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gatorbites-imagines · 2 months

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Can I request for how Alejandro and Rudy would act in a poly relationship with male reader when reader is sick/hurt? I'd love to see some doting latinos 🥺

Alejandro Vargas x Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra x male reader

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Surprise surprise classes are still exhausting, but I try to keep going.

Why decide between sick or hurt, when you could be both, for extra doting.

You weren’t the type to get sick often, you were even less likely to get hurt during missions, so it must have been some kind of divine intervention that ended up with you being both.

It had started out as a bit of a sniffle and feeling a bit more under the weather than usual, but it wasn’t anything you saw as in need of attention. Then you, Alejandro and Rudy had been called off on a mission, where whatever bug you had decided to wreak havoc.

Before you knew it, you were hurt enough to need to be dragged back to the vehicle, and Alejandro had to keep you awake as Rudy floored it back to whatever safehouse you guys were staying in.

You couldn’t really remember much between that time and waking up back on base in medical, wounds stitched up and wrapped in bandages, still feeling like a sick dog even with your system full of whatever antibiotics the medics poured in you.

Both your lovers were worried, how could they not. It also results in you getting an, albeit loving, scolding, for not sharing the fact that you were sick. Neither of them will accept you saying it wasn’t that bad before the mission.

They also try to stay be your side, even if they have to take shifts, until you are ready to leave medical. You can only lay there with your arms crossed, as Alejandro discusses with the medical staff on how to take care of you best, with Rudy rubbing at your ankles to help you relax.

When you are good to go, you quickly find yourself whisked away to your guy’s shared room. Normally they’d have liked to go on leave, but since its just you that got hurt and its not fatal, and they are both such high ranks, that just isn’t possible.

So, staying in your guys’ shared room is the next best thing. Neither of them accepts your grumbling as you get shoved into bed and wrapped in way too many blankets, both of them mumbling about you not taking care of yourself.

It’s not that you don’t love them, you do, so much. They can just be a little… much at times, when you get hurt. Like I said before, one of them always like to be with you, in case you suddenly get too sick to breathe, or something, you aren’t sure.

The massages Rudy likes to give aren’t too bad though, your muscles haven’t felt that relaxed in a while. It also feels greater than normal since your sick, and your entire body just seems to be rebelling.

Alejandro always brings something for you to drink or eat, even if he’s just checking in for a minute or two. He also pulls out all the remedies he grew up with that always work for him and Rudy. Some of them can be different from what you are used too, but since it makes him happy you go along with it.

When you comment about you getting them sick by them always sticking so close, Alejandro snorts and claims he doesn’t get sick, whilst Rudy just laughs a little and says it’s not gonna happen.

How are they so sure? You have no idea, but they’re so sure of themselves you can’t not believe them.

The being sick part is where they are the most casual, apart from making sure you take all your medicine and don’t put too much strain on yourself. Its when it comes to your stitches and whatever other wounds you got that they focus very hard.

Alejandro is always expertly changing bandages and checking for infections, carefully touching around the wounded area to make sure it isn’t hot or red. You almost smacked him the first time he touched the area, still feeling way too sore for all his worrying.

Rudy will make sure you don’t do things that would hinder the healing process of the wounds, even if it means he has to grab your things for you and carry them around, your lover looking a little too pleased with himself when you half-heartedly complain about it.

When its healed enough to scar and you can move more, they’d both be doting in helping you build up your stamina again, going through the basics with you to get you up to the level you were before.

And if they use less… by the book methods to get your stamina up, then it’s personal between you three. It does get a little on your nerves at times, since they both seem too aware of pushing you too far, in case it causes you pain.

You love them with all your heart, and you always end up being just as much of a worry wart, but it can be a lot at times. Especially since you guys have the job you have, where you three always get hurt.

You have of course learned to live with their doting a long time ago. That’s not gonna stop you from grumbling about it, never meaning anything by it, its just your dynamic.

All their extra kissing and lingering touches helps make it less boring and stifling too, not that you would admit it.

Both Alejandro and Rudy knew this though, that’s why they always make sure their kisses linger a little longer, since it helps keep you wrapped in blankets and relaxing for longer.

