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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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agoofyannoyancetolaw · 3 months

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heavenly

a/n: valentines post because why not! :D, not very original post but I swear I have good ideas in the making

minors DNI

rudy was laid down, silken sheets sprawled out over him and the early morning sunlight hitting his features just right to look like a painting- yet he was fidgety and antsy. You had been spending minutes convincing him to let you worship him for once. It had always been him in bed kissing every inch of your skin and looking at you as if he wanted to save every detail to memory- but it had never been done in return to him

You had taken him out on a fancy night out since it was Valentine’s Day when you sprung the idea on him. He had gotten nearly as red in the cheeks as the wine he had been drinking! it was so embarrassing but yet here he sat, listening for you as you walked into the room, the hot feeling of soft kisses down his neck drawing him out of his thoughts.

he usually hated this holiday- he hated most holidays of romance! But god did it feel ecstatic to have you treat him so well, his cheeks bright red and his breath sharp as your hands softly moved the silks off him and your fingers softly grasped his already pitifully hard member to tease him. He bucked into your hand with little whines, his own hands moving to grip the bed-sheets

you must have been doing this for what? Minutes- and he was already gasping softly, sentences falling from his mouth constantly although you could barely even understand what he was saying with all the stutters in between each word. The cold feeling of your two lubed up fingers teasing his hole as he attempted to trust himself father even when you were set on taking your time to make him feel good.

your soft digits working him open so slowly had him gasping and moaning loud enough whoever was in the apartment next door could most definitely hear, his back arching off the bed as you worked two digits into him, then three, then four

“Mi sol- oh god please!” Rudy groaned, pretty little tears filling his eyes. Whining at the feeling of emptiness before feeling your member slide into him, his soft walls tight around your girth as you kissed him all over, chest to chest.

thrust after thrust hitting him just right and making him try to match your thrusts, wanting to feel you as deeply as he could. Feeling the burning of hickeys around his neck from your kisses and bites and the building coiling heat of his climax getting closer, his hair sticking to his forehead from sweat and his legs shaking when he painted his chest white, letting you fill him up till you were both tired and you sleepily cleaned him up, dotting kisses all over his hips where your grasp had left little bruises.

the next morning a noise complaint was slipped under your doorway and his legs felt like jelly for hours.

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madlittlecriminal · 4 months

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rodolfo x reader as new parents... sometimes reader would be too exhausted that she won't hear the baby's cries and would wake up on an empty bed only to find out that rudy is in the baby's room :(( he's so gentle with the baby you can't help but smile as your heart flutters at the scene :((

Something New ⤍ New Dad!Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra × New Mom!Female!Reader

oh this is so cute! i love this!

Warnings: baby has no specific gender because i didn't know which i wanted to pick, mention of baby bottle, but not specified if its formula or breastmilk, not too short, but not too long either

He heard the baby crying and when he looked over at your sleeping figure, he kissed your forehead and left. You were exhausted and rightfully so; you're two weeks postpartum and still adjusting to having your sleep interrupted every other hour or two. He quietly got out of bed and headed to your baby's nursery to take care of his baby.

About 10 minutes later, you shifted as you felt the warmth beside you become nonexistent. You got up and furrowed your brows. "Rudy?" You called out, but no answer. However, you began to panic when you remembered about your baby. You quickly rushed out of bed and headed to the nursery. Before you could say anything, you heard a soft yet deep voice that sounded almost melodic.

You smiled at the sound of Rudy's voice as he sung to your baby with an empty baby bottle on the table near the crib. You waited patiently until a bit more time passed, watching as Rudy softly put the infant down in the crib before turning around slowly and jumped slightly when he saw you. "Are you okay, beautiful?" You nodded.

"Just...seeing you with our baby made me emotional is all." He smiled and kissed your forehead.

"Did I wake you though?" You shook your head and kissed his cheek.

"No, but why didn't you wake me?" Rudy held you close to him as you both walked towards your shared bedroom.

"Because you were asleep, and I didn't have the heart to wake you up for something that I could easily do. We are both parents, okay? Los dos podemos cuidar a nuestro bebe, mi amor." (We both can take care of our baby, my love.)

You smiled before getting in bed and snuggling under the covers. "How did I get so lucky, huh?" He chuckled and got in bed next to you before pulling you closer to him.

"We both decided to have this baby together, we're both going to raise this baby together."

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crimsonbubble · 7 months

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cw. nsfw, gn!reader, soft morning sex, praise *not proofread, just pure horny

[special thanks to @lucyisdoingfine for giving me this idea 🩷 keeping it short and sweet for today]

kinktober masterlist

MINORS DNI!!

Nothing feels better than this; finally having your husband home after months of deployment. The sun is barely peeking over the horizon, a cold breeze makes you shiver, snuggling your body closer to Rudy.

