#soady

[chiiswizz]

Rudy showing an excitable guest around the ranch. Soap wants to lasso a bull SO bad, and Rudy… well. He’s got other ideas on his mind

[hurrraaid]

Ep 37 #soapghost falconry au. Give em the old razzle dazzle rudy 💕💕💕

[hawkeykirsah]

First Line Tag Game

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your latest fanfics (or up to if you have less) & tag ten people.

Tagged by the wonderful @starlightvld, thank you!

Note: These are arranged based on most recent chapter update and not necessarily original post date.

It's the Thought that Counts (SoapGaz, CoD, SFW)

Celebrating a birthday—not his own; Soap didn’t really give a fuck about his own, but his team mates’? Gaz’s ? Yeah, he wanted to do something for him—while stuck on deployment wasn’t always easy.

You'll Never Walk Alone (SoapGhost, CoD, NSFW)

Simon wasn't sure when it started.

Worship (SoapGhost, CoD, NSFW, genderbend F/F)

“Ye gonnae fuck me, Si?” Jonnie asked, grinning happily.

Bienvenido a México, Querido (Soady, CoD, NSFW)

Soap dropped his bergen on the bed and turned around to inspect the room Alejandro had shown him to, telling him to get comfortable and that they would meet for a debrief in two hours with a quick pat on his shoulder and strange look in his eyes.

Easy as Pie (SoapGazGhost, CoD, SFW)

„How difficult can it be?" Soap asked, peering over Gaz's shoulder to read the recipe.

Lost My Heart, Won Your Love at the Highland Games (SoapGaz, CoD, NSFW)

When Soap invited them up to Scotland to visit one of the Highland Games with him Gaz hadn’t really thought much of it other than it being an interesting chance to get to see something his friend was clearly passionate about.

Take Me for a Ride (SoapGhost, CoD, NSFW)

Exfil was still over an hour out.

The Long Road (Shenko, Mass Effect, NSFW)

Staff Lieutenant Kaidan Alenko had just finished packing his duffle bag when the comm whirred.

Under Twin Suns (Ventrobi, Star Wars, currently SFW)

Sand whirled up in little dust devils, dancing over the ground in twists and leaps, the first of the twin suns slowly sinking behind the horizon.

With A Little Help From Your Friends (IceMav, Top Gun, NSFW)

Pushing his aviators up, Iceman squinted at the setting sun glinting off the cars parked in front of the O-Club.

Not ten but tagging @vorchagirl, @barbex, @adiduck, @elwenyere and whoever else wants to play!

[thesnakeoutsider]

Is bad? Maybe. But is mine. And full of Mexican shit. It have #Soady #AleRudy and implied lettuce in the sandwich Soap, aka Poly. If you are Mexican… enjoy the details. 🤭

P.D. The cross tattoo on Soaps back is idea from Mew_mosh on twitter, I just borrowed for this art.

[streysteal]

Soady commission for soapsbeloved on Twitter

[itssylthings]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: John "Soap" MacTavish/Rodolfo Parra Characters: John "Soap" MacTavish, Rodolfo Parra, Simon "Ghost" Riley, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, John Price (Call of Duty) Additional Tags: Game: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II (2022), Past Relationship(s), Teasing, Flirting, Drinking, Light Angst, Friendship, Friends to Lovers, Memory Loss, Dom/sub Undertones, Under-negotiated Kink, Misunderstandings, Kneeling, Praise Kink, Name-Calling, (very light), Edging, Possessive Behavior, Top Rodolfo Parra, Bottom John "Soap" MacTavish, Brat John "Soap" MacTavish, Pining John "Soap" MacTavish, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Coming Untouched, Aftercare

Summary:

They hadn't expected Alejandro and Rudy to visit while they were on leave. But Soap can't complain. Not as he sees Rudy in a very different light now.

[hawkeykirsah]

Kinktober Day 2: Against the Wall

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A smile flit over his face. “Rudy.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[vivianamors]

Rose Soady, 1919 by Harold Cazneaux by State Library of New South Wales Via Flickr: Harold Cazneaux took this portrait of Rose Soady around the time she married the artist Norman Lindsay. Born in Gosford, New South Wales, Rose met Lindsay in 1902, and became his principal model, business manager and printer for many of his etchings. When she was in her 70s, Rose wrote two memoirs, Ma and Pa (1963) and Model Wife (1967). by Harold Cazneaux gelatin silver print acquired from Angus & Robertson, 1933 PXA 2008 On display in the exhibition Shot: 400 photographs, 200 photographs, 3 centuries photogallery.sl.nsw.gov.au/