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ivonhart · 1 year

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

— one shot

cross posted on ao3

gif credit: @collinnmckinley

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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starstruckmiraclekitty · 1 year

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

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

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

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Simon Ghost Riley-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

John Price-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Johnny Soap MacTavish-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kyle Gaz Garrick-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Alejandro-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Roldolfo-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

König-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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gothicflowers · 1 month

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

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

ALEX KELLER JOHN PRICE RUDY PARRA

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

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

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

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

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

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lxvvie · 6 months

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Your lover who makes themselves home between your legs.

Sucking. Kissing. Caressing. Loving on you.

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

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

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

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foap-enjoyer · 7 months

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After Graves betrayal

Rudy, driving to the safehouse: This is so fucking stupid Rudy, after the car breaks down and he has to walk: This is even more stupid Rudy, when it starts to rain: CAN YOU CUT ME SOME SLACK??!!!???!! Rudy, after falling face first into mud: OH COME ON Rudy, after getting to the safehouse to discover no one else made it: 🤨 ≤))≥ _| \_

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thekeystothebasement · 1 year

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Out of 141 + Alejandro, Rudy, and könig who do u think would be chronic pussy slappers ❤️‍🩹 I feel like ghost definitely does it at least a couple times to see the look on ur face or cause he likes to see u cry 🫶

A/n: So sorry it took me so long to get your request out! I kept overthinking and was worried it wouldn't meet your expectations. Let me know how I did!

Rudy and Gaz aren't chronic pussy slappers but more like pussy praisers. Why would they want to hit your pretty puffy pussy when they can shower it in love with their mouth? They mutter praises about your cunt. Soft gentle kisses that leave you writhing and whining. Love it when you lock your legs around them, it just pulls them closer to your wet pussy.

Soap is a mix of a pussy slapper and a pussy praiser. He loves to slap your cunt but he also loves the taste of you against his lips. Loves it when you cry from his rough hands slapping your wet folds but loves the sound of your whines and gasps when his tongue is licking at your folds. He can't decide which one he likes more so he alternates between the two.

Ghost, Alejandro, Konig, and Price are pussy slappers for different reasons.

Ghost is a chronic pussy slapper. No matter the mood, he's gonna slap it and you're gonna have to deal with it. Definitely loves the look on your face when he slaps your cunt, he likes the way your body shudders and twitches and the way you whimper and cry if he slaps it a little too hard. He loves the sound his palm makes against your wet pussy.

Alejandro would slap your pussy when he's fucking you out of jealousy. You'd be tied up to the bed and beg him to fuck you but he's not letting you go that easy, especially when you wear the shortest skirts around his men. He knows you love the attention. He'd only slap your pussy over and over. Each blow to your aching pussy only gets you wetter and wetter. Loves it when your cunt forms a pretty red from being abused. He'll start fucking you only when you've cummed from his slaps to your poor aching pussy.

Konig slaps your pussy when he gets too excited and lost in the moment, which is basically every time you both go at it. The first time he slapped your pussy, you squirted instantly on impact. He didn't even mean to intentionally slap you, it just happened. You were squirming in his hold and he raised his palm and smacked your cunt. He loves the sound when his palm connects to your soaking cunt. His blows against your cunt become more frequent when you are nearing your high, hoping he can see you squirt again.

Price slaps your pussy as punishment for being a brat. You loved to tease him in front of his men, calling him daddy, and begging for his attention. When he has had enough of your teasing, he would drag you by your arm and lead you away far from the others. He'd pull out a chair and sit on and look at you with a raised eyebrow.

"What are you waiting for? You know what to do."

You'd strip yourself out of your pants and underwear and lay on his lap with your pussy facing him. His fingers would gently graze against your skin until his hand smacks your pussy, initiating the beginning of your punishment. He'd make you count each time he'd land a blow on your pussy. Tears will be streaming down your face as you pleaded to Price that you will behave. He'd restart your punishment each time you lose count. With each blow to your aching pussy he'll call you names and degrades you. He'd stop once your cunt is a nice red and when he decided you've done enough begging.