"Let me do this, yea? Relájate por mí, ¿sí?" (Relax for me, yea?) His hands are rough and calloused but his touch was comforting. Softly holding your hips as he gently rocked his own. Rudy pushed his lips against your own, greedily drinking in your soft moans and quiet gasps.

One of your hands rested on his hip, the other pressed to the side of his neck. "Joder, eres tan jodidamente bonita. Tan jodidamente bueno para mi." (Fuck, you're so fucking pretty. So fucking good for me.) The only thing you can focus on is the rhythmic waves of pleasure that Rudy is supplying and the shaky moans that leave his lips as he nears his edge.

Your body is warmed from the inside out, chasing after the high that you craved so early in the morning. "Just stay with me like this, please. Sólo un poquito más." (Just a little while longer.)

#bubbly writes <3 #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod smut #cod x reader #cod x you #cod x y/n #cod x gn!reader #rudy parra #rodolfo parra #rodolfo x reader #rudy x reader #rudy x you #rudy parra x reader #rudy parra x you #rodolfo cod

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codfanficedits · 8 months

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Being with you - Full Version.

Summary:

What it means to be with you.

Pairing:

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x fem!Reader. Rodolfo Parra x fem!Reader.

Wordcount: 4779 | Rating: E (18+ only!)

Warnings: Portraying of an unhealthy relationship, a break-up, fluff, happy ending.

A/N: I usually don't do happy endings, but life has been kind, so I can be kind for a second too.

Being with Ghost meant you could spend the evening in bed, you talking away, and he would just listen, his fingertips making soft circles on your back, your waist, your stomach. He always needed to do something with his hands while he listened to you and you just loved talking to him, the little nods, the little sounds he would make while you were blabbering away about a tv show, your friends, your work, he would take it all in. Come to think of it, Ghost would be the first one to not comment about your talking and you were so grateful for it.

Being with Ghost would mean that he would come home after a mission, not speaking a word, but just taking in your presence. As if you were enough to fill the cracks of his heart with a tender love, you would just be at his side, being in a long, silent hug, or sitting close to him, your head on his shoulder. Sometimes you’d just hug him from behind while he stared in the mirror.

Being with Ghost resulted in you coming clean about your insecurities, how ex-boyfriends had cheated and how you were worried he would too. And Ghost would listen, Simon would listen, and he would assure you, telling you he would always be there, every single time you would mention you feel insecure, unwanted, unloved, he would perk right up and be there for you, making sure you’d feel as wanted as could be. Because sometimes you’d wish you could mute your mind, since all you do is think, and his touch is the way to solve it.

Being with Simon came with a lot more people. You’d met his Taskforce and they were all lovely people, you love them all dearly. Simon loved them and you could see why, they became the family he had craved for so long and you’re proud to be part of them. During their gatherings you could see him talk to one of his teammates, whether it be Soap, Gaz or Price, and he would look your way, a soft smile on his face every time your eyes met his brown ones.

Being with Simon had the benefit of waking up in the middle of the night and seeing him look at you. He had told you snippets of his past and you could understand why something horrible as that would keep him up, the fact that he’d look at you after one of those nightmares or flashbacks was such an endearing thought to you. You’d be his rock in the storm of his trauma, and it filled your heart with pride. You’d reach out your hand to his cheek, softly caressing it with your thumb while your eyes would fill with love.

Being with Simon caused a hunger in you that only he could feed, his touch, his words, his kisses, his tongue, his love, his body. He could read your body as the back of his hand and he would do anything in his power to solve your hunger.

Being with Simon has taught you how to cope with the empty bed whenever he was on a mission, being all alone while a full moon illuminated his pillow, the scent keeping you company while he was out being a silent hero, changing the world with this work in the Taskforce. You could only imagine how much he would miss you too.

Being with Simon had become your whole life, he was sent from the heavens above, the universe being on your side when fate made the two of you cross paths at the bar, he had sent you a drink and a quick wink. Something so bold for someone as Simon, but you were so happy that he had done it. It was something you’d boosts about anytime your friends would mention him. He was your pride and joy.

Being with you meant that Ghost had to listen to you yap and blabber for the whole evening. His skills from the army had allowed him to zone out, using his fingers to trace circles on your soft skin, your back, your waist and your stomach. A way to keep himself busy while your contact talking bored him out of his mind. But you had told him that people would comment on how talkative you were and how insecure it had made you. And Ghost could never crush you like that. So he would swallow it and daydream about what could’ve been if he had never met you.

