn't bare to be in your room no longer. Getting out of bed you picked up your phone and looked at the time, surely he will be awake. You trudged through the halls all the way to Prices office and knocked but as you did there was a flash of lightening outside of the window and you opened the door without being invited inside. Price could see you trembling and stood from his desk. "What's wrong?" he saw the tears in your eyes and his gaze softened. He brings you into a hug and you greatly appreciate it as he hugs your form closer to his body. You feel safer in his embrace and you spend the rest of your night inside of his office next to Price doing his work.

Soap

You lay in bed shaking due to the fact that the rain pelting against the window not only woke you up but also the low rumble of thunder echoed through the house. You were so scared and you looked down at Johnny who was peacefully sleeping with tears running down your face. A bolt of lightning struck in the distance and you jumped and knocked into your boyfriend. He woke up with a jolt and you couldn’t help but let out a sniffle as he turned to you. Soap heard the thunder outside and immediately grabbed you into an embrace “It’s okay, shhhh I’m here. You should’ve woke me” you sobbed into his chest as he spoke to you and distracted you from the storm outside.

Gaz

You walked through the base heading from a workout in the gym and felt a sudden rush of coldness run up your neck. You pulled on your hoodie that was hanging around your neck and then you thought your mind was playing with you. A loud sudden noise of thunder came from outside and you cowered inside of the hood of your hoodie. Your heart was beating fast as your legs walked in the direction of where Gaz is, you knew he could help as he knows you’re scared. When you found him walking towards you he grabbed you by the hand and led you to his room where he let you sit down on his bed as he played music and stayed with you until the storm was over.

Ghost

When you saw the dark clouds gathering in the sky you knew it was coming - as you had been watching the weather forecast all day - you had your headphones in and listening to music to keep the noises out. You walked into the break room to make yourself a drink not noticing your lieutenant in the corner, he said your name but you couldn’t hear him until he took your headphones off just as a loud sound of thunder boomed through the base. You shook and flinched, he asked you what was wrong and when you told him he put your headphones back on your head and pointed towards the couch while he made you a drink. You both played a card game in silence as the storm passed.

Alejandro

You were alone in the house, Ale had promised you he would be home soon but you could hear the storm starting. The bed you were sat on was covered in pillows to comfort you but the only thing you needed was your husband. When the first thunder and lightning kicked in your grabbed your phone with shaky hands and dialled his number. You put your headphones on and waited for his voice to fill the speakers. He said he was almost home but you asked if he could keep talking to you as he made his way home so you would be distracted “Oh Mi Amor, I’ll be home soon but let me tell you a joke that Ghost told me. Two goldfish are in a tank-”

Rodolfo

He walked through the hallways of the base checking to see if any of the doors or windows were open so it doesn’t rain inside. As he walked through the dorms he heard the sound of crying coming from one of the rooms. He listened in and saw the number above the door - it was yours - he knocked on and when there was no answer he opened it carefully. He saw you on the floor crying with your back against the wall and slowly approached you. He knelt down on the floor and tapped you on the knee which got your attention, you grabbed him into a hug which he returned and you shook in his hold. “Is everything okay?” You told him about the storms and he just nodded and told you some stories in your ear to pass the time.

#captain john price x reader #price x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #gaz x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #alejandro vargas x reader #alejandro x reader #rodolfo rudy parra x reader #rodolfo parra x reader

[trash-magics-blog]

Adopting a kitten/puppy with them and how'd they react pt. 2‼️

Last time was with Soap, Ghost and Gaz so in this will be Alejandro, Rudy, Captain Price and Konig (all fluff obvi, just a cute lil time)

1. Captain John Price

*he is so 🤤*

You and John adopt a beagle puppy and you guys name him copper(generic but I just couldn't get the thought put of my head). You and John had been married for about 3 years now and you both had your own little schedule and one night on the movie night you guys had set up, you and him decided to watch The Fox and The Hound. John loved the movie and it gave him the bright idea to get a beagle puppy and name him copper! John had surprised you one day by bringing him home and also bringing you a bouquet of roses, John loved spoiling you any chance he got. As the days went on, Copper quickly became the leader of the house, he trotted around happily and just did his own thing. He would also go with John and you anywhere, he liked standing in the bed of John's truck and feeling the wind flap his ears around being a happy lil dog.

2. Alejandro Vargas

You and Ale adopt a Rottweiler puppy and you guys name her Lola. You and Alejandro were venturing around Las Almas and you guys came upon a vendor who was selling some type of food but also had Lola outside on a leash wrapped around a post and you started to play with her and bond with her while Alejandro was talking with the vendor. You and lola were just the best of friends and you dreaded leaving her behind, lucky for you though Alejandro and the vendor noticed how much fun you and lola were having and the vendor told Alejandro he can have the puppy for free, he smiled and thanked the vendor and still gave him 20 dollars just cause. "Let's go Mi Amor" he called, waiting for you with his hands in his pockets, you said bye to lola and started to leave her but then Alejandro questioned "Aren't you gonna bring your little Amiga?" You looked confused at first but then he nodded and gave you a smile that let you know lola was yours, you were overjoyed to bring her home and Alejandro loved seeing you so happy, he also grew quite fond of lola.

3. Roldolfo Parra

*love him sm*

You and Rudy Adopt 2 kittens and name them Max and Flower. Max is a little orange kitten and Flower is a black and white kitten. Both of the kittens showed up outside yours and Rudy's door and at first you were just feeding them little pieces of meat until they both came inside and you and Rudy just went with it. You guys and the kittens lay around a lot and kinda just chill with each other,they like to hang around with you guys in the kitchen while you either cook and clean and they also you came up with the name Flower because on Flowers side she had a slight flower shaped mark and it just fit. Rudy had to take a couple days to come up with Max, he just couldn't think of any like, "perfect" names and one day he just started calling him Max. The kittens made you and Rudy their people, they were always around you guys no matter what and they completed your little family.

4.

*AUGH😩😩 he is so cutie patootie*

You and Konig adopt a Newfoundland puppy and name him Capone. Konig brought him after seeing one of those sad commercials about the puppies and kittens, it almost made him cry so he needed to get at least one to make him feel better he said. You were laying on the couch about to fall asleep and all of a sudden your bombarded with an excited puppy and Konig laughing at the puppy's actions, at first you were a little iffy about the whole thing but you quickly grew very fond of Capone. He was a quirky little puppy but he suited you and Konig, Konig often brought Capone with him wherever he went if you were busy cause it made him less anxious to be out alone and you and Capone would cuddle on the couch and take naps a lot which Konig adored to see after coming home, it made him feel like he did the right choice in bringing Capone home.

A/N: Sorry this took forever, I've been traveling a lot but, I do plan to do 2 more things, one with Rudy cause I'm in a Rudy phase😩 and the other just stating what Im comfy with writing and fandoms I'm gonna write for ect... But thank you for reading!!

#cod mw2 #mw2 x reader #cod fluff #cute #fluff #captian price #alejandro vargas #alejandro vargas x reader #Roldolfo parra #rudy cod #Roldolfo cod #why is there no rudy tags??? #fun

[madlittlecriminal]

Hi! Can I please request being in the snow for the first time with Rudy Parra?

Snow ⤍ Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra × GN!Reader [headcanons]

Warnings: winter, snow, mention of sex but no anatomy was mentioned, i don't think it snowed in the place i chose, but i know they have cabins

i wanted to release this on christmas, but i failed. anyway, i hope you like it anon!

It was Soap's idea.

Rudy and Alejandro still kept in touch with Task Force 141, so when Rudy said he wanted to celebrate your anniversary differently, he suggested taking a place with snow.

Rudy thought about it and since he's been in Las Almas most of his life, he thought it would be great to experience snow for the first time with you.

When he told you it was Soap's idea, you were more curious.

"What do you mean it was Soap's idea?"

He chuckled.

"I wanted to do something different and he didn't disappoint."

You snickered with a nod.

"Yeah, he definitely didn't."

So, you both went to a cabin in Pennsylvania.

Apparently, while popular and maybe overrated, he took you to the Poconos.

You both were happy and took a nap in the cabin since you two woke up pretty early to catch the flight.

After the nap, you two looked around the cabin and he chuckled when he saw the fireplace.

You glared at him and he shrugged.

"I've seen in it movies and read it in books. Can you blame me?"

"No- wait, you read it?!"

He bit his bottom lip with a smile before kissing your cheek.

"Te amo, cariño."

He did turn on the fireplace though since it was cold.

I mean, it was 26 degrees (-3 degrees in Celsius) so it was necessary in his eyes

You two did end up having sex by the fireplace that night, but that's not the point.

The next day, he woke up and gasped.

"¡Mi amor, mira!"

You woke up with a groan before rubbing your eyes and looking out the window.

The windows were coated with white and fog, causing you to smile.

"Well, it's snowing."

He rushed out of bed like a kid on Christmas, making you laugh softly as he reached the window.

"Wanna go out?"

He nodded before taking you to the bathroom so you both could brush your teeth.

When that was done, he told you even if it was gross, a shower would have to wait since you two were going to be out in the cold.

You reluctantly agreed and got dressed before going out in the snow.

When you two were outside, you grabbed some snow before tossing some at Rudy.

He laughed before making a snowball and throwing at you.

You both continued your small snowball fight before he cupped your face gently and kissing you gently.

You two spent pretty much the remainder of the morning and a bit of the afternoon in the snow before heading back inside the cabin.

"I'm glad I got to experience this with you. I wouldn't have it any other way."

His soft voice made you smile.

"I wouldn't have it any other way either, Rudy."

You then made hot chocolate for both of you after a warm shower, making him smile.

He ended up making a quick dinner for you two as well since he felt lazy and didn't want to make you two wait any longer for food.

You two wanted to spend more than a week at the cabin after only spending a day there.

Rudy kept it in the back of his mind though.

Maybe next year.

#rudy parra #rudy parra x reader #rudy parra x you #rodolfo parra #rodolfo parra x reader #rodolfo parra x you #rodolfo rudy parra #rodolfo rudy parra x reader #rudy x reader #rudy x you #cod mwii #cod mw2 #cod rudy #asks #ask #anonymous #anon asks #anonymous asks #reader insert #x reader

[mactavishwritings]

MacTavishwritings Masterlist

~ = smut

< = fluff

* = angst

Ghost

An Old Siren Song * <

Fresh Ink 1 &lt; | 2 &lt;; | 3 < * | 4 *

Sunny Morning <

Poly Smut with Soap ~

The Flare ~

HCs + asks

Day after day (Poly with Soap) <

Anything for My Bunny <

Soap

Kitchen Lights and Journal Entries <

The Scottish Solution <

NFWMB - song inspired fic <

Depression Comfort <

Lovey Smut ~

Friends to Lovers <

Poly Smut with Ghost ~

Poly Smut with Gaz ~

HCs + asks

Day after day (Poly with Ghost) <

Gaz

ABC Smut ~

Lovey Dovey Smut ~

Poly Smut with Soap ~

HCs + asks

Price

Politics Isn't Simple < + *

Filled to the Brim ~

HCs + asks

Multiverse *

Alejandro

Mission Gone Wrong *

Flirting across the bar <

Mi Amor 1 < | 2 ~

HCs + asks

Rudy

HCs + asks

König 

HCs + asks

The 141

The Best Worst Case <

Beach Day <

The boys helping their pregnant wife shave <

What kills your relationship *

#masterlist #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #john price #alejandro vargas #König cod #ghost x reader #soap x reader #price x reader #alejandro x reader #rodolfo rudy parra #rudy x reader #König x reader

[gothghostiie]

"there's nothing sweeter than my baby"

(rodolfo parra x gn!reader)

cw: gn!reader, oral (reader giving), slight hair pulling, bit of swearing, rudy is submissive, crying, overstim if you squint, rather fluffy, bad spanish

a/n: this is purely self indulgent I'm not sorry

banner made by @alewesker <3

"Mi vida, come to me.." Rodolfo cooed quietly, smiling as he looked you up and down, admiring the way you looked in your outfit. You hopped over to him, smiling down as he was sat in his office chair. Originally you just wanted to pay him a little visit in his office upstairs to see if he needed anything, but the moment your eyes met you knew this was gonna be a little more. "you're looking gorgeous.." he hummed, hands planted on you hips, thumbs rubbing over the fabric softly.

"thank you." you simply replied, your cheeks a little red, no matter how many times he complimented you; it always made you blush. His gaze wandered up and down your body, biting his lip. "is there something you need amor?" you asked, cupping his jaw with one hand, making him look up at you. His soft eyes met yours, lips slightly parted as he nodded slightly. "what is it?"

"you.." he muttered softly, the grip on your hips tightening slightly. "please.." His soft cheeks were a slight pink, you couldn't help but give him whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. with a little smile you bent down to him, planting a soft kiss on his lips before getting on your knees right then and there. Rodolfo let out a satisfied sigh as he leaned back, eyes closed as you opened the buckle of his belt, followed by his pants. To your surprise the bulge he had been forming was already a full hard on as you pulled down his underwear, making it practically jump into your face.

"jesus.." you muttered softly, grinning as you wrapped your hands around his hard cock. "already so needy huh?"

"cant help myself if I have such a pretty angel on their knees for me.." he chuckled, looking down at you through lidded eyes while he gently hooked a hand in your hair. You chuckled quietly, moving your hand almost painfully slow to tease him, earning a groan as his grip tightened just a bit.

"fuck.. don't tease me amor.. please.." he huffed, furrowing his eyebrows slightly.

"mh.. say please again." you hummed, nonchalant to the tightening grip in your hair. He swallowed hard, taking a deep breath to make sure his voice wouldn't already be shaking.

"please.." he repeated, despite all his efforts his voice already breaking slightly which just made you delighted. Gladly you sped your movements up, letting your tongue run over the already slightly red tip, earning yourself a loud whine from Rudy.

"shh, shh baby.." you cooed, your other hand rubbing over his clothed thigh soothingly as he tried to keep it together. Just when he halfway caught himself you decided to take that from him again, taking his tip into your mouth, circling it with your tongue. again, he crumbled under your touch again, seemingly a bit over sensitive today.

"shit.. amor.." he whined, pushing his other hand onto his mouth in hopes to muffle

"I know, I know.." you cooed, letting off for a moment. "it feels so good doesnt it?" you asked, speeding up your hand, earning a shaky moan from him. Rudy nodded quickly, pushing his hand to his mouth tighter as his cheeks got even hotter from embarrassment.