A/n: If you’ve requested something just know it might take a bit of time for me to get to it. Thanks for your support and love!!! ❤️

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hunterbunter3000 · 1 year

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Thinking about a fake dating scenario like say Sweets family is always bothering her about not dating anyone and she lies and says “actually I am seeing someone!” But then they ask to meet the person so now she has to find someone ti be her fake date. I would imagine the boys would be fighting each other for a chance to do that.

I know this is super random haha I’m just talking to talk at this point.

YES! AND RANDOM IS GOOD 👏👏 talk the talk and walk the walk babes! Any ideas you have SPEAK ON IT!!! 💓

But omg you're right, they would

Sweetheart walked in the living room, where the team was sitting on the couch drinking beers. She was talking on the phone as she walked past them to the kitchen, not even noticing the boys.

And she's talking to her mom about her love life. Saying "Yes ma! I will bring him this time!" And "You can tell Danni to shut the hell up cause he is real". And then she says love you and hangs up the phone.

Sweetheart, looking at everybody:

The boys looking at her:

Sweetheart: Okay who wants to be my boyfriend for the day

then they all say M E

And all hell breaks loose 💀💀

Soap: What tae FUCK do y'mean 'mE', Ghost?

Ghost: the fuck do YOU mean 'mEaH', Mactavish?

Soap: I SAID ME

Ghost: nah see-- you did it again. 'MeAh'. It's two letters.

Soap: AH WULL PUMPIN' BREAK YE YAH BRITISH CRUMPET

Sweetheart: uhm, guys?

Gaz: Bitch don't even try

Horangi: And why should I listen to you?

Gaz: You get a nose bleed everytime Sweets hugs you.

Horangi: WHAT?? HOW DO-- HOW CAN YOU EVEN SEE THAT I WEAR A MASK

Gaz: it drips under it, bruv. And I don't think her parents want to witness an extremely touched starved man get an aneurysm everytime their daughter touches him.

Sweetheart: GOOD LORD GAZ--

Horangi: OH YOU THINK YOU'RE SO MUCH BETTER? YOU CRY EVERYTIME SWEETHEART TELLS YOU A GOOD JOB

Gaz: YO I DO NOT-

Ghost: He cries when Capitan says it too.

Horangi: THAT TOO

Gaz: GHOST STAY THE FUCK OUT OF THIS

Price: You cry when I tell you good job?

Sweetheart, kinda touched but concerned: And you cry when I say it too?

Gaz: UHM- SIR I-- WELL SWEETS YOU-- FUCK

Krueger: Ignoring the emotionally unstable man--

Gaz: HEY

Krueger: You should take me, Kleine Göttin.

König: Don't, Sweets. You'll never return if you do

Krueger: König what the fuck

Krueger: You can't even talk your way into getting gas at a gas station, you think her parents want to see you freeze like a tortoise having sex when they talk to you?

König: AT LEAST I DONT SNIFF ANY SEATS SWEETHEART WAS IN

Krueger: THAT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS

König: IT HAS E V E R Y T H I N G TO DO WITH THIS

Sweetheart: Krueger-- YOU DO WHAT

Ghost: He also sniffs your hair

Sweetheart: You do that too, Ghost

Ghost, stares at Krueger: Not while you're sleeping.

Sweetheart: KRUEGER????

Krueger: GHOST SHUT THE FUCK U P

Alejandro: Please don't take Krueger, mama. He would end up in prison

Krueger: (angry German words)

Alejandro: You can take me! They'll love my charm.

Price: What, so you can flirt your way out of personal questions they'll most definitely ask you?

Ghost: Especially with that five-palm forehead you got

Alejandro: CÁLLATE LA BOCA DECORACIÓN DE HALLOWEEN

Rudy: Price, you have no say in this matter. You can practically be her father's golfing buddy.

Sweetheart: uhm, my dad doesn't golf--

Price: I'm 37 you fucking Muppet

Sweetheart: nevermind.