Being with you would mean that every time he would come home after a mission, you would stick to him as a mouse in a glue trap. The moment he opened the front door, you would be there, not giving him a second to breathe, to come home. No matter what he would do, you would be there. He couldn’t even sit on the couch without you having to sit near him, your knees always touching his, your shoulder against his bicep. Not even staring in front of the mirror would be a hint you would get. No instead you just had to hug him from behind, suffocating him with the love you couldn’t give yourself, so you gave it to Ghost instead.

Being with you resulted in having to walking on eggshells. Even the slightest change in his demeanour would mean that he had to assure you how much you meant to him, how much he loved you, it would get easier over time to lie about it, to avoid the hour long conversations in which you would just cry about everything that had been done to you, while you took no responsibility for your own actions.

Being with you came with a lot of teasing from his Taskforce. They didn’t like you, although some of them were more nuanced about it than others. Of course they would never say it to your face. Simon had told them about your insecurities and he could never let them crush you like that. So they all pretended to like your chatty, bubbly personality. But whenever they had to invite you to their gatherings it was paired with a lot of groans and grumbles. Simon would go as far to talk about you while you were there, giving you an innocent smile whenever you looked his way, while he was telling Soap, Gaz, or Price about how incredibly annoying you were.

Being with you had the downside that he would lie awake at night, finally some peace and quiet from you, but eventually guilt would be eating him as he looked at you. He knew you didn’t deserve someone like him. You did deserve someone who liked your and your personality. But Simon couldn’t stand the thought of being alone, he needed someone around him, and for now that was you. It annoyed him how you always had to touch his face when you would catch him staring in the middle of the night, as if your touch would solve any of the problems in the world.

Being with you caused a hunger in him too. But it wasn’t a hunger that just you could fulfil, he knew that when he would find someone that could replace you, he would drop you as a child would drop their toy as they were gifted a new one. But until then he was more than happy to use you to satisfy his hunger.

Being with you had taught him how peaceful his work could be, how much he had liked the time when he wasn’t tied to you. Being away from you meant he could daydream about how peaceful his life would be without you. How it would be to come home to a quiet house, a empty bed, just for him. And honest to God, it felt like a breath of fresh air.

Being with you was temporary, a honest mistake, and Simon would often wonder how life could have turned out if he had never send that drink. He had been drinking a little too much when he ordered that drink, causing the bartender to send the drink to the wrong person. It was never meant for you, but for your friend, he had slept with her before and he wanted some quick action. How could he have known that drink would come your way? He had seen your face light up and had decided to take you to his apartment. How could Simon know you wouldn’t exactly leave and pour your heart out the morning after?

He couldn’t just sent you away after that, no, Simon could never crush you like that. So he kept it a secret, the morning turning into a day, turning into weeks, months and eventually years, causing him to escape into daydreaming about a life without you.

Simon knew he would never really love you.

Being with Simon meant you had to go to quite some gatherings with him, but you didn’t mind at all, you enjoyed socializing with people, especially new people. It meant you could tell people all about him, about how handsome he was, how the two of you met, how he was different from all the men you had met before. Not a bad word you leave you lips when you would talk about Simon. After all, how could you badmouth the man that had been nothing but good for you?

Being with Simon caused you to come into contact with the Los Vaqueros, one of the forces he had to partner up with in order to keep the world a better place. Alejandro was a nice man to talk to, a bit of a dominant type, talking over you all the time, but you didn’t mind it, after all, he was praising Simon for his good work, and that brought a smile to your face. You did like his counterpart, Rudy, a lot more. The man was quiet, but his eyes were bright, attentive even and you liked how you could tell how well he listened to you, it was way more active than Simon would listen to you, Rudy’s eyes would never leave your face, not even when you somehow got to your favourite TV show. It was so different from Simon and it brought a weird knot to your stomach. You felt bad for even thinking such things, especially when Simon loved you so much. Of course Simon listened to you, he just showed it different.

Being with Simon was reason enough to break off the conversation with Rudy, leaving him with a puzzled look on his face when you came with a lame excuse to go to the open bar. The intern war of feelings still going on, and to ease yourself you decided to bring Simon a drink, to make the feelings of guilt go away.

A smile on your face as you approach him, his back turned to you while he talked to Gaz. You could feel your heart drop when you heard snippets of his conversation.

“….talks too much…”

“…even after….missions…”

Your mouth runs dry, your hands tremble but you take another step towards him, needing to hear what Simon is saying. It couldn’t be about you? Right? He would never say such things.

“I’m telling you Gaz, she just never, ever shuts up. After our last mission I came home and the moment I stepped foot in that house, she was next to me. Like a goddamn leech sucking away the life out of me.”

Being with Simon was the reason why your heart just got shattered into your chest, the fragments piercing through your lungs as you struggle to breathe properly, hot tears forming in your eyes as his words engrave in your brain. He was supposed to be your safe haven, he was supposed to be different. You want to do all sort of things, scream at him, throw the beer in your hands to the back of his head, cuss him out, call him his father. But you can’t. Instead you turn around, silent steps away from him.