"feels s-so good.." he muttered, cock twitching in your hand. you couldn't help but smile at how cute he was being, with you hardly having done anything tonight.

"you're such a good boy.." you smiled up at him, knowing damn well what it did to him. Just after that you took his cock into your mouth, this time keeping your hand at the base of it as you moved your head. you gazed up at him as you bobbed your head along his cock, his length sliding in and out between your lips as you covered it in your spit; one of his favourite things. his eyes were shut tight, the grip on your hair tight as lewd moans fell from his lips, filling the room with occasional wet sounds from you. with his noises you could just go on forever, there was nothing sweeter in this world to you. you decided you wanted; needed more of it. with that decision you let your hand slide from his base to his balls, cradling and massaging them gently, knowing it would drive him insane.

"angel... fuck..." he cried softly, tears already pricking at his eyes as his hips were twitching, already over stimulated and close from what you were doing. "g-gonna cum soon.."

"mhm.." you hummed encouragingly, gazing up at him through your eyelashes as you sped up your head movements. despite his tight grip he let you full freedom to move, yet making you moan around his dick quietly. your hands and lips worked their magic, your tongue sliding over his sensitive underside just enough. tears were already streaming down his cheeks as a sudden chain of swears escaped his lips, swollen from how hard he was biting them in hopes to keep himself quiet.

"mi vida.. fuck.. can't hold back.." he muttered, just seconds later you could feel the warm, slightly bitter liquid in your mouth as he sobbed loudly. his cock was twitching as you slowly slid it out of your mouth, glistening with spit and his own cum. as he took deep, shaky breaths you swallowed and got him dressed properly, humming softly.

"there you go sweetheart.. are you okay?" you asked softly, standing up and cupping his face with both hands. Rodolfo looked up at you with lidded eyes, nodding while trying to calm his breathing down.

"yes.. thank you mi corazón.."

#gothghostiie #cod #cod mw2 #cod mwii #call of duty #call of duty modern Warfare 2 #Rodolfo Parra #rudy parra #rudy cod #los Vaqueros #Rudy x reader #Rodolfo Parra x reader #smut #Rodolfo Parra smut #fluff #nsft #Spotify

[lazycats-stuff]

Poly!Alerudy x male reader

Okay, hear me out, there is something about Alejandro, Rudy and a male reader in a poly relationship that makes me weak. I don't know why, don't ask me why... Either way, here it is. My own fic about the trio. I had to use a translator for Spanish since I don't speak it or know it, so if there are any inaccuracies, sorry about that. Since I didn't really read about the reader being kidnapped, I am going to write about that.

But maybe make it a series where Valeria knows the reader, like reader lived in Las Almas as a kid, him and Valeria knew each other, but moved to USA when he was young and the reason why he's not fluent is because his parents didn't speak Spanish in USA.

Summary: Alejandro and Rudy are shocked to find out their civilian boyfriend was taken. They won't let it happen. Not on their watch.

Warnings: Kidnapping, violence, usual violence in MWII, Valeria being nice to the reader in captivity.

Alejandro and Rudy were finally at peace as they were driving home, back to their boyfriend. They were on a week long mission with 141, trying to get their target. And finally, after a week of going around the world, Rudy and Alejandro were finally back home, back to their civilian boyfriend. The only thing that can ground them from the violence and death they see everyday.

" Do you think (Y/N) is home already Rudy? " Alejandro asked as he pulled into the yard.

" Si. It's Friday and he is always home earlier on Fridays. " Rudy replied, opening the door of the car, stepping into the yard, but stopping once he saw the door slightly ajar. Alejandro kept talking, not realizing what Rudy was looking at.

" Que pasa Rudy? " (What's wrong Rudy?)

" Mira la puerta. " (Look at the door. )

Alejandro looked, eyes widening slightly. They shared a look, not saying anything more. They knew that (Y/N) wasn't that careless to leave the door slightly ajar, no matter the situation. They took their guns and moved in, quietly as possible.

Inside they were welcomed by sings of struggle. There were some bullet holes and further they moved in, they saw overturned furniture. They hearts sank as they saw 3 bodies. One was stabbed, the other seemed to have a broken neck and the 3rd one seemed shot. They cleared the house, moving upstairs. The upper floor was clear of any type of fight.

They went back down to the destroyed living room and kitchen. Rudy knew it was a good idea now to teach their boyfriend self defense and to teach him how to handle weapons. But despite that, fear seeped through him. None the less, despite what they taught him, he was overpowered. (Y/N), their light, their alma, their anchor. Rudy relaxed once Alejandro embraced him.

" It's okay, mi amor, it's okay. Lo encontraremos. " ( We will find him.) Alejandro tried to sooth his lover, but he wasn't calm and rational as he would like to be. He was afraid too, but he didn't want to let that fear guide him. He was going to remain calm and rational... He could to that. For the 3 of them.

" Lets call Price, 141 is not out of Mexico just yet. " Alejandro tried to comfort his second in command, his lover, his other half.

" Se suponía que estaba a salvo Alejandro. " (He was supposed to be safe Alejandro.)

" Yo se, mi amor, yo se. " ( I know, my love, I know. )

After a while they released each other, Rudy shaking his head. He knew he had to compose himself for (Y/N)'s sake. They had to be.

" Lets contact Price and get some intel. " Alejandro said, carefully moving around the living room, taking Rudy out too. They hopped back into the car and started driving back. They could only hope that he wouldn't be dead yet. Although he probably wasn't hostage for long, since they talked to each other a couple of hours before Alejandro and Rudy came back to their shared home.

" Do you think it was El Sin Nombre? " Alejandro asked, starting the car.

" I think so. Valeria does hold a grudge against us from the last time we interrogated her. "

Alejandro sighed, gripping the steering wheel harder. He knew that Valeria taking (Y/N) was the most obvious option, but they had a lot more enemies than her.

Rudy put his hand on Alejandro's hand that was moving the stick. He could sense that and he tried to calm Alejandro a bit.

" We will get him back Ale. "

" Yo se Rudy. " (I know Rudy.)

The two lovers fell into silence, trying to ease their fears and nerves. They knew they had to act quickly and they most certainly will. They are going to save him.

They will uphold their promise, no matter what. Even if it kills them.

(Y/N) woke up from his slumber, blinking slowly. His head felt like someone was hitting his head over with a hammer, over and over again. He tried to remember what Alejandro and Rudy told him if he ever got kidnapped. But his mind wouldn't cooperate so easily. He remembers coming home earlier, then a fight... So that's why his nose was throbbing.

He lifted his head up, neck hurting. He looked around the big room. It looked liked he was in a warehouse, but it was too narrow. A container then? He looked down at his wrists. Zipties. Okay. At least he wasn't handcuffed.

He turned his eyes to the door that was opening. He was confused, but that confusion was replaced with fear. Valeria Garza. He knew who she was, Alejandro and Rudy telling him once that she served with Alejandro, but he knew she was in a high position at Las Almas drug cartel. She was someone not to be messed with. She was followed by a bald guy and some other men. Armed to their teeth. She said to them in Spanish and they left the warehouse.

" Hello (Y/N). "

(Y/N) didn't respond, his anxiety going through the roof. Okay, he needs to remember what they told him. Focus on your survival, stay calm and listen to them. If being interrogated, don't admit to anything, but cooperate and observe your environment. And don't antagonize them.

" Siempre estuviste callado y tímido. " (You were always quiet and shy.)

(Y/N) was still learning Spanish, but he could piece the pieces of the sentence.

Valeria now stood in front of him, looking down at his (Y/N) looked up at his captor. This is it. She used her right hand to cup (Y/N)'s cheek. (Y/N) felt slightly repulsed. Only Rudy and Ale were allowed to touch his face like that.

" Do you need anything? You were out for a long time. "

(Y/N) was more than confused. Why would she ask him that? What the hell? This must be a trick. Get you to trust them and then they catch you off guard.

" No... Thank you... " (Y/N) said, slowly, suspicious beyond belief.

" You don't remember me? " Valeria asked all of a sudden, shocking him for the second time.

" Why would I remember you? " (Y/N) asked.

" You don't remember the time before you moved? When we played together as kids? " Valeria asked again, removing her hand from (Y/N)'s face.

(Y/N) was silent, not knowing what to think, say or even do. He knows one of the most dangerous people in Las Almas? When? He moved to the USA when there he finished kindergarten and after that, he lost contact with his Mexican side.

" I... I don't know? " (Y/N) said his thoughts aloud, his voice soft and quiet in the container, unsure of everything. He questioned everything right now.

" I think you need some painkillers. I know your head is hurting from the hit. " Valeria said, smiling softly at (Y/N). She went outside, telling one of her men something.

(Y/N) was now sure that this is a psychological trick. He can't give in to whatever is going to happen.

" They will get the painkillers in a minute. " She unfolded the chair in the process, sitting down in front of him. " Are you hungry? "

" Why are you so nice? " (Y/N) asked before he could stop himself.

" You really don't remember? " Valeria asked him again.

" Remember what? "

She put her hand into her pocket, taking out a photograph. It was an old one, with 2 kids on it. One a young boy and the other a girl. (Y/N) froze in his chair. He recognized himself and the other kid must be Valeria then.

" This was taken on your last day here, before you moved to the USA. " She wanted to say more, but gunshots interrupted her. (Y/N) could only hope that those were his lovers. Valeria stood up, taking her gun into her hands.

" Your lovers came sooner than I thought. Don't worry, I will be back. "

(Y/N) was left alone. He listened to the gunshots outside. How were his lovers doing?

He flinched when the doors were busted open.

" (Y/N)! I found him! " Alejandro said into the comms, running towards his lover. He took the knife and cut the restraints.

" Are you okay? Did she hurt you? " Alejandro fired his questions quickly.

" No, I'm okay Ale. Where is Rudy? "

And speak of the said devil, Rudy ran in. The trio shared a quick hug before separating.

" Stay behind us my love. " Alejandro said, aiming his rifle once more. Rudy followed him and (Y/N) stood behind them both.

" Be ready to run (Y/N). " Alejandro said.

(Y/N) nodded, taking a deep breath. And out they went.

Alejandro paced as they waited for (Y/N) to come out from the medics. Rudy went to prepare the bed for (Y/N). They couldn't go back to their house just yet. They needed to get it in order before (Y/N) came back.

Alejandro stopped once (Y/N) stepped out. Alejandro reached out, gently pulling (Y/N) closer, wrapping him into his arms.

" ¿Está todo bien? " (Is everything okay?)

" It's okay. Can we go to bed? I'm tired. "

" Of course we can. Rudy is waiting for us too. Come on. "

Alejandro led him through the halls of the base, holding his arm around his waist.

" Ale? "

" Yes, mi amor? "

" I need to tell something to you and Rudy. Something... "

" Okay. "

" But you two have to promise me not to get mad. "

Alejandro looked at his lover in shock. Why would they be mad at him?

" I can promise you I won't. "

(Y/N) nodded and opened the door to the room. He went to hug Rudy, who happily obliged.

" Everything okay? "

(Y/N) nodded, fearing what he had to tell them.

" I need you two to sit. This is something that I just found out myself. And... I'm still shocked. "

Rudy and Alejandro sat down.

" Rudy, promise me you won't get mad. "

" I promise you. "

And (Y/N) told them what Valeria told him. They listened in shock and disbelief. (Y/N) was waiting in silence as they processed the info. He felt tears building up in his eyes.

" Oh mi amor, come here. We are not mad at you. " Alejandro said as he brought him in the middle of them. Rudy hugged him from behind, while Alejandro hugged him from the front, giving him soft kisses to the face.

" We are not mad at you. At all. Okay? " Rudy whispered against (Y/N)'s neck, gently nuzzling it.

" Can we go to bed? I'm tired. " (Y/N) said, wiping his tears.

The duo nodded and moved to allow him to change. (Y/N) put on Alejandro's shirt and Rudy's sweatpants. He loved taking their clothes. Well, more like stealing, but none the less, it's the same thing.

He lied down in the middle of the bed, taking the covers to put them over himself. Rudy and Alejandro settled down next to him in a minute. They both hugged him and in way wrapped themselves around (Y/N), protecting him from any type of danger that might come for him.

#alejandro vargas x male reader #cod x reader #cod mw2 #rudolfo parra x male reader #alejandro x rudy #mw2

[callsign-bunnie]

Hello! I was wondering if you could do a bit of a Slasher au? I noted that in the College au that Rudy studies law.

So what if he was a lawyer, and Ale or Ghost were slashers and Rusy defends them in court as their lawyer? Obviously, they fall in love with Rudy because of his determination that they are innocent (they aren't)

It's honestly in your control, and however you want to go about writing it is up to you! Whatever ship you want is good as well! <3

I am working on a PT2 but you can see why I had to go ahead and post what I had for this one

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Rodolfo sat across the table from them and he carefully pushed the little stuffed bear across to them. “Laswell said you should be exonerated. The charges are being dropped.”

Ghost was the one to pick up the bear and Rodolfo could see his eyes light up under the mask. It had his skin growing warm and he quickly looked away, meeting Alejandro’s eyes, instead. Alejandro took his hand and smiled, that same attractive half grin that always had Rodolfo melting. “Thank you, mi corazón…” He murmured. “You helped us get out of here, we will forever be in your debt.”

Rodolfo softened and then he shook his head. “You’re innocent, you deserve to be freed for that. I can’t… stand to see innocent people go away for crimes they didn’t commit.” He murmured. “Do you two have somewhere to go when you’re free?”

Both of their expressions seemed to drop and then Ghost was the one to answer. For alphas, they were always so gentle when they spoke to him. He loved it. “No…” Ghost admitted and shook his head. “No family, no friends.”

“That’s alright.” Rodolfo shook his head and then smiled. “You two can stay with me! I have a large apartment, courtesy of Laswell, so you two can stay there until you find something.” Which, he prayed they didn’t. He so very much didn’t want them to leave. 

Both seemed surprised and then Alejandro was half grinning at him, again. “Really? We’d love that. Thank you, Rudy, you’ve done so much for us.”

“We’ll find some way to return the favor.” Ghost nodded and they both shared a glance. 

Rodolfo went to protest that he didn’t need them to, but he got sort of a firm look from both of them so he winced and ducked his head, nodding a little. “Okay… You’ll both be out in a week… I won’t be able to see you until then.”

“That’s alright, Rodolfo.” Ghost murmured and Alejandro agreed. Ghost went back to looking at the little bear and Rodolfo watched all of his features soften as he looked over it before he shared another look with Alejandro. 