Rudy, surprised: Really?? Damn I didn't know that! You just looked like one of Super Mario's long lost cousins to me because of the janitor mustache you have on your old body

Price: Mother fucker--

Ghost: I don't think you would do well either when you look like a human gopher

Rudy: GHOST WHERE DO YOU KEEP COMING FROM

Alex: ROACH OW STOP HITTING MY FACE

Roach on Alex's shoulders:😠 pap-pap-pap-pap-pap-pap (like a fucking cat)

Sweetheart, rubbing her temples: Oh my fucking GOD- I'LL JUST CHOOSE MYSELF THIS IS TAKING TOO LONG AND GAZ LOOKS LIKE HES ABOUT TO CRY

Gaz, tearing up: I AM NOT

Soap: Me!

Horangi: It's me!

Graves, picking his nails:

Graves: It's probably not me.

Keegan: Uh... If it's no trouble, you can take me. I have to give your brother his game boy back anyway

Everyone looking at Keegan:

Soap: w u t

She takes Keegan.

(He honestly had a good time! Yes, he did start a fire with her siblings accidentally but other than that her parents loved him. Sweetheart sent pictures to everyone and omg they were so SALTY SAD AND JEALOUS. Ghost kinda smiled at a picture with Sweetheart and Keegan together, Keegan's face without the mask and grease paint wearing a nervous but kind smile. He looks happy. The others don't but they'll get over it someday💀💀)

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blingblong55 · 7 months

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Luck charm-Rodolfo Parra NSFW

A/N: Is anyone taking Christmas asks? Because this is mine, that fat red man better have him under the tree

Based on a request:

Hi! How about Dad’s best friend request with Rudy? --- F!Reader, smut, MDNI, 18+, unprotected!sex, gentle!sex, age gap, oral!sex, some after care, dbf!Rudy ---

A/N: I know my baby boy loves gentle sex, can't tell me he doesn't, it's already written in my brain.

Rudy was introduced by your father at the age of 19, he was working on a mission and needed the help of your father. He was always invited to dinners, celebrations and now your welcome back party. After being away for some research, you saw him. More muscles, that charming smile of his, the voice, the same gentleman mannerisms and that stare he gave you. Now at age 24 and he at age 39, things can be looked at differently.

The little shoulder rub he gave you to persuade your dad or you into going on the late-night mountain drives, the smirk he had when you placed your hands on his chest after losing a game, the banter and the comments he made when you wore a certain dress to a date. Maybe that was his way of making sure you were ready to be his someday. Maybe he needed to, in some way, let your father know his little girl was in good hands.

When you hugged him, nothing but friendly, his hand slipped to your waist and it felt as if it belonged there. His cologne, the smell of tobacco and vanilla, what a delight. "Hola, mi amor," he always called you that. His love, ever since you could remember. After dinner, your parents went on their nightly walk, you and he stayed playing some game and then he placed his hand on your thigh. "You look beautiful, hope it's not for the boyfriend," signature smirk on. "What if it is?" Your brow raised, a playful smirk on. "What if I don't let him see you like this?" Voice smooth.

"What will you do about it then?" Your gaze on his and that's when he kissed you. You didn't hesitate, saw it coming. He brings his hands to your body, wrapping them like you already belonged to him. The kiss was intense, so much so, you began to unbutton his shirt off. "Are you sure, mi amor?" He whispers and you nod. "I'm sure, definitely sure." And with that answer, he kisses your neck. Lifts the skirt up and buries his hands deep in your thighs. "Rudy," your lips say.

"Shhh, mi amor. Lift your arms," his hand removing your shirt. Thick fingers undo the clasps of your bra. He smirks once it comes off. Tongue on your nipples, licking and kissing them. You moan and before you know it, his shirt comes off. Then you see it on his dog tags, the charm you gave him on his birthday all those years ago. He knows you saw it, knows it all too well. "Oh mi amor," he coos and kisses your forehead. "Anytime I wore it, I got out safe from all those dangerous missions." He brings it to your lips, "Kiss it, mi amor." And you do.