Being with Simon became a lesson on how you couldn’t even trust the person you loved so dearly, it taught you that you do indeed talk to much, making you a flawed human that should learn to shut up. You can’t even remember how you came home, the drive was a blur. Getting into the apartment was a blur, but there you were, sitting on the couch, all alone.

Leaving Simon was the hardest thing you’d ever done. Part of you wanted to change for him, chat less, talk less, shut up more. But you knew you’d advice friends to leave a man who would dare to talk shit about them like this. And you knew you would never trust another word that would leave his lips again. Those same lips that had kissed you so much, and again you could feel that war in your chest going on, your heart chattering, your lungs struggling to breath, your stomach flipping. But you couldn’t let a man break you like this. Because excusing the way he had mistreated you would be a mistake.

You made yourself the promise that no one would ever knock the wind out of you again, not like that, not like him. When you pack your stuff you wonder how you should let him know you’re leaving. Would you wait for him? Call him? Text him? Give him the chance to explain himself? Maybe it would just be one big mistake. But your heart knew better, your mind knew better, you knew better. The sadness in your chest makes way for anger. Calm anger, no more tears running down your cheeks anger, but a I’ll fold my clothes neatly in the suitcase while I leave you anger. You won’t call him, text him, wait for him, no you’re disappearing out of his life. Erasing yourself out of his narrative, and part of you wants to be there when he comes home and find everything stripped from your existence, you’re taking as much as you can load into your car. The spoons you bought? They’re coming with you, the toilet paper you bought two days ago? It’s yours and loaded into your boot. That PlayStation you got him for Christmas? Into the passenger seat it goes. Even the duvet covers are coming with you. You’re content when your car is full with all of the stuff you had bought in the years the two of you had been together and you start the drive to one of your friends. Leaving Simon would be the hardest and easiest thing you had done.

Being with you meant that Simon had to drag you along to the gatherings from work, each one more annoying than the others. You would always be so happy to talk to people, and for him it was a nice break, every word you said to others, was a word you didn’t have to say to him. He would know what you’d tell people, always boosting about how much he loved you, it made him sick to his stomach, the happiness on your face while all he could feel was disgust.

Being with you caused Simon to dread it whenever you had to meet new people he worked with. He could see you talk to Alejandro, seeing you narrow your eyes whenever Alejandro would interrupt you and talk over you, a smirk on Simons face. Because now you knew how annoying it is whenever someone talks so much. Simon could see you talking to Rudy, the poor sucker was being caught in your whirlwind of words and Simon was just really happy he wasn’t in Rudy’s position right now.

Simon turned around when he saw Gaz approaching. “She just never shuts up huh?” Gaz was the first to make a snarky remark.

“Never, she just talks too much.” Simon said with a sigh. “I’m never at peace, not even after I come home after a my missions.”

Simon shook his head. “I’m telling you Gaz, she just never, ever shuts up. After our last mission I came home and the moment I stepped foot in that house, she was next to me. Like a goddamn leech sucking away the life out of me.”

A soft chuckle leaves Gaz. “Man I don’t even know how you hold up.”

Being with you was the reason why Simon could drink this night, after all, you would be his ride home, so he had nothing to worry about. He hadn’t even noticed you had left, no instead Simon was too busy having fun with the people that he actually cared about. While you were struggling at the apartment, he was dancing and drinking. While you had made up your mind and had found the strength to leave, Simon was too busy cracking stupid jokes with Price. While you were content and driving towards one of your friends, Simon was finally ready to leave, and it wasn’t until that moment that he noticed you had left. All he could feel was annoyance, because this meant he had to take an expensive cab home.

Being with you was the reason why he dreaded going home, stepping foot into that house again. But this time it felt different. The apartment felt colder than usual, not as warm, not as cozy. And you weren’t there to greet him at the door. Maybe you were asleep? He stumbled to the bedroom, but it was empty, too empty. Simon noticed the duvet covers missing, he opened up the closet and noticed your clothes missing, his heart starting to race when he realized something was wrong. Did someone break in? No, it would be weird for a burglar to just take the duvet covers and your clothing. Did you leave? No, you wouldn’t have the balls to do so. Maybe you just went to a friend?