“We’ll see you, then, mi amor.” Alejandro let go of Rodolfo’s hand and so Rodolfo stood, taking a deep breath and leaving. He frowned as he passed by Laswell, who was just coming in, and she looked pissed. As she walked in, he paused by the door, knowing he’d be able to hear if he stayed close. Even if it closed.

“You both will be free in a week and then I want you to disappear. Fuck off back to John Price and you stay away from Rodolfo.”

“Why the actual fuck would we do that?” Ghost was the one who replied.

“Because. Rodolfo is good. He is sweet and kind and I will not let you two ruin that. He is good and you two are not. I did this as a favor to Price but I will not let you two take advantage of him.”

“He wants us around. Why should we break his heart by leaving?” Alejandro. “It would be cruel.” Rodolfo could hear amusement in his tone, it had his skin red involuntarily.

“You will leave.” 

“No, I don’t think we will.”

“You will leave or I will tell him the truth.”

A soft growl came as Ghost replied and Rodolfo had to fight not to shiver. God, his body reacted to every little thing they did. “You will not. Rodolfo is ours.”

-

Rodolfo had met… them on a Tuesday. He remembered it so distinctly, because how could he not? In fact, he remembered everything about that day. It was raining outside and so his sweater was still slightly wet. His coffee had been a bit too bitter that day, tasting like the coffee shop had burnt the espresso when they made it and he’d woken up to a hole in his favorite sweater, which had put him in a seriously unhappy mood. 

He was an intern for another lawyer, her name was Kate Laswell, and she was… brilliant. She was a criminal defense attorney and apparently this was a favor for her best friend, John Price, though she’d never explained to him what the favor was in return for.

Rodolfo was her only intern, she didn’t like taking them. In fact, she’d been a bit hesitant about taking Rodolfo, but he’d been desperate. He was in school on a scholarship and he had to do an internship and… Well, none of the others would take him on. He’d shown up at the alpha’s office at 3 AM and borderline begged her to. (He’d offered a few things he wasn’t proud of, but she’d just shook her head and given him the internship and in fact, was very paternal to him.)

It’d been a year, now, and they were both very close now. She had even offered him a position at her firm when he finally passed the bar and had jokingly considered a name change to “Laswell and Parra”. He had met her two adopted children, Alex Keller and Farah Karim, and while they weren’t close to him, he would consider them friends. 

Laswell had said this would be a tough case, and looking over the charges… Rodolfo believed her. There was no evidence that said her clients committed the crime, but there were witnesses, one of whom had picked them out of a lineup five separate times. And the DA was… tough. Phillip Graves. He and Laswell were friendly rivals, sort of, and so she had expressed to Rodolfo that this was going to be a hard case, but she was confident.

Rodolfo had done as much research as he could, and that had started with researching their clients. Alejandro Vargas and Simon Riley, though the latter went by Ghost apparently. Rodolfo… didn’t quite know why. 

Both alphas had come from bad homes, horrible homes that had had Rodolfo feeling horrible for them. And, supposedly, they were serial killers. A small party had taken place in the woods and both had apparently wiped it out. They’d gotten arrested at their school, too, on.. Honestly bullshit evidence. 

Quite literally just word of mouth that they were both violent and odd. The other evidence had came later and Rodolfo thought it was all bullshit when he’d been looking over the charges. The only reason they were even at risk of being found guilty was the DA was Phillip Graves and… that fucking witness.

She had picked them out of a lineup five separate times but… she’d also said that they’d worn masks the entire time so… It all just felt like a case of targeting to him. Proving that they were being framed and targeted would be the hard part. But… he was confident. If Laswell was confident, he was confident. 

“Boys, this is Rodolfo Parra, my intern and he’s my student. Rodolfo, this is our clients, Alejandro Vargas and Simon Riley.” Laswell introduced them.

Rodolfo sat at the table, across from them, and finally allowed himself to look up and at the other two, watching Simon make a face and shake his head. “I prefer Ghost.”

“You’ll be referred to as Simon in court, so that’s what I introduced you as.” Laswell sighed and then finally sat at the table with Rodolfo, laying out folders.

Rodolfo finally looked over both alphas, taking them in. Ghost, as Rodolfo had decided to refer to him, was wearing a black hoodie with a skull printed face mask. He was… large. Much larger than Alejandro, though Alejandro was pretty big, too. In fact, both of them practically dwarfed Rodolfo. 

Ghost was blonde, pale, and he had brown eyes, which gave him barely a glance over before they were turning back to Laswell, watching her lay everything out. 

Alejandro, on the other hand, his eyes followed Rodolfo. He had black hair, dark skin, and very warm brown eyes. His face broke into a smile when Rodolfo finally looked at him and he shook his head. “My apologies. You are beautiful.”

Rodolfo found his skin dark red from the use of spanish, but he straightened his shoulders, not wanting to appear easily flustered or easy to buy with compliments. Though… he was already on Alejandro’s side, he didn’t need to be bought. So, he settled with a simple thank you, ignoring the way Alejandro’s shoulders seemed to drop and ignoring the way he found himself almost feeling bad.

Finally, Laswell spoke again, folding her arms on the table. “The evidence is… flimsy. To us. The problem will be convincing the jury of that. The DA… He’s really tough, he’ll spin every angle he can. The worst thing we have right now is that witness, she picked you out of a lineup five times.”

Rodolfo took his opportunity to speak up. “Even there, Laswell, we have cracks… She claimed they wore masks, she also claimed they never took them off. How would she pick them?” He tried to ignore the looks they both gave him.

“Supposedly, build and eye color, but you’re right, Rodolfo. We’ll work that angle as well… I’ll warn you boys, I don’t fight fair.” No she did not. Laswell didn’t just fight in court, she fought out of it, too. She played every angle she could, discredited every official, got rid of jury members… 

She’d gotten a DA completely disbarred before in order to win a case. 

“That’s alright. We can’t go to prison.” Alejandro spoke up and shook his head, sighing. “Thank you for even taking our case, Price said you would… He said you’re a brilliant lawyer.”

Laswell laughed, softly. “Price likes to flatter me. So, we’re going to start with the most important thing. Your court date is in a month, and… all points considered, I’ve decided the safest place for you two to stay will be with Price until it’s over. Your bail has already been paid, Price will pick you up from here.”

Both alphas nodded and then Laswell checked her watch before shaking her head. “I’ll be right back. Just one moment.” She got out her phone and answered it as she left, closing the door behind her.

Rodolfo had to admit, he was nervous to be left alone with the two alphas, but… not because he thought they were dangerous. He just… felt nervous. They both turned to look at him and then Alejandro winced. “We’re sorry if you’re uncomfortable working this case…”

“Why would I be? You’re innocent.” Rodolfo shrugged his shoulders. Obviously. The evidence was flimsy and he doubted Laswell would take the case otherwise. “I don’t… understand why everyone is ganging up on you two, though…”

“I don’t know.” Alejandro furrowed his brows. “I thought people liked me. I’m active in social clubs, hell I’m in a frat…”

“I dragged you down.” Ghost sighed and shook his head, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. “Everyone fucking hates me. They think I’m a freak. We’re friends and so you have to be a freak, too. Sorry.”

“Don’t be like that…” Alejandro sighed and then nudged him. “They’re just assholes. All of them. I guess it doesn’t help that everyone at that party.. Well… Nevermind.” Alejandro went silent.

Ghost shook his head. “No. He should know. If that DA finds out, it’ll be proper motive. The truth is, Rodolfo, that I don’t feel bad that they’re dead. I’m glad they fucking are and I honestly wish I was the one to fucking kill them. Whoever did it is real fucking lucky.”

Rodolfo frowned, deeply. He didn’t like the sound of that. “Why?”

Alejandro looked away and he looked to almost be in pain. Suddenly, he got up, “I need to use the restroom.” He left the room and the door slammed behind Rodolfo.

Rodolfo furrowed his brows and then dropped his shoulders. “I’m sorry…” He realized this must have been a hard subject for them to talk about. “I… I didn’t mean to upset him.”

“It’s not your fault.” Ghost sighed and then he straightened up. “He was a party animal his first two years of college. But… he decided to clean it up. Got in treatment for his bipolar, went to less and less parties, stopped drinking… Then for Christmas, his frat buddies said they had a gift for him. They… got him really drunk and high and…” Ghost trailed off for a moment and Rodolfo’s stomach dropped, realizing. “The video was around the school before he’d even found out what had happened. Ale sued them and… won.”

Rodolfo felt sick to his stomach. “And… his frat buddies are the ones who died?” Ghost nodded and Rodolfo had to admit, he agreed that they were better off dead. “That… That’s awful… I’m sorry…” Rodolfo knew it may have been his own trauma but… he found himself immediately empathizing with the alphas. It made him think of the reason he even pursued this career in the first place and he looked down. 

Ghost sighed and shrugged, before shaking his head. “It makes sense that everyone chose us, I guess.” 

Rodolfo couldn’t help wincing before nodding slightly. “Yeah… I… I’m really sorry, I wish I could help…” 

“There’s nothing you can do but help us win this case.” Ghost sighed, his shoulders dropping. “Of course, we’ll probably have to change schools after this… He was already thinking about it.”

Rodolfo hesitated and then his resolve hardened. “I will. I’ll do whatever I have to. This is unfair, you two don’t deserve to go to prison for that, especially after… after… that.” He bit the inside of his lip and then shook his head. “I’ll help.”

Ghost looked at him for a moment and tilted his head. “You… truly believe we’re innocent?”

“I do.” Rodolfo nodded. “Especially now, but I did before… Laswell wouldn’t take a guilty client and… You both seem genuine. Innocent. I believe you…”

Ghost nodded. “I see… Thank you. You don’t understand what it means to us.”

Rodolfo softened and then he smiled. “I’m going to do whatever I can.”

-

Rodolfo hesitated before knocking on John Price’s door. He’d met the other professor before… but, he’d never been to his house, despite him supposedly being Laswell’s best friend. He was coming to talk to Alejandro and Ghost but… he hadn’t found a good excuse, yet.

For some reason, they’d been stuck in his head. Maybe it was what Ghost had told him about Alejandro… Maybe it was the deeper research Rodolfo had done, later, and had found out that Ghost had his own trauma with that frat… Maybe he just was curious about them. He didn’t know.

But, he figured he wouldn’t need an excuse since he was working for Laswell. Hopefully they’d just think it was that.

When the door opened, he was greeted with the History Profesor, John Price, who smiled at him. “Rodolfo, hello, it’s nice to see you.” Price offered a hand, which Rodolfo shook. “What can I help you with?”

“I’m here to see Ghost and Alejandro?” Rodolfo said, smiling. “I just… need to talk to them about a few things.”

“No, no, of course, of course. Come in.” Price moved out of the way and let Rodolfo in. He knew Price was an alpha and he also knew he was sleeping with one of the math professors who was… also an alpha. Why did Rodolfo know? Rodolfo knew everything about everyone who was related to cases. He had to. Everyone had skeletons in their closets and it was important to know which ones to bury.

Maybe he should have used that excuse to come see them. 

Regardless, he was here now, so he followed Price inside, turning down his offer of a drink and food before he followed him to the basement. “Boys,” Price said, knocking before pushing open the door.

The basement was… pretty nice. It was fully furnished from the looks of it and incredibly spacious. So spacious that both alphas had enough room to fully spread out as Alejandro was playing video games and Ghost appeared to be doing something on his laptop.

They both sat up when Rodolfo and Price entered and Rodolfo offered a little wave of a greeting before Price left, telling Rodolfo to just yell if he needed anything. Rodolfo watched him leave before turning back to the alphas and suddenly… well, not having an excuse to come hit hard because what was he even suppose to tell them he was there for?

Both looked at him, expectantly, and he froze, unsure what excuse to even throw out. “I… I had some questions…” 

Alejandro smiled. “Oh? What for?”

Fuck. “Um… About that video. Ghost was right, it could be considered proper motive. However, you sued them and won, so I don’t… really think it will hold up. I don’t even think the DA will take that route. But… I want to be thorough in case they do.”

“You want to be?” Ghost spoke up, raising an eyebrow. Rodolfo noticed he was still wearing a face mask.

Rodolfo wasn’t fazed by this question, going and sitting in a desk chair. “I do. This is my job. This is what Laswell pays me to do. I need to know everything about everyone and everything.”

“Do you?” Alejandro asked, looking almost amused and tilting his head.

Rodolfo hesitated and then shrugged. “I try to. I think I know most of it about the people I have encountered. Try me. Give me a name, I’ll give you their darkest secret.”

“Okay. Rodolfo Parra.” Ghost was again the one to speak. They seemed to almost take turns.

And, Rodolfo was definitely slightly fazed by his own name being thrown out there. “No. I don’t give mine. It’s my job to know others’, but… I’ll keep my own close to my chest.”

Neither seemed to like this answer. “You know ours.” Alejandro acknowledged. “I assume you do, anyway.”

“I have to. It’s my job.” Rodolfo reiterated. “But…” Well, he supposed it was slightly unfair… He looked at them both, seeing they were both staring at him. “I don’t have secrets. I didn’t get that privilege. Google my name. Just… not when I’m here.”

Alejandro frowned and Ghost narrowed his eyes for a moment before they both sighed. “Alright.” Alejandro nodded. “Why? What are we going to find?”

“Well, hopefully, not pictures. But.. a lot of articles.” Rodolfo sighed and then shook his head. “I don’t want to describe it.”

They again gave him odd looks but neither questioned it and instead nodded. So, Rodolfo crossed his legs and looked at them. “I know it’s probably a lot to ask but… I need that video.”

“No.” Alejandro shook his head. “I don’t want you to see it.”

“Could… Laswell watch it?” Rodolfo offered, wanting Alejandro to be comfortable. He knew this likely would be a sore spot for Alejandro. “If it gets thrown out there as evidence, neither of us are going to be prepared to handle it.”

Alejandro clenched his jaw before getting up and going to the desk that Rodolfo was sitting at, leaning over him. Rodolfo tried very hard not to pick up Alejandro’s scent, but it hit him pretty hard. Cinnamon and honey… He closed his eyes and grasped at the arms of the chair, trying very hard to hide his reaction.

However, when he opened his eyes, he was startled by Alejandro’s face being directly in his own. “You didn’t come here to talk about this video, did you?” He acknowledged, holding a USB in his hand. 