Before you know it, his lips kiss all down to your panties, moving them to the side and chuckling. "Look at you, already so wet for me," tongue lapping your cunt. He wants to drown in your juices. Your hands on his hair, pushsing him furhter in, he groans. A finger circling your tight pussy, fingers thrusting you open for him. One, two and now three fingers, pumping deep inside of you. You moan his name, only for him to reward it with more kisses to your cunt. Sucking and kissing it like it was his religion. Your body the temple which he worships.

Once he knew you were ready, his already hard cock plays with your entrance. Smack it a few times until you whimper and buck your hips. He bends and kisses your forehead, "Tell me you want it," he whispers. "I want it, I want you," Your lips and his connecting, his fat cock thrusting into your tight cunt. He moans, the pleasure of making you his and now is in you, what a paradise you created for a man of little faith. Your hands on him, hips held by your legs. His hand caresses your face whilst the other holds you close.

The sofa shook from the movements, his dog tags hanging from his neck with the charm. And then you kiss them again, and he kisses your forehead. "My luck charm," he plants kisses all over your face. You look up at him, eyes shut in a moment as his thrusts become animalistic, you getting rewarded in kisses and whispered sweet nothings. "Don't, please don't cry, mi amor," he kisses the tears that fall from your precious eyes. "You're so...b-big," you look at him, trying to take all of his size. "I know, mi amor, I know, but you can take it. You're a good girl, a strong one too," lips once more on yours, trying to distract the pain of his much larger size.

His thrusts soon are slow, "Can I cum inside of you?" he asks so softly. You nod and he smiles like he had the privilege of owning the heaven your cunt is. "R/N, mi amor~" he moans. Cum filling you full to the brim. Some spills out, he pulls out, your cunt aching and he sits on the sofa, pats his thigh and you go to sit with him. He holds the glass of water to your lips, "Drink mi amor, you must be so tired," he kisses your forehead. His calloused hands rubbing your back, "Oh, my niña, are you cold?" The blanket your mum always had around now covering you and him. He hums out a song, kissing your forehead every other second.

Luck charm, the girl he loved since he met her. The girl he moaned the name of, the same name he would fight hell for to come and have dinner with her parents for. The pink panties he stole that he smelt to wank off to. The girl who is now his religion, temple and cum slut.

A/N: what..I said he was gentle, not that he wasn't a pantie thief or a bit of a perv, anyway, he's my baby boy now

Tags: @bi-witch-bxtch @kit-kats06 @alxexhearts @sweatymusichideout @ghostslittlegf

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gatorbites-imagines · 1 year

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Yo, if you’re okay with it, could I req headcanons for Alejandro and Rudy with a mute s/o?

Alejandro Vargas and Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra

Headcanons

I wrote this during class lmao.

Alejandro Vargas

I like to believe that Alejandro at least knows the basics of sign, so he is able to communicate with you that way. He’d have to learn more than just the very basics to be able to have a deeper conversation with you.

In the beginning he would communicate with writing or symbols, because he truly does want to talk to you. There might be some confusion if you aren’t a native Spanish speaker and speak Spanish sign language, but a different sign language.

After he’s learned it though, he makes sure to always pay attention incase you have something to say, since mute people can end up being forgotten in conversations.

All in all, Alejandro doesn’t mind you being mute whatsoever, it just means he has to find a different way for you guys to communicate. He can still talk himself, so still expect his loving comments, but also expect a lot of physical affection.

Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra

Rudy knows more sign than Alejandro does when you guys meet, he probably also knows some sign in other languages like English, just in case. So, there was less struggle when you guys started interacting in the beginning.

Rudy will never have an issue with you being mute, as he has nothing against some peaceful silent love. He’s very considerate too, and makes sure to ask your opinion during conversations too. He doesn’t even go out of his way to do it, that’s just the way he is.

I could see him as someone who wouldn’t talk for you, but call attention for others to pay attention to you when you speak. He would translate your sign too for you, if you needed it. Rudy knows that a lot of mute people lose their credit or power during conversations, so he tries to back you up.

Rudy’s affection isn’t any different if you are mute or not. He likes physical affection and cuddling, if he’s got your arms wrapped around him everything else doesn’t really matter. His cuddlebug tendencies can mess up conversation though, since he is cuddled so close to you he cant see your hands.