He stumbled to the kitchen, opening up the fridge. His eyes widening when half of the groceries were missing. The orange juice you had bought was gone, the meat, the cheese, even the beers you had bought just for him were gone. The realisation that you might’ve left finally dawned up on him, and it brought him a lot of peace. He could just spent time without have you yap an blabber all the time, he didn’t have to listen to your constant talking about those dumb shows you watched. It nearly felt as if the Gods had blessed him. Being left by you turned out to be harder than Simon had thought. He had enjoyed the silence for a while, but when he woke up in that large, empty bed, he couldn’t help but miss you next to him. He thought he would enjoy eating his breakfast in silence, but the silence that lingered in the apartment was an eerie one, and loneliness crept up to him. He tried to reach out to you, but you had blocked him on every single platform he could reach you on and for the first time since he had met you, he found himself longing for your words, the way you spoke, the way you were so passionate about all the topics you talked about.

Being left by you made him realise how much he loved you.

Leaving Simon broke you down, but you managed to pick yourself up again. It took you a while, but you slowly found yourself trusting other again, and although you were still weary of talking too much, you still had that some passion in your voice whenever you talked about something, even your silly TV shows. You went to the store, getting yourself a tub of ice cream before your favourite show would start. Your cart bumping into someone since your mind was busy with the cliffhanger of last episode. “I’m so sorry.” You mutter quickly as you look up.

Rudy.

His eyes light up a little too quickly as a smile forms on his lips. “You never told me if Big Ed and Rose ended up staying together.”

Being without anyone meant you could talk about anything you liked, as long as you liked. And right now you wanted to talk to Rudy, A smile on your face. “They didn’t! Oh my God, she wanted another child, and he didn’t and she ended up dating a woman instead. I loved her, honestly, good for her.” But the insecurities came back way too quick and you could hear Simon’s voice in the back of your head once more. ‘Talks too much’ “Sorry.” You say with a sheepish smile. “I’m blabbering again.”

Meeting you in the supermarket aisle meant that Rudy finally had the chance to talk to you again, he had seen the look on your face when you heard Ghost speak about you, and he had wanted to reach out to you ever since, but you left so suddenly and he had no way to contact you again. So when he finally saw you again with a basket full of snacks, making your way to the ice cream section, a soft smile curled around his lips as he heard you mutter on about your tv show. He would never, ever admit it, but he spend his fair share of time researching 90 days to wed. To be honest he even decided to watch the show for himself, the drama was just a little too good to pass on. “You’re not talking too much.” Rudy’s voice sounds. “Please, I’m dying to hear more. Have you seen the new season yet?”

Being without anyone gave you the freedom to not feel guilty about the feeling talking to Rudy gave you. You’d recognized these feeling from the last time you spoke to him, but you had suppressed them, founding them to be a form of dishonesty towards Simon. But now, now those feelings were free to roam in your veins, whether or not you made to choice to act to them, you were free to feel again, and no one could deny you a thing. “I have! I was actually on my way to pick up some ice cream before I went to watch it.” A sheepish smile formed on your lips. “Got to have some snacks while I watch it.”

Rudy could see the spark in your eyes and it warmed his heart. It was the first time that he had seen this spark in your eyes, and while he didn’t think it was possible, it made you even prettier than before. He nodded while you explained your snacks and he held up his own basket, filled with snacks too. His basket full with savoury things, yours with sweets.

“Ooooh, those chips are nice.” You said when you looked into his basket.

“And I could do with some gummy bears.” Rudy answered.

A sudden rush through your body. What did you have to lose? Worst case he would reject you, and you’d cry while watching your show.

“Want to watch it at mine?”

Belonging to yourself meant that there was enough room in your heart to let Rudy in. You were hesitant at first. Worried that he would just be as Simon.

But he was different.

You could let the worry go quite easily, the way he spoke to you, the way he looked at you. Not once did he pretend that he was interested, not once did you feel like you have to shut up. Even when you would shut up midsentence when the insecurity hit you, he would look at you, urging you to continue. He would happily pause whatever the two of you were watching to let you talk, to let you explain the storyline, to let you explain what you think would happen.

For Rudy, your voice was the best thing he could hear after a long mission, or a long day. Listening to you meant that he could forget the horrors he had seen, listening to you meant that all the worries inside of his mind would be pushed away, all he had to focus on was you, and by God did he love to listen to you. The passion in your words, no matter the subject, the twinkle in your eye whenever you could see that he knew what you were talking about. It made his whole day, and it was the thing he missed the most whenever he was separated from you.

But being with Rudy meant that you had to those gatherings again, seeing the men who openly mocked you for talking too much, and it caused a knot in your stomach. You had to face the men who talked behind your back, you had to face Simon. But Rudy was so proud to show you off. So you pushed away the anxious feeling inside of you.

“Are you sure?” Rudy double checked.

“Yes.”

“You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.” His large hands cup your face before he gives you a quick kiss, but his eyes never leave your face.

“No, no. It’s okay.” You protest. “I am a bit nervous, but I really want to do it.”