Rodolfo swallowed because no, he hadn’t. Granted, he hadn’t had a particular excuse in his mind. Alejandro’s hands rested on the desk chair and he pushed it back, causing Rodolfo to fall back against it. Rodolfo’s breath caught in his throat, even more so when he saw Ghost seem to perk up.

“Did you?” Alejandro repeated.

Rodolfo hesitated before shaking his head, telling the truth. Why did he do that? He should have just lied. He should have told them he had, take the USB, and go. But then… Alejandro’s eyes darkened and his eyes moved to Rodolfo’s mouth and suddenly Rodolfo didn’t quite want to go home.

He glanced at Ghost, again, hearing him move, and seeing that he’d fully sat up on the bed. His eyes were filled with a mixture of curiosity and amusement and it had Rodolfo’s skin covered in goosebumps. Alejandro moved his hand and touched Rodolfo’s neck, trailing his fingers down it. 

Rodolfo swallowed, again, and closed his eyes, taking deep breaths. “Your body reacts to us so well…” Alejandro murmured and then Rodolfo felt his breath fan over his neck, causing him to press his legs together and dig his nails into the arms of the chair.

“Careful. Don’t shred my chair.” Alejandro murmured and Rodolfo carefully unclenched his hands, taking another deep breath. “Good boy…” Fingers trailed down his jaw and then moved over to his mouth, where they pressed gently against his lips.

Rodolfo didn’t even hesitate to slightly open his lips, blushing dark when the fingers were pushed into his mouth and then they pressed on his tongue, forcing him to open his mouth more before they were pushed down into his throat, not enough to make him gag, but enough that he had to make a sound of protest.

The fingers were removed and he heard Alejandro chuckle, opening his eyes and looking up at him. His hand was took and the usb was put into it. “You should go home. You can watch it, but I don’t want to know if you do.”

Rodolfo hesitated and looked down at the USB and he felt… disappointed. “Oh.” He murmured, “okay.” Were they… toying with him? He looked over at Ghost, again, and was unable to read his expression. 

He got up, putting the USB in his pocket, and then he glanced between them. Both were watching him and he ducked his head, moving to leave. Last minute, he was gently grabbed and looked up, surprised to be greeted by Ghost, who was holding his arm. “You’ll come see us again, right?” His voice was… softer than Rodolfo was used to, sweet. Though it still had that natural growl in it, it wasn’t quite as smooth as Alejandro’s. 

He looked almost… eager, though it was barely there and Rodolfo could have been mistaking it. Even still, he softened and nodded. “I’ll try… When?”

“Anytime.” Ghost answered and then he let him go. 

Rodolfo hesitated and glanced between them before quickly leaving, barely tossing a goodbye to Price before he rushed out to his car, getting in. And as he drove home, the only thing in his mind was two pairs of brown eyes and the way they had looked at him. Had looked over him.

Shit.

-

They consumed every thought in his head until his brain was filled with nothing but Alejandro and Ghost. Ever since that day, he’d been lit on fire by need and want and he was desperate for the alphas. He never thought he could ever experience this level of… of… craving. 

But he was and he desperately needed to be satiated. 

However, Laswell had gotten busy with the case and she had Rodolfo busy as well, needing him to find some way to handle that witness. Jessica Whitney. She was an omega, but her brother was one of the victims who had died and was also a frat member.

Finding this out had had Rodolfo’s brain spinning.

He hadn’t told Laswell about the USB drive. He… knew he should, but she didn’t even know about the video and it felt wrong to give it to her. But… Rodolfo didn’t exactly want to watch it, either. He didn’t want to see Alejandro in that position.

He wished he’d had some way to be able to comb over it without watching, but… he didn’t. This was his job, he told himself, and he had a growing suspicion that he needed to see if he was right about something.

So, he’d put it on his computer and… he hadn’t watched it. Not for an entire week. Instead, he’d asked around the school about her but… since he worked for Laswell and it was known Laswell was representing Ghost and Alejandro, no one had been willing to talk to him.

So, he’d tried to look over the yearbook. Still nothing. Just confirmation her brother was in the frat. She didn’t do anything social. No clubs, no sports, nothing. She wasn’t in a sorority, she wasn’t in a coed fraternity. (Rodolfo, himself, had been tempted to rush a sorority, but then everyone at school had found out what had happened to him and… well, it wouldn’t work out.) She didn’t do anything but go to her brother’s parties.

So… if he was positive what he thought he was going to find indeed was what he was going to find… He knew he would end up having to watch the video. 

As it was, Ghost ended up texting him. Rodolfo hadn’t even been aware either had their number, but apparently Laswell had given it to them so they could ask him questions when she wasn’t available. Did you watch it, yet?

I thought Alejandro wanted me to have Laswell watch it.

He said you could and I know you’re curious.

The opposite was the problem. Rodolfo felt sick at the idea of watching it. No, I haven’t. 

That’s fair. It’s… not a pretty video. I was asking because I wanted to check on you if you had. 

I haven’t. Neither has Laswell.

Ah.

Rodolfo furrowed his brows at his phone and then turned back to the laptop. He supposed all of this combined was meant to be his sign that he needed to watch it but… god, he really just didn’t want to. He didn’t want to invade Alejandro’s privacy and he knew it was going to trigger him, but he knew he might have to.

Best to get it over with, right?

So, he took a deep breath and played the video. Right off the bat, he hated it. It was so clear that Alejandro was high and drunk and even there, he said no so many times. However, right before anything happened, he paused when he noticed someone in the background, talking to another of the frat members.

She was laughing, pointing at Alejandro, and he recognized her as the witness, immediately. Jessica Whitney. Of course she was in the video. So, he sent the clip and the video to Laswell, pointing her out. Brilliant catch, Rodolfo. But it won’t be enough. We need more. All this does is provide motive and make her look guilty.

Rodolfo furrowed his brows, but he realized Laswell was right… Fuck. He needed to… to… he didn’t know. He looked down at his phone as he got another text from Ghost. Why haven’t you come to see us again?

It’s only been a few weeks, I didn’t know you wanted me to come so fast or I would have… 

A few weeks is a long time.

I’ll come on Friday, okay?

Alright, we can accept that.

Rodolfo relaxed, glad. The first court date was that Friday morning, so he supposed they may need some comfort afterwards. He felt horrible for them, especially Alejandro… He turned back to the video and decided not to watch any more of it, closing it and then putting the USB in an envelope.

-

He hadn’t even been looking for the second thing he’d needed. No, he’d been scrolling through social media under his sock account that he used to collect evidence when he’d found it. A post which was a video of a concert.

And in the background was Jessica Whitney.

Now, obviously, just a video wouldn’t be enough. Plus… when was the concert? It couldn’t possibly have been the day of the party, right? 

So, he’d researched the concert and the artist, finding it was a rapper he didn’t know or listen to. But… their concert had not only been the same day as the party, but it’d ended later than it was supposed to due to some technical issues midway through. And, it was 2 hours away from where the party had taken place.

There was no fucking way she was at that party.

But, again, just a video wouldn’t be enough. Regardless, he screen recorded it and sent it to Laswell before getting on his laptop and starting to search for the concert. He found plenty of videos, but no more of them proved Jessica was there.

Posts… pictures… She had been diligent, it seemed.

He’d almost given up and tried a different angle when he had went to one of her mutuals’ accounts and there he’d found a picture of tickets, and one of them had her name on it. Jessica Whitney.

Again, not proof, but he still sent it to Laswell, proving that she had intent to go, at least. Maybe a video and tickets would be enough? No. He wanted to be positive. He wanted there to be no way she could lie her way out of it. 

So, he scrubbed through her account, again and… nothing. 

So, he went back and looked at the video. Her outfit was… very distinctive. Blue tube top, yellow pencil skirt… and a red hoodie toting the name of their school on it… Witness statement.

He immediately went and got the file, sitting back down and looking over it. Sure enough, she was described as wearing a blue tube top, yellow pencil skirt, and a red hoodie with the school name and logo on it. Bingo.

He took a picture of the witness statement and a screenshot of the video and sent it all to Laswell, beaming when he earned a thumbs up back. I can question her in court if you’d like.

I’d expect nothing less, Rodolfo. 

-

Rodolfo had never been nervous in court. Ever. He’d always been calm, cool, and collected. And, now was no different. Alejandro and Ghost had been… quiet the entire time. Though, he hadn’t expected either of them to be hyper. They had cracked a few small jokes here and there, but he knew they were likely terrified and they'd been very quiet and only when it was busy.

He had caught them glancing at him, a few times, and he found himself hoping they were impressed when he went and questioned Jessica. He really hoped they were. 

Phillip Graves had seemed to be in a docile mood. He barely even looked like he wanted to pick up this case but… that was one of his methods. He was trying to catch them off guard. Rodolfo wasn’t sure why he was trying that one, it never worked on Laswell, but.. Oh well. If he wanted to waste his time.

“Does the defense call to question the witness?” Was finally asked when it was Jessica’s turn and so Rodolfo stood and stated they do.

He did notice the odd stares, but Graves didn’t even look fazed. Laswell just continued with the small bit of paperwork she was looking over, making sure her statements were filed. They were, Rodolfo had done it personally.

He straightened himself and took a deep breath, going up to the witness stand and doing his best to smile. “Hello. Jessica, right?” He asked.

She nodded, hunching her shoulders in. What a neat little trick, appearing small and fragile. “I am.”

“Jessica… Whitney.” He opened the folder and furrowed his brows, looking over it. He tried to appear nervous, like he wasn’t sure of himself. But… he was. “It says here that you attend University with Vargas and Riley. But… you’re a year behind, correct?”

Jessica nodded. “I am. My brother, Jackson, was in their grade.”

“Right.” Rodolfo nodded and continued to look over the folder, though he had everything in order. “Your brother, Jackson, was… also in Vargas’s frat? Right?”

“Yes.” She nodded, again. “They were friends, I thought.”

Lie number one. Rodolfo glanced back, seeing the way Alejandro tensed. “Oh?” No, Jackson had been listed on the names of the alphas Alejandro had sued and won. Rodolfo had looked it up, later. “Hmm…” He did his best to appear confused. “I have to ask, Ms Whitney, but are you sure?” He was giving her a chance to back down. He prayed she didn’t take it.

Jessica flinched and then nodded. “I’m positive. Jackson talked very positively about Vargas… He looked up to him.”

“And it says here that you picked Vargas and Riley out of a lineup. Why?” 

“I saw them. At the party.”

“You did? You were there at the party?”

“I was.”

“What time did you get to the party-”

“Objection, relevance?” Graves spoke up, standing.

Rodolfo smiled before the judge even had a chance to speak. “I promise it’s relevant, your honor. It’s important, I have to ask.” He fidgeted with his hands and pretended to glance back at Laswell, who gave him an encouraging smile. This was a bit he did often.

The judge seemed hesitant but eventually sighed. “Overruled.”

“Thank you.” Rodolfo relaxed and didn’t glance back at Graves, pretending to avoid his eye. “What time did you get to the party, Ms Whitney?”

“I would say… 10 O’Clock.” Jessica frowned. “Yeah, about 10.”

Lie number 2. She wasn’t at the party. “I see.” Rodolfo nodded and closed the file, going and dropping it on the table before coming back over. “Lights, please.”

The lights were turned off and the evidence projector was turned on, so Rodolfo got the clicker for it from the bailiff, who he smiled at before going back over to the projector screen. “I would like to call attention to evidence piece number 14. A set of pictures.” 

He clicked and pulled up the picture, which was just a still from the video. One where Jessica was laughing with one of her friends. “Can you identify the woman in this video?” He used the laser pointer to single her out and then turned to her.

Jessica furrowed her brows. “That’s… Me. It appears.” 

“Oh?” Rodolfo clicked to the next, which was a later still of her again. “And this woman?”

“That’s also me.” 

“I see. I now call attention to evidence piece number 15, which is instead a video.” He clicked to it and took a deep breath.

Rodolfo glanced at Jessica, who just looked confused. Alejandro, however, looked to completely tense up and Ghost appeared to be checking on him. Laswell nodded for him to continue, so Rodolfo did. 

“I won’t show you the entire video, it’s unnecessary, but these first five minutes are.” He clicked play and turned to watch Jessica as he did. Her eyes widened in realization and then she appeared almost ashamed. 

When she showed up in the video, he paused it and turned to her. “You identified this woman to be you, correct?”

“I-” She’d gone pale. “I- I- I mean I thought it was me but I don’t-”

“You identified this woman to be you. Correct?” Rodolfo repeated.

Jessica went silent for a moment before dropping her shoulders and nodding. “Yes. That is me.”

Rodolfo smiled. “I see.” He was slowly letting the nervous fall. “This video, as you can likely infer, is of Alejandro Vargas being assaulted. And here you are, in the background. It looks like you’re having fun, Ms Whitney.”

She didn’t answer, so Rodolfo shook his head. “No matter.” He sighs. “I call evidence pieces numbers 16, 18, and 21.”

This pulled up the video of her at the concert, a screenshot of her ticket, and then her described outfit from the witness statement. Jessica looked almost horrified as Rodolfo turned to her, watching her eyes frantically glance between the pieces of evidence. “This concert took place the day of the party. Rather, at the exact same time as the party. And, it got let out two hours after the murder allegedly took place. I wonder… how could you be at the party, when here you are, dancing in the background of a video of the concert?”

“I- I…” Jessica stammered, but didn’t answer.

Rodolfo smiled. “I found you. Twice. In the background of a video. You might want to start being cautious when you see cameras start filming. No further questions, your honor.” He went back to the table. As he walked there, he glanced at Alejandro and Ghost and… was surprised to be greeted with something dark in their eyes. 

It sent a shiver down his spine as he sat down at the table and he tried not to focus on them the rest of the court session. Jessica was charged with lying under oath and her entire statement was thrown out. Which was definitely a victory.

“A small victory,” Laswell clarified as they packed up. “But, a victory, nonetheless. Rodolfo, you can have the rest of the day off. Brilliant work, brilliant.” She pat his shoulder before they left.

Rodolfo went straight to Price’s house, meeting Ghost and Alejandro there. Price, who had apparently watched it, had again reiterated that Rodolfo had been brilliant. Or, well, he tried to, because almost as soon as Rodolfo was there, Ghost and Alejandro were dragging him down to the basement. 

“That was fucking badass.” Ghost immediately said when they got to the bottom of the stairs and Rodolfo flushed bright red as Alejandro nodded in agreement.