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imaginesheaven · 1 year

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Disclaimer: My Spanish is very bad so please bear with me *haha*

(Y/N): Hola!

Alejandro: Hola!

Rudy: Hola!

(Y/N): Come estas?

Rudy: Bien, gracias. Y tu?

(Y/N): Muy bien, gracias!

Alejandro: Estás listo? (Are you ready?)

(Y/N): … *panics* … Si?

Ghost: …

Alejandro: *confused*

Rudy: Me entiendes? (Can you understand me?)

(Y/N): … *panics even more* Si?

Alejandro: Todo bien? (Is everything okay?)

Ghost: … *stares at you*

(Y/N): … *sweats profoundly* … mhm…

Alejandro: …

Rudy: …

Ghost: …

(Y/N): … No hablo español… (I don’t speak Spanish)

*deafening silence*

Rudy: You could have just said that. We speak English.

Alejandro: *laughs*

(Y/N): *tearing up* I’M SORRY! I GOT SCARED!

Ghost: *pats your shoulder*

Soap: *snickering*

#incorrect cod quotes #mw incorrect quotes #incorrect mw2 quotes #cod incorrect quotes #alejandro vargas #alejandro x reader #rodolfo parra #rudy x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #gender neutral reader #cod imagine #friendship headcanons #headcanons #cod mw2 #modern warfare

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starstruckmiraclekitty · 1 year

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COD Masterlist

Masterlist Key:

Smut:💦

Fluff:🩵

Angst: 💔

SIMON RILEY BLURB MASTERLIST

Simon Ghost Riley-

Late Nights 💦

Ghost soft moment with his baby girl 🩵

Simon telling you he loves you for the first time 🩵

Soap, The Matchmaker🩵

We All Have Our Demons🩵💔

You're Mine 💦

You Can't Leave Me💔

You're a Minx, You Know That?💦

Dreams💔

"I Do"🩵

I'll Take the Big Blue One!🩵

I've Got You, Kid💔🩵

Simon's Bundle of Joy 🩵

Before He Was "Ghost," He was Simon. 💔🩵

What's Your Favorite Color? 💦🩵

Words of Wisdom🩵

Date With Your Lieutenant🩵💦

Teach Me How To Ride?🩵

Innate Desire to Protect Part 2💔🩵

Innate Desire to Protect💔

Piece of me when I'm away🩵

Konig-

I Never Got to Propose 💔

To Always Having Each Other's Backs🩵💔

141 + Konig & Others Scenarios:

141 + König & Alejandro With Reader Surprising Them With Lingerie 🩵💦

141 With Reader Who Uses Their Callsign in Emergency Situation 💔🩵

141 + König With Reader Who is a Major Cuddlebug 🩵

141 + LV & König x Reader, Where You Don't Say I Love You Back 🩵

141 + König x Fem! Reader Going Down On Them 💦

141+ Alejandro, Rudy, and Konig w/ Pregnant Reader Headcannons 🩵

141 + König & Alejandro Eating Their Fem! Partner Out 💦

141 + König Breaking their GN! Partners Bed 💦

141 + König With Fem!Reader Riding Them💦

141 + König x Reader's First Kiss 🩵

141 + König x GN Reader When You Slap/Grab Their Ass Playfully 🩵💦

Ghost/Soap/König's Reaction to Reader Pouring Salt in Their Coffee 🩵

How the 141 Boys + König react to the reader getting an epidural 🩵

141 + König with a Reader Who Sneezes are Loud as Shit🩵

141 + König + LV Cumming Too Quick 💦

141 + Konig Telling the Reader They Love Them for The First Time 🩵

141 + König & Alejandro With A GN! Reader Who Dodges a Kiss 🩵

141 + König Where Reader Asks Them For A Baby 💦🩵

141 + König Where Fem! Reader Gets Jealous/Insecure 💔🩵

141 + König Where They Hurt The Reader During Sex 💔💦🩵

141 + König Where The Reader Finds Out She's Having Twins🩵

141 + König Where The Reader Wipes Off Their Kiss 🩵💦

141 + König Where The Reader Squirts For The First Time 💦

141 + Königs Favorite Positions / How They Enjoy Sex HC's 💦🩵

141 + König Where Reader Accidentally Calls Them Daddy In Bed 💦

141 + König Reacting To Reader Having A Breakdown From Past Trauma 💔🩵

141 + König Rejecting Reader, Then Regretting It 💔🩵

Losing Your Virginity To 141 + König 💦🩵

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

Giving 141 Boys Roadhead 💦

Catching 141 + König By Surprise With A Kiss 🩵

141 + König Telling Reader They Hate Them In An Arguement 💔🩵

141 + König Fluff Headcannons 🩵

141 + König Crying In Front Of Reader For First Time 💔🩵

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#mw2 x reader #mw2 imagine #simon ghost riley #konig call of duty #konig mw2 #konig imagine #simon ghost riley x reader #captain price #price imagine #ghost x reader #gaz imagine #soap x reader #soap mw2 #alejandro cod #rodolfo rudy parra x reader

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soapskneebrace · 1 year

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Obviously if your asks aren’t open then feel free to disregard this- (love your work btw I just- I cant- 🥰)

Do you think they keep the dog tags *ON* during sex? How do you think they’d wear them during it? Would they have you wear them?

You don’t HAVE to answer for each individual character obviously if you would rather just do it as a whole or just one that’s fine! Whatever works for you 💕

*cracks knuckles* I’ll do ‘em all. (Sorry for the long post, I’ll put it under a readmore when I get home 🙏)

Do the Tags Stay on in Bed?

Ghost wears his tags because, like the mask, they just don't ever come off. He is two people when he is with you--Ghost is the creature that can protect you, that can do the things Simon Riley would have been too weak for when it comes to your safety. But Simon is the man that could have loved you properly. Simon is the man Ghost believes could make you coffee in the morning, could rub your neck at the end of a long day.

It isn't initially why he wears his tags when he fucks you, but it is now--Ghost holds you in an iron grip, looms over you as he thrusts into you hard enough to bang the headboard against the wall, and feels the tags with a dead man's name clink against his chest. They remind him that you deserve whatever is left of the man who would have been far better for you than Ghost ever could be.

Soap wears his tags fully out of pride. The SAS is his life, is a massive part of his identity, and while he knows not every mission he's sent on is wholly for the good, he holds onto his conviction to act with integrity and compassion no matter what. The SAS might not always do good, but he will, as much as he can.

He wants you to be proud of him, too--he's really doing it all for you, after all. When those tags hang between you as your legs are wrapped around his waist, as they come to rest on your chest when he leans down to kiss you, he wants you to know that when he wears them he's thinking of you.

Gaz has no preference, but more often than not they stay on because he forgets to take them off. Usually, it's because the moment you're both free with enough time to actually have sex, he isn't going to bother with silly things like getting completely undressed--he wants you, now.

So, they've whacked you in the face a couple times as the two of you have gone at it. It's too funny to get mad at, and Gaz always uses it as an excuse to "make it up to you." Sometimes he'll take them off, too, and put them around your neck instead. "Keep 'em safe for me, eh?" he says with a grin.

Price takes his tags off. Over 20 years of service have left him wanting something that exists apart from violence and bloodshed, and every moment he spends with you is that something. He doesn't want to be the Captain with you, not unless he has to be--putting his tags aside gives him permission to just be John with you.

Besides, they'd get in the way. John does his very, very best to please you, to satisfy you beyond any expectation you may have of him, and sometimes that leaves you needing to bite down on his neck to keep from screaming. You’d probably not prefer to break a tooth on the tags’ chain.

Alejandro also takes his tags off, although it’s less about keeping work and pleasure separate and more about the annoyance they can be. When he is with you, Alejo is focused wholly on you, and does not appreciate distractions of any sort. He doesn’t want to have to fling his tags around to get them out of the way, or let them hang to be caught on an errant foot or wrist.