“The moment you’re uncomfortable, you tell me and we leave.” It’s a stern command, different from how soft Rudy usually is.

“Do you want me to salute to you too?” A grin on your face as you answer him.

“Mi amor.” He presses his forehead against yours. “You can salute to me when you’re wearing nothing but my shirt, but for now, I want you to be comfortable, okay? I’d rather explain to Ale afterwards what happened, than to see you uncomfortable.”

Going with Rudy was nerve wrecking. You had to meet new people, people who didn’t know about your history Simon, but there were also people who did know about your history with Simon. Confused looks, soft whispers while you’re holding Rudy’s hand. But you straighten your back, even feeling a little confident while he is next to you. You find it hard to let go off Rudy, worried what people think about you, about the situation, but slowly you find the courage to chat to people yourself, the weight of your worries falling off your shoulders. Seeing you with Rudy hurt him more than he could think of. Simon had spent days longing for you in his bed. You looked stunning and Simon hated to see how gorgeous looked next to Rudy, how beautiful you were. And most of all, he hated to see your lips moving, but not hearing your words. Simon had caught himself missing you, missing your talking, your words, your passion. He missed you with every fibre of his being. He hated to see how well Rudy took care of you. He hated to see how Rudy listened to you, how you had Rudy’s undivided attention, something you never got from him. It ached him, knowing that he was too late, it ached him to know that he never appreciated your beauty until it was ripped away.

You were chatting with Alejandro, who was still a little too dominant for your liking, but it was better than talking to Gaz, Price, Soap or God forbid Simon. Your eyes drift across the room and you and Simon make eye contact.

And you don’t feel a thing.

No regret, no longing, no sadness, no anger, nothing. From friends, to lovers, to strangers and you were more than okay with it.

You can see in Simon’s eyes that he does feel those things, but he stopped being your priority when it became clear that you never were his.

Gaz joins the conversation between you and Alejandro.

“Careful, Colonel.” Gaz looks at you while he speaks. “She might talk your ears off. She’s known to never, ever shut up. I have no clue how Rudy does it.”

“Sergeant.” Alejandro’s tone is sharp, but he knows it’s not his place to correct Gaz.

“I would suggest you stop talking and leave this conversation.” Rudy’s voice sounds behind you. The man has a hand on your shoulder, his eyes glued to Gaz, waiting for a word out of him, waiting for the opportunity to rip him a new one. He’s a feral guard dog and you’re holding the leash.

Gaz does get the hint, backing off with a sour look on his face. Rudy turns to you. “Go on, you were midsentence, and I want to know why red is your favourite colour.”

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fuzzyautumninmetal · 1 month

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I hate you

IT'S HERRRREEEE

In my mind Rudy loves it when you dominate him and I mean love it but isn't scared to absolutely ruin you in the bedroom.

He gets kinda mean in the end but he doesn't mean it, he loves you

Again hardly any Spanish (if someone can point me to a reliable translator It will be appreciated)

Disclaimer: The original idea isn't mine, I got it off Chai. The original creator of the writing prompt is Akirò Hashimi

Warnings: bit of degrading

For the love of god MDNI

Being Enemies And Lovers wasn't easy.

but somehow, you two made it work – always meeting up secretly, chatting, having little make out sessions and such.

That's why you were here.

He was pinned against the wall, kissing you while you stroked his cock, making him moan and shake a little — he groaned out, breaking the kiss for a second to breathe.

" Aye- Oh, Oh fuck, cariño.. we- we shouldn't be doing this!- "

Your pace got quicker, making him stop talking by his own moans and sounds of pure, raw pleasure.

" Please! Please be gentle! "

He cried out, begging for your merciless pace to be more slow, although in his mind, this was the best moment of his life.

" Oh, god- I hate you!. "

"The feeling is mutual darling"

Hearing your whispered words, Rudy felt an intense mix of emotions running through him. He couldn't believe that you hated him just as much as he hated you, but at the same time, it made your forbidden relationship even more enticing.

Rudy's hips bucked against your hand, his cock throbbing and pulsing with need as he lost himself in the sensations. "Oh fuck... I can't take much more..." He panted, his voice rough with desire.

"That's it baby, cum for me" you started praising him and with a final thrust, Rudy let out a long, low moan as his orgasm claimed him. His hot seed pulsed between your bodies, leaving sticky trails on your skin. "Fuck..." He whispered hoarsely, his head spinning with pleasure.

"Mmm..." Rudy moaned softly, his eyes still closed as hr savoured the aftermath of his orgasm. He felt your lips brushing against his jawline, sending shivers down his spine.

You smiled as you whispered "As much as I'd love to stay and carry on, we don't want Alejandro wondering where his sergeants are".