He was backed up until his back hit Alejandro and then Ghost was touching his chin and making him look up at him. “God, we want you.” He murmured.

Rodolfo’s breath caught in his chest and he tried to keep it steady and even as he looked up at Ghost, though it was significantly harder when he felt Alejandro’s fingers graze his skin under his shirt. “Every reaction of yours drives me crazy…” Alejandro purred and then his breath was again fanning over Rodolfo’s skin, hot.

Rodolfo let out a soft whimper of need and reached up, grasping at Ghost’s hoodie and pressing his eyes closed. His head was turned to the side, suddenly, and a mouth was on his, kissing him deeply as he was yanked back against Alejandro.

His neckline was tugged to the side, popping the top few of his buttons, and kisses were pressed down his neck and over his shoulder, hands shoving up his shirt and groping over the soft bits on his torso. He gasped, breaking the kiss, as nails were gently dragged over his ribs, but then they pulled away from him and appeared to share a look before fully moving away.

Rodolfo frowned, feeling almost like he’d just experienced whiplash, and shook his head, blinking. “I don’t… I don’t understand… Why do you… keep doing that?”

Both alphas looked away from him and Rodolfo started to doubt it was to toy with him. They both looked ashamed. He bit the inside of his lip and then hugged himself, wondering if something was wrong with himself. “I… I think I'm going to go.” He said, quietly, and turned to leave before gasping as Ghost was immediately across the room, standing in front of the door.

“Wait, wait. We’re sorry, you’re right.” Ghost said, blocking the doorway. Rodolfo frowned and glanced back at Alejandro who looked just as panicked. “It’s… It’s complicated.”

“That’s stupid.” Rodolfo retorted. “Just let me go.” He went to step around Ghost, but he stopped when both alphas made soft noises, raising an eyebrow. 

Ghost seemed to pause before taking a deep breath. “I… We… Fuck, Alejandro, can you just explain, I’m not good at this!”

Alejandro came over and took Rodolfo’s attention, pulling him to the bed and having him sit. “We want you, we do.” He promised and touched Rodolfo’s face. “But… we’re on trial for murder. We both… worry. Neither of us want to take advantage of you.”

Rodolfo looked up at Alejandro and then furrowed his brows. “Why… Why touch me and make me excited, then? It feels cruel…” Incredibly cruel. It made him feel like they were just playing with him. “I’m not a toy.”

“No! No, you’re not a toy, you’re right.” Alejandro shook his head. “We forget ourselves. I, especially, do.”

“Well… keep forgetting yourselves.” Rodolfo huffed. “I… I want this. I do.” 

They both seemed to pause and hesitate, so Rodolfo shook his head, growing frustrated. “Whatever.” He got up and glared at Ghost until Ghost moved out of the way, storming up the stairs and out to his car. Fuck this.

-

Despite his irritation, he’d found himself thinking about the alphas constantly. 24/7 they were in his head. Neither of us want to take advantage of you. But… Rodolfo desperately wanted them to. He so badly wanted them to do nothing but take advantage of him.

The idea of it had his skin warm and made him press his legs together, but he couldn’t find himself exactly stopping thinking about it, either. It wasn’t fair. Why play with him like that if they had no intention of going through with it? What games were they playing with him?

Rodolfo didn’t know, but he didn’t want to keep playing them. He wanted them… 

That’s why he found himself driving to Price’s house at 3 in the morning, his mind set on demanding they stop playing games with them. That if they wanted him, just to take him.

When he got there, he went up to the door, knocking quietly, and being shocked when Price just opened the door, fully dressed. He looked surprised and that may have had something to do with the fact that it was pouring down rain and Rodolfo was sort of soaked from the trip up the driveway. “Rodolfo-”

“I need to speak to Alejandro and Ghost…” Rodolfo immediately said. “Please…” He knew he probably looked odd at best, pathetic at worst.

“They’re probably asleep, but I’ll see.” Price frowned and let Rodolfo into the house. “Just… Just wait here.”

Rodolfo nodded, now shivering as the AC hit him. It was mid June, it made sense they’d have the heat on, but he was soaked and cold. He watched Price go down to the basement and took the opportunity to look around.

Price didn’t seem to have many pictures up, but Rodolfo did see pictures of him with two other boys. One was dark skinned with black hair and the other was pale and blonde. Writing said their names were Kyle and Gary.

Rodolfo jumped when he heard someone speak, turning around to be met with Alejandro and Ghost. His skin darkened at the sight of both of them, since Ghost was wearing loose sweatpants that hung down around his waist and just those, while Alejandro was just in a pair of boxers. 

Neither articles of clothing left anything to the imagination and Rodolfo was suddenly unsure of himself. All of his urgency and confidence had started to wane as they stared at him. “I… I…” What had Alejandro even said? Or had Ghost been the one to speak?

Price said goodnight and then he started up the stairs, all three watching him go.

Rodolfo turned back to the alphas and hesitated, again. “I…”

“You’re soaked.” Ghost spoke, his eyes appearing to take up half of a frown, though his mask covered the bottom half of his face. “Alejandro, he’s sopping.”

Rodolfo turned dark red. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know it was raining until I was already driving over here… I… I had to see you.” He went up to them, looking up and between both of them. “I’ve come to ask you not to play games with me… I want you… Both of you… Please… You’re all that’s in my head… I know you don’t want to take advantage of me, but I am begging you to…”

Both alphas looked down at him, clearly deeply concerned. Vaguely, he worried that maybe showing up in this state was only going to drive them away. That they only wanted him because he always did his best to appear put together. But he couldn’t help it and maybe if they turned him down, he could mourn it and move on.

Finally, Alejandro touched him and Rodolfo melted, closing his eyes as Alejandro’s hand cupped his face. He was tugged and so he opened his eyes, again, following them both down to the basement before gasping as he was caught between them.

He barely got a moment to think before Ghost, who was behind him, was pulling his shirt and hoodie up and off of him and Alejandro was helping him out of his jeans. “Gorgeous…” Ghost purred into his ear before biting under it and Rodolfo gasped, reaching up and grasping at Alejandro’s arms.

Alejandro captured his mouth, holding his chin so he couldn’t escape. Ghost’s nails raked across his sides and he had to press his legs together, able to feel himself growing slick. 

However, Ghost just reached down and nudged them apart, again, softly scolding him. “Don’t, princess.”

Rodolfo’s skin flamed from the nickname and he made a displeased sound. “I’m not… I’m not a princess…” He mumbled, breaking apart from Alejandro. 

Both seemed to pause and then Alejandro shook his head. “Our apologies… What would you prefer?”

Rodolfo relaxed and melted. “I don’t know but not prince or princess… It feels like you’re calling me a brat…”

“You’re not a brat, we know that.” Ghost chuckled, before his neck was bit, again, a bit harder this time. Rodolfo hoped it would make marks, he was desperate to be marked by both of them, to have both of them own him.

Thankfully, neither tried out more nicknames, and instead he was picked up by Ghost with a fair amount of ease and he was spread out on the bed in front of Alejandro who immediately thrust his fingers inside Rodolfo, causing him to cry out.

They worked in and out of him with ease, due to how slick and open he was. He should have been embarrassed, but arousal came off both alphas in waves and so he only felt proud, instead. “You can go first, Ale, but only because I worry I might wear him out too soon if I go first.” Ghost chuckled and Rodolfo shivered at his words, looking up and watching them both look over him with dark, dangerous eyes. 

“Thank you, hermano.” Alejandro’s tone dripped with sarcasm, but he wasn’t exactly insisting Ghost go first. 

Rodolfo moaned as Alejandro’s fingers pushed deeper. “Fuck you’re so wet…” Alejandro growled and Rodolfo’s skin coated with goosebumps. “Eres hermoso…”

Rodolfo whined. “Please… Take me… I’m ready…”

“Go ahead, Alejandro.” 

“Last I checked, I didn’t need your permission, Ghost.”

Rodolfo looked up at the ceiling for a moment, irritation and impatience growing until he just took a deep breath and pulled himself up, glad to see Alejandro had discarded his boxers while Ghost had carried him. 

So, he climbed into Alejandro’s lap, lining up and sinking down before the other had a chance to question what he was doing. It was a bit of a stretch that he wasn’t expecting and perhaps he’d gotten a bit too eager, but he just put his forehead on Alejandro’s shoulder and took a deep breath. 

“Impatient.” Alejandro tsked and gently grasped Rodolfo’s hips before his scent was drowning him, making him dizzy. 

Alejandro bit over his neck and then he was rolling his hips up into Rodolfo and Rodolfo whined, digging his nails into Alejandro’s arms. “Fuck…” Rodolfo whimpered and moaned.

“Cariño…” Alejandro purred into his ear. “We should keep you… Fuck you constantly… How would that feel? You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Rodolfo couldn’t say he wouldn’t. In fact, it sounded heavenly… He cried out as Alejandro thrust into him and then he was suddenly pushed into the bed, Alejandro’s hand wrapping around his throat as he started to fuck into him.

Pleasure coursed through his entire body, shooting through him with each thrust and Alejandro’s hand cut off just enough air to cause euphoria to entangle with it until it was flooding every vein in his body with heat and need.

Alejandro cursed and grabbed his thigh, yanking him up and giving a deep angle that had Rodolfo’s mind completely blank, full of nothing but Alejandro and the desperate need to be knotted.

Alejandro did not oblige him, instead continuing to fuck deep into him while Rodolfo dug his nails into the bedsheets and tried not to make holes. It was overwhelming and too much and not enough at the same time and Rodolfo desperately wanted more. 

“Alejandro… Knot me… Please…” Rodolfo pleaded, arching his back and causing his neck to press more into Alejandro’s hand.

Alejandro cursed under his breath when Rodolfo clenched around him and Rodolfo cried, desperate to be knotted. “Please!”

Alejandro shook his head, groaning. “Fuck, can’t.” He dug his nails into Rodolfo’s thigh, cursing again.

Rodolfo cried in frustration and hit his hands on the bed, not quite understanding why Alejandro was being cruel. However, he barely got a chance to be too angry about it because then his body was tensing and he was crying out as he came.

Alejandro was quick to pull out and Rodolfo’s body trembled, disappointment coursing through him. Alejandro had had to clearly exercise a lot of restraint because he was panting and pressing his eyes shut. “Fuck you owe me for this, Ghost.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Ghost chuckled and Rodolfo finally understood as his legs were grabbed and he was yanked over, Ghost pushing in in one fluid motion. 

Rodolfo whimpered, slightly overstimulated, but Ghost didn’t stop, just moving so his forearms were braced on either side of Rodolfo’s head, though Rodolfo was eye level with his chest. “Fuck, you’re tight…” Ghost cursed and Rodolfo blushed dark red.

His thighs shook a little as he lifted his legs up to wrap them around Ghost’s waist, trying very hard not to think about the way the muscles in Ghost’s arms flexed as the angle pushed him even deeper.

“Fuck me… please…” Rodolfo pleaded, wrapping his arms around Ghost’s middle and using his legs to pull him closer. 

Ghost very quickly obliged him, moving an arm under Rodolfo and lifting his waist before starting to fuck into him. He was slow but it was just as intense, probably more so because of the sting of overstimulation, but Rodolfo was still so so slick, he could hear it with every thrust, though it was drowned out by Ghost moaning in his ear.

The sound of Ghost’s pleasure filled him with pride and he clenched around him, earning a soft curse before his neck was attacked, harshly bit to a painful extent that had him crying and lightly pushing at Ghost’s head.

Ghost, however, only thrust harder into him, presumably to shut him up because the pleasure was so intense it cut the function off and then he was making some sort of gesture and Alejandro was there, shoving fingers down his throat and making him gag a little as he tried to moan around them.

Alejandro’s hand caught and captured his wrists above his neck and Rodolfo thrashed a little as Ghost wrapped his hand around his cock, the pleasure immediately overwhelming him. He had to fight not to scream with pleasure, though Alejandro was quick to fix that problem, covering his mouth. 

Remembering Alejandro hadn’t gotten to knot him, Rodolfo fought to get a hand free before reaching blindly for Alejandro’s cock, tilting his head back so he could see and then wrapping a hand around it, stroking him in time to Ghost’s thrusts, squeezing if Ghost was a bit too harsh and hearing Alejandro curse every time he did.

“Such a thoughtful thing…” Ghost laughed, finally lifting and holding one of Rodolfo’s legs up, too tall to throw it over his shoulder. 

Rodolfo’s head rolled back in his head as Ghost continued to fuck into him and then he cried out as his thigh was harshly slapped, opening his eyes to see a very angry red mark on the inside of it. God, please fucking bruise. He hoped he was covered with Alejandro and Ghost in the morning. 

Pressure built inside of his body and he whimpered, worried about the consequences of climaxing a second time. He’d never orgasmed twice in a row before, but he wasn’t quite sure he had a choice about it as Ghost sped up his pace, cursing.

Alejandro’s grip on his wrist and his mouth tightened and so Rodolfo tightened his grasp, working hard to make sure Alejandro popped his knot at the same time as Ghost.

Ghost suddenly grabbed his hips and yanked him close, his knot swelling inside Rodolfo and filling him until he was full, making him scream into Alejandro’s hand as the sensation made him cum, his vision whiting out with pleasure. Alejandro knotted his hand shortly after, his hand gripping Rodolfo’s face so tightly he was sure it would bruise. And Rodolfo was confident his wrist would.

Both alphas panted as they came down and Rodolfo just melted into the bed, his body going slack with exhaustion. He wasn’t entirely sure he even had the ability to move, panting and then whimpering as Ghost did move, jostling him.

“Shh…” Alejandro soothed, petting his hand and then both were swiftly moving so he was laying between them, Alejandro at his back and holding him close.

Ghost nuzzled into where both had bitten into his neck and Rodolfo melted, snuggling him and melting into Alejandro. “Thank you…”

Neither alpha responded with more than a noise of acknowledgement and then the blanket was pulled over them. “Stay the rest of the night…” Ghost asked and Rodolfo just nodded. 

Alejandro nuzzled between his shoulder blades and then he was chuckling. “Which was better?”

“Alejandro!” Ghost barked and Rodolfo couldn’t help laughing softly. 

“Ghost, but only because he knotted me when I asked.” Rodolfo teased.

Alejandro whined and then huffed. “You know what, get fucked, cabrón, next time I’m just going to knot him and you can wait a little bit.”

“I never asked you to do anything else!” Ghost laughed and Rodolfo felt a growl in Alejandro’s chest. “Look, next time I’ll go first.”