He does, however, love to see you wear them. It’s totally a possessive thing, but in the best way—Alejo worships the ground you walk on, and seeing his name around your neck inspires the same awe usually reserved for the divine. He thinks you could have anyone you wanted, and is humbled daily that you continue to choose him.

Rudy doesn’t care either way if the tags are on or off, and if the topic ever comes up he leaves that up to you. It’s an attitude that is very in-character—Rudy’s satisfaction comes from ensuring that you are satisfied, no matter what. Rudy’s love language, hands down, is acts of service.

Similarly to Alejo, however, he does enjoy seeing you wear his tags. “They belong to you anyway, mi vida,” he’ll tell you, lining your neck with gentle kisses. “All of me does.” (He has been known, however, to forget where he puts them if they do come off. So it’s probably better if they stay on.)

Bonus: Valeria gave hers to you a long time ago. She asks very frequently to see them, to make sure you keep them with you at all times. She promised herself she would never, ever carry their weight again, but she also can’t quite bear to throw them away, so now they stay with the only person in the world that she trusts.

If you wear them to bed, it will inspire a frenzy in her that will leave you limping the next morning. Those tags are a past version of her, a version she emerged from like a snake shedding its skin. While she is never sure how to feel about that previous self, seeing you take care its vestiges satisfies an ache in Valeria that she will never acknowledge.

Bonus: Graves has mixed feelings about his tags overall, being that he is technically not required to wear them anymore. They don’t mean the same thing to him now that they used to. That doesn’t mean they aren’t always on him, of course—he keeps them tucked into his boots. So you never see them.

If you were to ever find them, bring them into the bedroom? It could go one of two ways. On the one hand, you could end up benefitting short-term from the frustrated agitation those tags inspire, with Graves using your body to relieve an old, invisible hurt you never knew about. He will withdraw from you afterwords, though, too caught up in himself to really connect with. On the other, he could just withdraw immediately, recede from you, and the tension of that encounter will linger for days. It’s best not to involve his tags at all.

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gothicflowers · 21 days

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John Price, Nikolai, Rudy Parra

NSFW (MDNI)

He was a chunky kid, his grandma and aunts always made sure he was well fed. He got made fun of until he was about fifteen when he finally had a growth spurt. He wasn’t as muscular as Ghost, nor did he have super defined abs like Soap, no luscious hair like Alejandro. He’s not insecure about his body, far from it, he doesn’t care about his scars or the stretch marks that decorate his skin. Truth is, he just doesn’t find himself impressive. He doesn’t think that his strong arms, softly defined tummy, and muscular thighs are what most what find attractive, he calls himself average.

So when you asked him if he would video himself jacking off he was rather surprised. Especially when you asked if he could try and get from his knees up to his shoulders In the frame.

He let out a small laugh before he spoke into the phone “Why? I’m not that attractive, you don’t want a video with my stomach in it”

“But I love seeing how your chest and tummy muscles flex when you get close” you tell him.

you’re trying hard to convince him from the other end of the line. He had a few boudoir photos of you saved and a clip or two of your intimate moments. But you had nothing of him. And after a few days he gave it some thought. That’s when you got a text with a attachment with a message that said “I hope this can satisfy you until I get home, xoxo”

He’s sitting it a chair that’s barely big enough to fit him. His pants are pulled down just enough for him to free himself. His button up shirt is completely undone exposing his soft hairy chest and stomach, sleeves rolled up to his elbows giving you a clear view of his veiny hands and forearms.

It’s delicious from being to end. He starts slow and soft, wanted to take his time to picture you against him. His hand that isn’t occupied grazes against his chest and stomach, giving his body soft but firm squeezes. He moves his hand up and down in a manner that is similar to how you ride him. After a few more minutes his hands pace becomes slightly faster and his breathing became loud and heavy. Soft groans of your name falls from his lips. You can tell he’s getting close. His sholders come slightly inwards as his pecks flex and flare with his breath, his tummy clenching and hardening as the tightness grows. His moans sound like choked out cries as his head throws back as he comes all over his tummy. The video doesn’t end there. His hand slowly moves again squeezing out what’s left before his thumb rolls over his red tip. His breathing slows down and he lets out a satisfied sigh.

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