Rudy parted his lips to return the soft kiss, enjoying the tender moment before reality sets back in. He watched you leave, a lazy smile spreading across his face. His heart was pounding with exhilaration, every cell of his body tingling from the intense encounter.

As you walked out of his room, you stopped and poked your head back in "I'll see you after the next argument" and winked at him before leaving.

"Oh, you know it. I'll be waiting" Rudy called back with a smirk, knowing full well he'd be the one to start the next argument just to feel that passionate kiss again. He watched you leave, already missing your touch.

He knew that you both had to keep things discreet since your relationship was strictly forbidden within the Los Vaqueros ranks.

It had been a few days since your make out session with Rudy and you two were already arguing again. "How stupid can you be?" you spat at Rudy.

"At least I'm not a boring stick in the mud," Rudy retorted, his eyes flashing with a challenge. He knew exactly how to push your buttons, and he wasn't about to back down from a fight - especially when it meant taking your clothes off.

"I-" you was taken back by his response, "The fuck is that supposed to mean". Rudy grinned maliciously, taking a step closer to you so your faces were mere inches apart. He could feel the heat radiating off your skin, it fuelled his arousal further.

"You know damn well what it means, it means you're as dull as a dishwasher," Rudy shot back, smirking as your reaction. He loved seeing you thrown off balance by his sharp tongue. It only made him want to push further.

Alejandro stepped between the both of you, effectively ending the confrontation. He glared at you both, his expression stern and serious. He knew that your constant fighting was becoming a problem.

"Fuck this and fuck you" you pointed at Rudy as you stormed off. He couldn't help but watch your ass sway with each step, slightly smirking to himself. You both, while away from each other, couldn't help but think about the arguments and how they led to incredible sex or make out sessions.

It had been exactly 4 days since your last argument, every time you passed each other it was like a game of verbal cat and mouse. You knew that with each insult only served to fuel your mutual attraction, and you relished in the opportunity to torment Rudy.

As you traded insults back and forth, Rudy found himself imagining what it would be like to finally take you to bed. To strip you naked. pin you down, and show you who was in control. To make you submit completely to his desire and needs.

Today was the recruit's day off and majority of them had gone out for the day, it was the perfect chance to pay Rudy a visit in his office. Rudy was sitting at his desk, pouring over some paperwork, when he heard the sound of the door opening. Without looking up, he muttered under his breath, "Te tomaste tu tiempo"

He looked up to see you standing next to his desk, he let out a low chuckle and leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. "Well, well, well. What brings you hear?" he asked, his tone teasing.

You ignored him as you pulled him in for a passionate kiss. Rudy didn't resist and wrapped his arms around your waist. As you kissed, Rudy felt his cock twitch in his pants, growing harder with each passing second but he couldn't bring himself to pull away from the delicious sensation of your lips against his own.

You put your hands around Rudy's throat gently and pulled him closer to you, "On your knees". Rudy didn't hesitate for long, quickly nodding and complying with your demand. With a sense of anticipation, he lowered himself onto his knees in front of you.

Rudy's cock jumped at the sight of you removing your pants and sitting on his desk. You opened your legs and whispered seductively "Show me what that pretty mouth of yours can do". Without hesitation, he moved forward and engulfed your throbbing clit with his tongue, swirling it around and teasing it lightly before taking it deep into his mouth. He sucked hard, using his teeth to graze ever so slightly against sensitive flesh, driving you while with pleasure and desire.

His hands rested on your thighs, gently holding them in place while he pleased you, you arched your back as you softly moaned his name. Rudy savoured the sounds of your moans and gasps of pleasure. He loved knowing he could drive you wild with lust with just his mouth and tongue, making you loose control.

Rudy's fingers traced gentle patterns along your inner thigh, occasionally dipping down to gently tease and simulate your entrance. He knew that you were close to climaxing, and he wanted to bring you to the edge without actually letting you cum just yet.

You knew what he was doing and thought it was cute that he was trying to take charge but he was too soft and caring to be dominant. You gently pushed his head away and pointed to the chair.

"Sit"

With a soft grunt, Rudy sat back on the chair, watching you intently. You undid his trousers and watched his cock spring free out of his boxes, without any warning you lowered yourself onto him, taking his cock fully inside you in one smooth motion. You both let out a low groan, Rudy was momentarily caught off guard.

The look of surprise on Rudy's face was quickly replaced by pure ecstasy. "Mierda..." he muttered beneath his breath, gripping the fat of your thighs tightly as you took him deep inside you.

Rudy's eyes widened as you grabbed a hold of his hair, pulling his head back and making him look at you. The look of surprise on his face was replaced by a mix of arousal and vulnerability as you began to ride him slowly, taking your time to tease and taunt him. "How dare you call me dull and boring" you said in-between moans.