“Fine.” Alejandro seemed sated by that and he nuzzled Rodolfo again. “Pretty little omega… All ours…”

“All yours…” Rodolfo confirmed and felt Alejandro grin into his back. 

Ghost moved and Rodolfo ended up being able to see his face better, unsurprised by the scarring that was there. It looked like chemical burns, covering a decent portion of his jaw, though there was a slash scar over his eye that Rodolfo didn’t understand why he hadn’t seen before.

Even still, the alpha was beautiful. Look, Alejandro was deeply attractive, but that was expected, look at him. And, Rodolfo had seen his face on their first meeting. But, he was only just now getting to see Ghost’s face and he didn’t understand why he kept it covered.

“Holy shit, you have a tattoo?”

Rodolfo’s face flamed dark at Alejandro speaking and he saw Ghost’s eyes suddenly flash open. “What??”

Rodolfo blushed more. “Yeah, I got it in high school.”

“A phoenix?”

“It meant something at the time.” Rodolfo admitted, whining when he was pushed slightly onto his stomach, Ghost lifting up and craning around him. He pulled out, his knot not deflated enough for it to be completely pleasant and Rodolfo dug his nails into Ghost’s arm as he did. He’d have to lecture the boys on carelessness.

“Holy fucking shit.” Ghost murmured and Rodolfo felt both of them touch over his back. He knew it was both because Ghost’s hands were cold, whereas Alejandro’s were warm. It was an odd contrast.

“You just became ten times more appealing, hermoso.” Rodolfo could hear Alejandro’s grin in his voice and it had Rodolfo somehow flushing darker. 

“Might have to try for another round, hmm?” Ghost teased.

Immediately, Rodolfo shook his head. “No. I can’t do another round…” He whined, whining more when both alphas laughed, before shaking his head. “Assholes.”

“You came here, desperate for us.” Ghost reminded and Rodolfo looked away, sheepish. Ghost had a point, but still.

He yawned and snuggled into both of them, moving back to his side and then hugging Ghost since he was in front of him. Alejandro moved to practically cling to his back and Rodolfo melted, closing his eyes and starting to doze off, finally.

-

Rodolfo furrowed his brows as he filed paperwork, trying not to think of how dull this was. After the night before that he’d spent with Alejandro and Ghost, he was finding it hard to focus on paperwork and Laswell talking on the phone.

She seemed to be having an argument but he didn’t care enough to listen. “They’re taunting you, John.”

Wait, maybe he did. He perked up, listening to her speak. “No, no, listen, I do care. But, it’s been four years… Why would someone suddenly pop up claiming to have them?”

Rodolfo’s mind immediately went to the picture he’d seen in Price’s house. The fact that his basement seemed to be perfectly set up for two people, too set up to just be holding two alphas while they were on trial. He pretended to work on paperwork, listening carefully. 

“No, John, don’t hang up-” she yanked the phone away from her ear and cursed loudly, throwing it on the table. “Rodolfo-”

Rodolfo looked at her, immediately, tilting his head. She hesitated and took a deep breath. Normally, she wore blockers, but she must have been really worked up because he could smell her. She was actually quite a pleasant smelling alpha, smelling like a lavender earl grey tea he’d been pressured into trying once. “Yes?”

Laswell took a deep breath and ran a hand down her face before planting her hands on the table. “Phillip Graves is taking the route we expected, but he’s hitting it hard. Alejandro and Ghost have complete motive and no alibi. Getting rid of Jessica was helpful but… it’s an almost guaranteed conviction. He… dug something up on Ghost.”

Rodolfo frowned, confused. 

“Two months after Alejandro was assaulted, Ghost confronted them and they held him down and poured acid on his face.” Laswell sighed.

Rodolfo’s stomach churned at the idea and he remembered the scarring on Ghost’s face. “That’s…”

“Fucking awful, I know.” She ran a hand down her face again and Rodolfo saw her eyes shift around the room before she took a deep breath. “On top of that, I think Graves is… pulling something with Price to distract me.”

Rodolfo shook his head. “What is it?”

Laswell hesitated and so Rodolfo sighed. “Laswell, I can’t help unless I know what it is. I need to know everything, that’s the one job you gave me. I need to know whatever can be used against us.”

“I know.” Laswell sighed and then she carefully sat in a chair, folding her arms on the table. “Price had two sons. They were adopted. However… four years ago, both went missing. They were both omegas so… the possibilities of why are endless. He never received a ransom note or anything… They were just gone. Went on a trip together and never came back.”

Rodolfo frowned, since… he couldn’t imagine. With what had happened to him when he was a young teen, and the possibility of this, he’d made the decision to never have children, unable to stomach the idea of losing them in such an awful way. “I… That’s horrible… How would Graves use that to distract you, though?”

Laswell hesitated before sighing. “Someone has… called Price and claimed to have them. Price is erratic about it. They’ve said they’ll only give them back if he pays them 3 million dollars which… he doesn’t have.”

Rodolfo made a face. “That’s abhorrent.” It was disgusting, it was vile. How dare someone do something like that. And, he’d admit, the timing lined up enough that Phillip Graves being the culprit made sense… “I’ll find something.” He promised. 

Laswell sighed. “You need to do it quickly, the last court date is in a month… Phillip Graves keeps his secrets close to his chest. He’s going to use this new discovery about Ghost for motive. And it’s a pretty fucking good one, too. The evidence is flimsy and I’m afraid we relied too much on that, because it’s still evidence. Getting rid of a key witness wasn’t enough.”

Rodolfo was afraid he agreed. No, he wouldn’t let Alejandro and Ghost go to prison… They were innocent, they didn’t deserve that. And he certainly wouldn’t let someone who would stoop so low to prey on an innocent man who just wanted his children back put them away. “Where can I start?”

“That’s the problem.” Laswell shook her head. “We have nowhere to start. Like I said, he keeps his secrets close to his chest… I have nothing on him. No ammo, no weaknesses. He’s a clean alpha, gets rid of his messes or… shoves them into locked cabinets.”

Well, it was a challenge. It was fortunate Rodolfo loved those. He loved prying people open and picking out their secrets, digging up the skeletons in their backyard. Finding them in their closets. “No one keeps anything too hidden.”

Laswell snorted. “I’m sure you could find anything you set your mind to, but I’m just hoping you find enough within a month to get rid of him. We need to nail him with every fucking thing we have or he’s going to win. The jury may be sympathetic to Alejandro and Ghost, but sympathetic doesn’t mean they’ll find them not guilty. And… Graves has yet to issue a plea deal. He’s confident.”

“I won’t let that happen.” Rodolfo laughed, because he wouldn’t. Alejandro and Ghost wouldn’t go to prison, not if he could help it. “Like I said, I’ll find something. Just… give me time.”

Laswell took a deep breath and then nodded. “Good. I trust you, Rodolfo.”

Rodolfo watched her stand then leave before immediately turning back to his laptop, abandoning the paperwork he was filing. One of the other interns in the game might find themselves hiring a PI. As it was, Laswell had one that she frequently worked with, a man by the name of Nikolai. But, Rodolfo knew better.

PIs worked for finding secrets people didn’t want to keep. They were good from a distance. And they only worked if you had a string to follow. Rodolfo didn’t have any. Yet.

No, Rodolfo knew the fastest way to find a secret from someone who liked to keep them close to their chest was to go right to the source and look yourself. So, rather than email Nik like he would for anyone else, he instead went to a different website.

And he ordered cookies.

-

Phillip Graves, despite keeping his secrets close to his chest, was known to have at least 2 vices. Well, three if you counted the alcoholism, but who the fuck wasn’t alcoholic in this economy. And… Rodolfo wasn’t quite sure how to exploit that one.

However, the first of the other two were young, beautiful omegas. That one, Rodolfo wasn’t quite sure if he could fill. Beyond just not knowing his type, he also wasn’t ready to enter that game, yet. His older sister, Liliana, was an escort with a pretty big company. And she had promised him that once he was ready to play those games, she would help him win them.

Even still, he was far from ready to play those games, and had decided to wait. Well, decide was spoken lightly, since Laswell’s wife had also threatened her with a divorce if she let Rodolfo use his body to get information. Alex and Farah didn’t seem too keen on the idea, either, even if they were alphas. Rodolfo had wanted to tell all three to get bent, since it was his body and not theirs, but he’d let it go.

Sort of. 

Anyway, for the sake of Laswell’s marriage, he’d held off. He liked Jen, anyway, since she was a kind omega who’d always been nothing but sweet to him. She had told him he’d always have a plate at her house and he could tell she was trying to be a mom to him but… he didn’t really need one of those.

His was dead. His dad was dead. He wasn’t in the mood to replace them.

Regardless of any of this, that first vice was not anything Rodolfo was trying to fulfill.

The second, however, was much easier. Phillip Graves was known to have quite the sweet tooth. Hence why his first instinct had been to order cookies. They were very expensive cookies, but he’d charged them to the business card.

This cookie place had a bit of a gimmick of fancy, new flavors, which… Rodolfo didn’t get but they’d had a “spiced chocolate dream” cookie that he’d stolen out of the box and bought another to replace when he’d gone that had been pretty fucking fantastic and he may have planned to order another if they still had it, later.

Alejandro and Ghost had been texting him frequently. Nothing much, just cute little texts saying they missed him and asking how he was. He would text them back every time, and often received cute little emojis from Alejandro, while Ghost never really gave a response back. 

They were getting to be quite the distraction, constantly in his mind, even now as he walked into Phillip Graves’ office building, right up to the secretary. “Hi!” He smiled, picking up that the other was an omega, immediately. “I’m here to see Phillip Graves.”

The other was hispanic, like him, though slightly paler and with darker hair. He smiled back when Rodolfo approached. “I’m sorry but he’s in a meeting right now.” The other omega looked so familiar, but Rodolfo had trouble placing him. 

“Oh…” Rodolfo frowned, feigning disappointment. “I’m from Kate Laswell’s office? She sent cookies…”

“Oh?” The other frowned. “Isn’t he in a case against her right now?”

“Oh, yes, but… I think she mentioned it was a peace offering? You know how this culture works.” Rodolfo waved his hand and set the cookies down on the desk, sighing. “Anything to win a case, right?”

The other made a face that said that he knew exactly how the culture worked. He was young and Rodolfo would admit, he was beautiful. From what little Rodolfo could see, he had a nice figure, and he hardly looked older than 21.

Already, Rodolfo’s mind was turning this omega over and over in his head. That first vice returned to his head and he decided there was no way Phillip Graves was not sleeping with his secretary. “I’m curious, do you go to the University?” Rodolfo asked, to gauge his age.

The other smiled. “I do! I’m in my second year.” He seemed almost eager to have someone to talk to, which was interesting since Rodolfo was working for the person Graves was in a case against. 

So around 20, likely. Rodolfo smiled and nodded. “I’m in my fourth year. I’m 22. Do you plan to go to law school after this or is it just a job?”

“Oh, definitely.” The other nodded. “Phil is going to help me find a good one!”

“Phil?” Oh he was definitely fucking this secretary. Rodolfo may jokingly call Laswell “Kate” to mess with her, but he would never call her Kate to another intern or secretary. She was Laswell to everyone she wasn’t close to. 

The other blushed bright red. “My boss, Mr Graves…” He mumbled and Rodolfo could see he was fidgeting under his desk.

“I have to admit, you look very familiar.” Rodolfo said, tilting his head. “What did you say your name was?”

“Oh, I didn’t! It’s Lucas. Lucas Vargas.” The other flushed and smiled at him. “Um, you might have a couple classes with my uncle? He’s also in his fourth year.”

Vargas. Oh that was… interesting. Look, it could be a case of a shared last name… but Rodolfo doubted it. “Your uncle? What a small age gap between uncle and nephew.”

“It’s… a long story. His name is Alejandro Vargas?” Lucas winced. “We don’t really talk anymore… Or at all.”

Rodolfo tried not to get too excited. “Do you.. Know what the case between Laswell and Graves is about?”

Lucas winced. “Does it make me look like a bad secretary if I say no? I… Haven’t seen any of the paperwork for it, nor has he told me anything about it. I know it has to be a criminal case and I think he mentioned something about two students at the university being on murder charges but… I don’t really pay attention to the news.”

That sounded like Graves was hiding it from Lucas. Obviously, it could not be. Graves could not be sleeping with Lucas, he could have just neglected to tell him that he’d picked up a case against his uncle, and Graves could be a perfectly sound alpha. But Rodolfo very much doubted it. He also doubted Lucas knew what a gold wrapped gift he was to Rodolfo. 

“When did you start working for Graves? I’m curious, I didn’t think he’d hire a secretary so young.” Rodolfo asked, leaning against the desk. He started to look over Lucas, noting a necklace that dipped under a loose white button up blouse. He could fully see a black skirt, which was… short. Not short enough that it may show anything if Lucas stood, but if he bent over, which Rodolfo knew from experience would happen often in an office, it would ride up.

This again didn’t prove anything. Lucas was a pretty omega, surely he’d want to show that off? But, it gave Rodolfo somewhere to start. 

“Oh, um… middle of my first year.” Lucas smiled. “I desperately needed a job and he gave one to me.”

“I see.” Rodolfo nodded and then smiled, again. “Interesting. I’m basically a glorified secretary for Laswell.” Not quite true, while he tended to do things a secretary did, he mostly was the one to gather information for her while she built cases. Anything he did that was secretarial was because she just wouldn’t do them and he was tired of papers being unorganized. “Does your pay take care of you?”

“Oh, more than.” Lucas laughed and brushed his hair out of his face and Rodolfo caught sight of a gold bracelet. No clasp. Or… not one that he could see.

“Oh, that’s gorgeous.” Rodolfo caught his hand and saw Lucas turn a bright red as he looked over the bracelet. No. No clasp. He’d heard of them before. They were called infinity bracelets and usually were done with couples. “Did it hurt to get done? My boyfriend and I are considering one for me.”

“Oh, no.” Lucas shook his head, looking almost flustered. “Are you um… in the lifestyle?”

Rodolfo stared dumbly at Lucas, he would admit. The… lifestyle? Wait, did Lucas mean kink? Well, Rodolfo frequented a few websites but… he wouldn’t classify himself as… in the lifestyle. “Yes,” he lied, anyway, feigning sheepishness. “It’s… a lot.”

“Oh, definitely, but I love it.” Lucas seemed to completely relax. “We don’t go to clubs or dungeons or anything… My boyfriend is rather possessive, and wants to keep me to himself. But, we do have a pretty involved lifestyle.”

Rodolfo didn’t understand what the fuck Lucas was talking about, but he filed it away in his head in case it would help him. If this mysterious boyfriend was Graves, that is. Which… he doubted it couldn’t be. Granted, he had very little evidence, but the evidence he had was incriminating. “Well… I feel like stirring the pot a little. Since he’s in a meeting, why don’t you tell Graves these were from someone else?”

Lucas flushed and then he smiled, looking almost amused. “Okay! It was really nice talking to you! We should hang out once this case is over. I don’t… really have a lot of friends.”

“Oh, definitely.” Rodolfo agreed and then wrote his phone number on a notepad. “Text me if you want to hang out. Just because our bosses are against each other, doesn’t mean we have to be.”

Lucas looked… over the moon and Rodolfo kind of felt bad, since he clearly was excited to make a friend. If… Rodolfo didn’t end up ruining his life to ruin Graves… maybe they could be friends. Well, no, not when Rodolfo had plans to keep fucking Lucas’ uncle. 

Ghost, too. 

So, he watched Lucas stand and saw that the skirt was very short. He also saw that there were lines on his thighs, though they were hard to see under the skirt. Rodolfo felt really bad, now… but, he had priorities. Sadly, an omega he’d just met was not a high one.

He watched Lucas go into a back room and moved to listen closely, first glancing to make sure no cameras were directly pointed at him. 

“Lucas, why are you back here? Oh, what are those?”

“Oh, um… Shepherd sent them over, I think. The boy who delivered them said he did.”

“Cookies? Thanks, Luca.” Graves sounded irritated, he sounded annoyed. “I’ll eat them, anyway, but just turn away anything else from him. I really don’t want peace offerings from my father.”

Rodolfo’s eyes went wide and he covered his mouth. Shepherd was a pretty high up judge. Now it made sense why Graves had never done a case where he was the judge… Oh, he was definitely filing that one away. He would save it for something petty… 

Lucas came back a moment later and smiled, sitting back down at his desk. “Anything else I can help you with?”

“Nope.” Rodolfo shook his head. “Have a nice rest of your day, Lucas. Definitely text me, I um… I don’t have many friends.” If Lucas was smart and vetted his friends, which he definitely should be, he very much doubted they would be. No one wanted to be friends with him. Not with what was attached to his name. Trauma tended to push people away. 

Maybe they found it too awkward, maybe they just thought he was a freak. But… No one wanted to be friends. And he doubted Lucas would be any different. 

“Of course! It was nice to meet you!” Lucas smiled brightly and then he turned to his computer.

So, Rodolfo turned and left, calling Nikolai when he got out to his car. 

“Rodolfo! It has been a long time.”

“Nik,” Rodolfo smiled, “it has been. Laswell has been working on petty cases lately. I have information I need you to find.”

“Rudy, you are like a son to me. You should call me for non-business things occasionally.”

Rodolfo flushed and sighed, now feeling bad again. Nik struck him as a lonely old man and… despite being an alpha, it was fairly clear his mind was not on omegas, since Rodolfo had never ever seen him show any interest in them. He and Laswell were friends and he treated Alex and Farah like his own, too, but… Well, like he’d said. He had no interest in making a new dad or mom. “I’ll try, Nik.”

“What is this information you need?”

Rodolfo took a deep breath. “We’re working against Phillip Graves. Which… I’m sure you know he’s hard to dig up secrets on.”

“He is like a steel safe. Hard to crack.”

“Exactly.” Rodolfo agreed. “But… I think I found something that… won’t be. I need you to start tailing an omega named Lucas Vargas. He’s Graves’ secretary but… I think they’re sleeping together.”

“I need your reasoning first, so I know where to start.”

Rodolfo tried very hard not to groan, but he sighed instead. “Right. Well, for one, Lucas calls him Phil. He’s his secretary. I would… never call Laswell Kate. His outfit that he works in is very revealing, he has an expensive infinity bracelet, and he mentioned being in the kink lifestyle. However, in the same sentence, he told me his boyfriend is possessive. I don’t think, if his boyfriend is possessive, he’d be okay with Lucas wearing revealing clothing around his boss. Unless…”

“His boyfriend is the boss. I see, I see. I will watch this omega… Lucas Vargas? Same last name as one of Laswell’s current clients… He’s only 20 years old, that certainly would be scandalous… I will come to you, Rodolfo, when I have more information.”

“Thank you, Nik. Really. How about we discuss it over dinner? You promised to cook for me, remember?”

“I did! I will cook you an amazing meal! You can gossip to me like young omegas do! Tell me your problems! I will listen well!”

Rodolfo laughed, softly, and he found himself softening. The alpha was sweet, Rodolfo could tell he was trying. He just felt more bad that he couldn’t fulfill a son role. For anyone. He was too damaged. “Hey, can you also look into something else for me? John Price, Laswell’s friend? He had two kids go missing and… I want to know what happened.”

“I cannot, Rodolfo. I am sorry.”

“What?? Why not??” Rodolfo frowned, confused.

“I think it is bad to spy on one’s boyfriend.”

“You’re with Price??”

“I am! I know, I know, we’re both alphas, but-”

Rodolfo laughed, softly. “I don’t care, Nik! I’m happy for you!” He was, even if that was inconvenient for him. Nik seemed lonely, Rodolfo really wanted him to have someone. “That’s okay, I will… figure out something else. Let me know when you have that information!” They both then exchanged their goodbyes before Rodolfo hung up and took a deep breath.

God, he hoped this came up with something.

-

Dressing for the “alpha gaze” was something Rodolfo still struggled with. Out in public, he could dress however he wanted. But… in the privacy of his own apartment, Rodolfo found it hard not to sexualize himself. He felt more watched in his own home than he did walking through the street.

Which is why he found himself sitting on his counter, eating and wearing nothing but boyshort panties, the type he preferred, and a large tee shirt, while looking over some files Nik had sent him. Nik had apologized for dinner not being able to accompany them but something with Price had came up and the trial was in a week, so Nik apparently hadn’t wanted to wait to give them.

Rodolfo had no doubt it had to do with the phone call Price had gotten. No matter. However, this had meant he hadn’t been able to see Alejandro and Ghost since they’d had sex and… well, he was missing the alphas. They texted him every single day, almost every other hour, and he very much appreciated it. 

Boyshort panties had been made for male omegas. Which was probably why he preferred them. They kept him covered and supported while also giving him a nice shape, he thought. His were seamless, because he hated the feelings of seams, and they weren’t patterned with flowers or anything like that. 

They were pretty similar to the boxers that alphas wore, though not like the loose ones that male alphas wore. Rodolfo didn’t enjoy them, the material was never soft enough. Call him delicate, he liked to be comfortable. 

Funnily enough, he found himself wondering what type of panties Lucas Vargas wore as he looked through pictures of Lucas locking up the office building. Nik had given him everything he’d had, which sadly included some boring pictures.

The reason why Rodolfo was wondering, however, was because that skirt was awfully short. Graves liked them young, petite. He imagined Lucas might go for something not particularly meant for male omegas. Something meant for style, not comfort. 

Something black, he decided, something with lace. Though… maybe Graves was fucked up. Maybe he liked them pale pink with stripes and a little bow on them. Or, maybe Lucas wore thongs with that too short skirt. Showed everything when he bent over.

Graves was the type of alpha to like a view. He had a gorgeous cliffside house, Rodolfo had seen it during a dinner party the year before, and it had the most beautiful view of the mountains. A massive bathroom had overlooked it and Graves had joked liking it to be the first thing he saw when he stepped out of the shower. That he was an alpha who liked a view.

He’d made a gross joke about morning wood, too, that had had many of the alphas in the room laughing and several of the omegas trying not to look uncomfortable. Rodolfo hadn’t been sure what to do. Pretend the joke made his skin crawl? Or laugh and pretend it was funny? 

Maybe that was why he liked Alejandro and Ghost so much. In their few interactions, he’d never acted. He’d never been playing a role. Well, save for that first one, when they’d met. But… the second and third interaction, he’d been genuine. That fourth one, he’d definitely been genuine. He felt… human. Odd, he’d never felt inhuman before, but he supposed he almost was. 

He was whatever he needed to be. Whatever anyone else needed him to be. 

Right now? Right now he was a lonely omega, sadly overlooking pictures while eating chinese food out of the carton. The media perfect picture of rock bottom. That’s how they always portrayed omegas at rock bottom, right? Clean but wrinkled tee shirt, just panties, but not ugly panties. Not, god forbid, granny panties. Panties you’d let someone fuck you in. Messy hair. For Rodolfo it’s a too long hairstyle overgrown from lack of a haircut. 

Smudged makeup, though Rodolfo would admit he wasn’t wearing any. Didn’t like the sensation of it on his face. Eating fatty foods out of the box, like chinese food or pizza. Rock fucking bottom.

This was, thankfully, not rock bottom for Rodolfo. Rock bottom had been waking up at 16 years old to pictures of you spread all over the internet, to your mom and dad being dead from a car crash, and your older sister informing you she’s had a miscarriage when you didn’t even know she was pregnant. Rock bottom was the bottom of a bottle of Diphenhydramine, and not enough pills because you’d forgotten to buy more. 

12 wasn’t enough to kill yourself.

Rodolfo was actually doing fairly well, right now. He loved his job and schooling was going well. And he was about to help Laswell win another court case. Why? Because he was staring right at a picture of Lucas Vargas in Phillip Graves lap. Or rather… on Phillip Graves' lap.

Considering the omega was completely naked, so was Phillip Graves, he could recognize the bedroom as Graves’ cliffside house, and Lucas had his head thrown back, his mouth open… Well, it was obvious what they were doing. 

A second picture had Lucas actually facing the camera, where Rodolfo knew a mirror was, if he was remembering the layout of the bedroom correctly, and so it was undeniable who it was. 

He also found records of Lucas’s age, stating he was 20 years old. And… proof that they were seeing each other when Lucas was freshly 18. A receipt of a dinner, in fact, and Rodolfo wasn’t quite sure he wanted to know how Nik had gotten that. But, fuck, he was going to sit and listen to Nik cook and give him advice for sure after this. 

Hell, he’d even call him Dad.

-

Getting into Graves’ office in the middle of the night was pretty easy. Since it was the middle of the summer, and Graves was there, Rodolfo had just gotten in through an open window. 

There, he’d navigated to Graves’ office, hearing him in the printer room, he assumed from the sound of a printer going in it, and the alpha was humming to country music, a genre Rodolfo loathed. He’d set himself up in Graves' chair.

Nik had made copies of every photo, so Rodolfo had brought the ones he had and put them in a file on the desk, before propping his feet up. And then he’d waited.

Funnily enough, Lucas had never texted him. Rodolfo was sure he knew why. Either Graves had told him not to or… Lucas had searched his name. Either way, Rodolfo wasn’t upset. He’d never deluded himself to think they could be friends. 

He grabbed a candy bar that was sitting on Graves’ desk and looked around his office, liking that it seemed well decorated. He was shocked Graves had a private office, being the DA and all. Hmm, he wondered if Daddy Dearest had set that up for him. Probably.

Finally, Graves came back, and Rodolfo smiled as he came into the office. “Phil!” He mocked. “You’re working late!”

Graves seemed startled and raised an eyebrow before chuckling, coming fully into the office. “Rodolfo… I have a heavy case load. Working late is what happens. You know that.”

“Oh, do I.” Rodolfo hummed, biting into the candy bar and taking a moment to chew and swallow before continuing. “How does your omega feel about you coming home so late?”

“My… omega?” Graves snorted. “You know I’m single. Relationships aren’t for me, I like to… ride it solo.” Graves was really too casual around a 22 year old omega. One might think it was inappropriate, but Rodolfo knew what it was. He was compensating. He was terrified. 

“It must be weird for him. Locking up and knowing you’ll probably be back to work. Tell me, Phil, does he get worried?”

Graves looked at him for a moment and his tone went dead neutral. Bingo. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t you?” Rodolfo nudged the file with his foot before continuing to eat the candy bar. “Go on, take them, I have copies.”

Graves seemed to almost go pale before he was coming up to the desk, opening the folder. Rodolfo had put in the most revealing ones. “That one where he’s facing the mirror is gorgeous. Boudoir level. You should get it framed. I could have the RAW emailed to you.”

Graves had gone deadly silent, looking over the pictures. He sat down in a chair across from the desk and shook his head. “I’ll lie. I’ll say it’s not him.”

“Okay.” Rodolfo shrugged and then sat up, reaching into the folder and pulling out a picture of a high school yearbook which had a picture of Lucas on the cheerleading team. “He’s a dead ringer, don’t you think? You know, I think it’s more weird that you happen to be fucking an omega that looks exactly like your secretary. Or… that you hired a secretary that looks exactly like your omega.”

Graves put the folder down and then shook his head. “God, you’re fucking evil. You would do that?”

“Ruin your life? Oh, completely.” Rodolfo leaned back and put his feet back up on the desk. He liked this act he was putting on. It was fun. Careless. 

“So what? I’m fucking my secretary. Big deal.” Graves shook his head. “It won’t be a shocking scandal. I’m known as a playboy, even at 39. I’ll get a slap on the wrist.”

“Mhm.” Rodolfo nodded, agreeing. “Might make Dad look bad when I reveal Judge Shepherd is your father but… you’re right. What’s the worst that can happen? Hmm… Except, Lucas is 20. You’re 39. And I have evidence that you were sleeping together when he was freshly 18. I know this doesn’t break the law but um… Your reputation will be in the fucking sewer.”

Graves watched him speak and then he shook his head. “You’d do that to another omega? You’d ruin his life?”

“I’m ruining yours. Lucas is collateral damage.” Rodolfo shrugged, finishing the candy bar and tossing the wrapper in the little trash can beside the desk. “Does Lucas empty it?” He gestured.

Graves blinked and then looked at the trash can before sighing. “Yes. It’s part of his duties.”

“I bet he doesn’t crouch to do it, either. It’s the perfect distance away, I bet he makes a long show of bending over and pulling the bag out.” Rodolfo taunted, watching Graves’ face go red and then turn to an expression of anger. 

“He was 18 when we started to sleep together.”

“I know that. You know that.” Rodolfo acknowledged. “I’m sure any smart person who looks at the pictures will be able to put that together but… will they?”

Graves looked away from him. “I’ll… go for minimum, only. They can go for an Alford guilty plea, maintain their innocence.”

“No. That’s not good enough.” Rodolfo snorted, knowing he didn’t have to settle for that. “Thirty years is too many. I want you to drop the charges for a lack of evidence. They will plead not guilty.”

Graves stared at him. “All of this, for two alphas? You ruined Jessica Whitney’s life. She lost her scholarship for lying on the stand. You’d ruin mine if I kept with the charges. You’d ruin Lucas’s.”

“First, I’d ruin your life for a good dinner.” Rodolfo smiled, though that wasn’t true. Rodolfo didn’t like frivolously ruining lives but… For Alejandro and Ghost? Anything. “Jessica Whitney ruined her own life by lying on the stand. And Lucas is, again, collateral damage. Technically, you’re ruining his life. Don’t sleep with a freshly 18 year old, next time, I don’t know what else to tell you.”

Graves shook his head. “You can’t genuinely believe they’re innocent.” 

Rodolfo looked at him and then he shrugged. “I do.”

“They’re not.”

Rodolfo met Graves’ eyes, fully, and then he smiled. “I choose to believe they are.” It had crossed his mind that they were guilty but… that frat deserved what they got. It sounded like they bred evil. “It doesn’t matter if they are or not. Because you will drop the charges.”

Graves shook his head. “One day, you’re going to wake up, and you’ll see the world isn’t all sunshine and rainbows-”

“Cut the speech.” Rodolfo snapped. “Look up my name, pendejo. Google me. Look at the pictures that pop up when you use incognito mode. Look at everything attached to my name… I know the world isn’t sunshine and rainbows. Besides, you just called me evil. Pick one.”

Graves frowned and looked at him before shaking his head, again. “I’ll drop the charges. Tomorrow.”

Rodolfo smiled and then folded his hands across his stomach. “Perfect. I’m glad we came to this agreement.” He pulled his feet off of the desk and then he stood. “I’ll see myself out. I’ll use the front door. You can keep the pictures, I really think you should get that one framed. Oh, one more thing, using an alpha’s missing kids to distract someone else is fucking sick.”

Graves seemed confused. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“John Price. You taunted him with his two missing children to distract Laswell.” Rodolfo turned to look at Graves, again, frowning. “That’s more than evil.”

“No the fuck I didn’t. I didn’t even know he had missing kids.” Graves furrowed his brows. “I’d met his two sons Kyle and Gary a while back but… I didn’t know they were missing. That… explains a lot, actually.”

Rodolfo frowned and then furrowed his brows. If… Graves hadn’t… who had? What sick bastard would do that? If he believed Graves. Regardless, he didn’t feel like threatening him for the truth, so he started to leave again, sighing when he was stopped. “Wait, Rodolfo. You ever consider working for someone new? I don’t think I want to end up on the opposite side of you, ever again.”

Rodolfo blinked and turned to look at Graves. “Is that a job offer?”

“Yeah, I think it is.” Graves chuckled. 

Rodolfo laughed, softly, at the absurdity of that. “No. I like Laswell too much and… you can’t afford me, Phillip Graves. Unlike others, I don’t take payment in knot.”

Graves rolled his eyes, clearly unhappy with that last statement. Rodolfo would admit that he may have been just trying to piss him off at that point. “Name your price. I’m sure whatever it is, I can pay it.”

Rodolfo looked at him and considered for a moment before smiling.

“Revenge.”

-

Alejandro and Ghost moved in once the charges were dropped. Rodolfo had had a small worry that it would turn into a case that once they were in, they’d be horrible and Rodolfo would grow to hate them, but the only problem that had ended up arising was that they had a lot of sex.

After he’d heard Laswell confront them, Rodolfo had gone straight to her and confronted her in return.

“I don’t care if they’re innocent or not.”

“What?”

“I don’t care, Laswell. They make me happy.”

“I don’t understand-”

“Yes you do, I heard you talking to them. I am asking you to not interfere in my love life.”

“Rodolfo… I want what’s best for you…”

“I know. I understand that. But… Please, Laswell. You know I feel like I have to act around everyone, even you. But I don’t feel like that around them… I feel like… I feel whole. I feel… like a person, again. Please don’t take that away from me.”

“Rodolfo… Are you sure?”

“More than. More sure than I’ve ever been. I love them, I’m desperate for them. Please don’t take them away. Promise me. Promise me you won’t take them away.”

“I won’t, Rodolfo.”

“Promise.”

“I promise.”

So, Rodolfo had settled in to being between them. As it was, despite being potential murderers, they weren’t toxic. Sort of. They weren’t, any more than Rodolfo could be. 

Yes, they were possessive, but the blame of other alpha’s eyes never fell on Rodolfo, it fell on the alphas. Rodolfo was never confronted, never asked to stop wearing something… No, the alpha was simply told to stop looking. 

They were quick to anger, but never at Rodolfo. If they did get angry at him, they would leave the room, find somewhere to calm down, and then they would come back, later, calm and collected, and things would move on. They’d be fine, again. 

And, strangely, they’d started to pick up on when Rodolfo was putting on an act. Ghost had called them “masks”. Playful, nervous, confident, irritated… Every single role he put himself into, both of them had picked up on them, and when he did it around them, they’d found ways of pulling the masks down, of bringing Rodolfo back to himself…

He needed them. He needed them more than he needed air. He was desperate not to lose them, to lose the only tether he had to himself.

He had picked up on other things. While they would give oral, neither would accept it, and Rodolfo had the feeling it had to do with his trauma. And… he didn’t mind. It triggered him, he knew that, and they didn’t expect him to give in and give it anyway. They didn’t take pictures with him unless he said they could, they only ever posted them if he said they could. Ghost didn’t take many pictures to begin with, though. 

So… Rodolfo settled in to move on to the next case, hoping that it was far away from anything that could pull them apart.

-

“Rodolfo, our next… project won’t be an actual court case but it’s going to be tough as hell.” Laswell spoke as soon as she came in and dropped a file on the table. 

Rodolfo blinked and then furrowed his brows, frowning. “What do you mean?”

Laswell sighed and shook her head. “I have… reason to suspect that the person taunting Price is Judge Shepherd. But I don’t know why. He has no MO, no reason to do so. He’d have nothing to gain, he doesn’t need 3 million dollars. We’re not taking any cases until this is over and you don’t start classes until August.”

Rodolfo looked at the file and then he furrowed his brows. “What’s the goal here? Get them back? They’re probably dead.”

“I know that, but… Rodolfo, John Price is my closest friend. We are like siblings… He is… destroyed over this. Nik can’t comfort him. We had only just gotten him to move on, I don’t-” She seemed to get emotional, which was a little disturbing if Rodolfo was honest.

“Alright.” Rodolfo sighed. “Alright… We need somewhere to start… I guess the first place would be… Well…” He hesitated before groaning softly. “Graves.”

“Graves?” Laswell looked surprised and then sat down. “Why?”

“Well, while I was looking for a way to make him drop the charges, I… I discovered that he’s Shepherd’s son. I did some digging, he has his mother’s maiden name, and they’re estranged. I had Lucas, the secretary he’s fucking, say the cookies were from someone else and he said they were from Shepherd. Graves said to throw them out if he sent more, because he didn’t want peace offerings from his father. I don’t think they have a good relationship.” Rodolfo folded his hands on the table and crossed his legs. “I may have an in with that secretary… Well… Graves also offered me a job. Said he didn’t want to be on the opposite side as me, ever again.”

Laswell blinked. “That is… a lot of information. First… I think you’re right, I think, if Shepherd is Graves’ father… Graves would be the place to start. Second, a job? You consider accepting it?”

Rodolfo laughed. “No. I’d rather skin myself alive than work with him.”

Laswell laughed in return and shook her head. “That’s fair… I thought I’d ask, anyway.”

Rodolfo scrunched his face and then he considered before sighing. “You’re not gonna like this but… maybe I should handle this alone. You’re really close to the situation and I worry that if you try to work it, if anything goes wrong or… things happen, you’ll get distracted or frustrated and-”

“You’re right.” Laswell’s shoulders dropped and she shook her head. “I… I am too close to the situation. I need to, instead, focus my efforts on helping John get through this. Are you going to be able to do this, alone, though?”

Rodolfo considered, again. “I could have Alejandro and Ghost help me. I’m not sure there’s much they can do, but there’s likely something they could do?”

Laswell didn’t look like she liked that idea but she sighed. “At the very least, if it throws you somewhere dangerous, they can protect you… Alright, fine. But, Rodolfo, if you need my help, please ask for it. Don’t get yourself in trouble and refuse to let someone pull you out.”

Rodolfo winced but nodded. “I promise I will.” Then, he pulled out his laptop, emailing Graves to try to meet up.

-

Alejandro and Ghost both looked at him, their expressions confused. “Kyle and Gary are dead, I thought.” Ghost furrowed his brows. “You’re saying someone is taunting Price with them?”

“Yes.” Rodolfo nodded. “I doubt whoever it is seriously has them but… Regardless if they do, someone is saying they do.”

“No wonder Price was so upset the last few weeks we were there…” Alejandro furrowed his brows. “And you want us to help?”

“It would be nice.” Rodolfo smiled, relaxing as Alejandro moved behind him, hugging him. Rodolfo leaned back into him and closed his eyes. He loved every time they touched him, finding himself almost completely addicted to them. “Laswell doesn’t want me doing this completely alone.”

“Well…” Ghost shrugged. “What can we help with?”

“I’m talking to Graves, tomorrow. Laswell suspects that whoever is taunting Price is Shepherd and Graves has a connection to him. And… I have reason to believe Graves will give him up if he is.” Rodolfo answered. “Meanwhile, I need one of you to research him and another to go to a job interview. He’s hiring for interns. I’ve built a fake profile, you just need to follow it.” 

Rodolfo leaned over, ignoring the way Alejandro whined and followed him, picking up a file. Alejandro snatched it out of his hands. “I’ll do that.” Alejandro chuckled. “I’m more charismatic, Ghost hates talking to people.”

“I want to be mad, but it’s true.” Ghost crossed his arms. “I don’t know about more charismatic, though. Regardless, I’m fairly decent at finding information. Maybe not as good as Rodolfo,” Rodolfo flushed, but he continued, “but I think I could manage. Actually, I’m better at getting people to give UP information.”

Rodolfo relaxed and nodded. “Good. Tomorrow, I will have lunch with Graves and you two will do these things. Then, we’ll reconvene tomorrow night and see where to go from there.”

“Reconvene?” Alejandro’s voice was heavy with suggestion, his breath close to the skin of his neck. Rodolfo shivered as Alejandro’s breath hit his neck, moving to grasp Alejandro’s arms. 

Rodolfo shook his head. “I’m worried that if you two had your way, I’d never be able to walk…” He looked up, seeing Ghost’s eyes had darkened, watching them. It sent a dark need coursing through his body and he couldn’t help shivering softly, especially as Alejandro’s fingers trailed up his sides, pulling the oversized teeshirt he was wearing with them.

“Oh but wouldn’t it be fun, mi cariño?” Alejandro purred into his ear and Rodolfo made a soft noise, pressing his legs together to hopefully keep the smell of the slick that was quickly gathering out of the air. “Never wanting for anything because we would take care of it for you… Being covered in our marks and scent…”

Oh, it sounded heavenly… Another shiver went through Rodolfo’s body as his shirt was pulled completely off and then Ghost was suddenly over to them, tilting his head up and claiming his mouth with his own. 

He was picked up by Ghost and his legs moved to wrap around his waist, Alejandro kissing over his shoulders and then down his back before he felt them being moved and he was being dropped on the couch, suddenly.

He helped them slide his panties down and off before his legs were pushed up and Alejandro’s head was between his legs, lapping at his slick. He whined with pleasure, cut off by Ghost kissing him again. Ghost’s hand felt over his body, grasping at the soft bits on his torso.

Rodolfo’s hand found Alejandro’s hair, grasping slightly and shoving his face deeper, gasping as Alejandro chuckled into him, though he kept going. His tongue worked inside Rodolfo, lapping at his insides and pushing warmth through Rodolfo’s body.

Ghost moved from his mouth down to his neck, biting harshly. Rodolfo whimpered and grabbed Ghost’s arm with his other hand, squeezing his thighs around Alejandro’s head and jolting when that earned him a slap on one of them, quickly pulling his legs back open again.

“Don’t crush his head.” Ghost chuckled and Rodolfo glanced down, meeting amused eyes from Alejandro.

Rodolfo wasn’t even sure he had the thigh strength to manage that, but he heeded the warning all the same, letting his head fall back and instead grinding against Alejandro’s face. “Fuck, Ale…” Rodolfo whimpered as Alejandro’s tongue somehow worked impossibly deep inside him.

Fingers pressed inside him a moment later, only adding to the pleasure and causing his hips to bow off the couch. He turned and buried his face in Ghost’s chest when Ghost wrapped his hand around his cock and started to stroke him. Ghost cradled him close, though Alejandro kept him open to him. “Sh, my love… We’ve got you…”

The gravel in Ghost’s voice did horrid things to Rodolfo’s body, and he came completely unwarned, digging his nails into whatever he was grasping with either hand and whimpering as wave after wave went through his body. When he was done, Alejandro moved away and Rodolfo was wrapped up in Ghost’s arms, allowed to curl up and recover while Ghost stroked his hair, carefully.

Eventually, Alejandro joined him and then both of their scents were flooding his senses, causing him to melt. “I wouldn’t mind being between you two forever…”

“Good, because we plan to keep you, forever.” Alejandro chuckled. “You’re too pretty to let anyone else have you…”

Rodolfo felt his skin go dark red and he shook his head. “Flattery is a second language to you.”

“Technically it would be my third, but you’re right. It’s all true, though.” Alejandro gently kissed over his shoulder and Rodolfo moved to snuggle more into Ghost, yawning.

“Take a nap,” Ghost murmured, his lips pressing gently against Rodolfo’s forehead. “Or, it’s 10, go to sleep.”

Rodolfo wasn’t sure he minded that, yawning again. “Okay…” He reached up and grasped at Ghost’s shirt, shimmying to get more comfortable before he started to doze off.

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In case you guys are wondering why these are so long, lately, is I have a lot of ideas and I don't want to keep getting stuck waiting for asks for PT5 or 6 of a thing, so I'm just doing this instead. Grace and Patience's PT2 will probably also be long as fuck, too, and the PT2 for this one will likely also be long.

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