"Mujer..." he growled, his hips thrusting upwards to meet your rhythm. "You are anything but that." He groaned, his fingers digging into your thighs. You knew he was right - your life was anything but dull and boring. "You're insufferable" you panted.

"And you're addictive," he replied, his voice strained with pleasure. The way you moved on him was unlike anything he'd experienced before - fierce yet gentle, possessive yet playful. He continued to watch your face closely, taking note of the way your cheeks flushed and your eyes sparkled with lustful intent. As you rode him slowly, he couldn't help but admire how powerful and confident you looked in that moment.

Rudy's body tensed as you started to nip at his neck, sending shivers down his spine. He responded by reaching up and grabbing onto your hips, urging you to move faster.

As you increased your pace, he let out a low whimper, his fingers digging into your skin even deeper as he felt your teeth grazing against his neck. It was a deliciously painful sensation that only served to heighten his further arousal.

"Mi amor"

His hips bucked involuntarily, driving his cock deeper into your wetness with each passing second. The combination of pleasure and pain was also too much for him. "God I hate you" you murmured. He smiled devilishly, enjoying the mixture of emotions that played across your face as he whispered "I hate you too".

As he slapped your ass, causing it to sting and redden, he watched with satisfaction as your expression changed from annoyance to pure lust.

"God Rudy I'm-"

"Cum for me, querida" he growled, his hips bucking up into you. His hand moved down to cup your ass cheek, squeezing it gently as he watched you writhe and tremble on top of him. Finally, unable to resist any longer, he released a long, low groan and buried his face in the crook of your neck, biting down gently as he unloaded deep withing you, filling you up.

"Oh fuck, yes. Yes" you sobbed as you finally reached your climax, the intensity of your orgasm overwhelmed both of you. Your walls clenched around Rudy's throbbing cock. After several moments passed, he finally pulled his still-throbbing cock from your pussy, leaving behind a sticky trail of evidence of your shared passion.

Rudy collapsed back against the chair, his chest heaving with exertion as he tried to catch his breath. His cock was still twitching slightly, leaking drops of cum onto the leather seat beneath them. As you rested your forehead against his, he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You both remained like this for a moment, simply taking in each other's presence and savouring the afterglow of your intense session together.

Once you caught your breath, you slowly slid off of him and started putting your trousers back on. Despite the fact that you were now covered in a mix of sweat and cum, Rudy found himself reluctant to see you leave his side.

You didn't want to leave and you could sense that Rudy didn't want you to either. You turned to him and sighed "I can't stay. It wouldn't look good if someone walked in". Even though he knew it was necessary, there was still a part of him that wanted nothing more than you to pull you back onto his lap and continue where they had left off just minutes ago.

However, duty called, and he knew he couldn't ignore the possibility of someone discovering them in such a compromising position.

You gave him a lazy smile and started heading towards the door, Rudy couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment. You both pretended like nothing unusual had occurred. After all, you were soldiers first and foremost so discipline and professionalism came before personal desire.

As days passed, you and Rudy continued your playful banter, never letting on that there was anything more between you. You found yourself growing more and more entranced by him with every moment. You mind was consumed with thoughts of him, your body longing for another encounter with him.

Meanwhile, Rudy struggled to keep his feelings in check, finding it difficult not to openly express his desire for you. But he knew that doing so could jeopardize everything you both had worked has worked so hard to achieve within Los Vaqueros, so he maintained a stoic exterior, hiding his true emotions from everyone around him.

As time went on, the tension between you two grew thicker, becoming almost palpable. Every time he walked into a room or crossed paths with you, your heart raced and your mind became clouded with thoughts of him. You found yourself craving his attention more than ever.

On this particular day though you were in a foul mood, you had walked into your office and were graced with piles and piles of paperwork Alejandro needed you to complete. You were so angry that everything and everyone pissed off.

You were in the cafeteria getting some coffee when Rudy decided to start an argument with you about something trivial, making you snap at him.

The tension between you was thick, and it seemed like any wrong move could send things spiralling out of control. As you glared at each other across the table, neither one of you were willing to back down. It felt like the entire room held it's breath.

"I hate you so goddamn much Rudy"

Everyone froze in shock, unable to believe what they were witnessing. The room fell silent as everyone watched, waiting to see how this explosive confrontation would unfold. In a voice just as loud and forceful as your, he replied "Well, I don't give a fuck what you think. You're always so high and mighty, acting like you know everything"

The sound of your slap echoed through the cafeteria, causing everyone to gasp in shock and surprise. The impact of your hand against his cheek sent a sharp pain shooting through Rudy's head, and he reeled to the side slightly, rubbing his stinging skin with his fingers.

As you ran away in panic, he stood there, dazed and confused, processing what had just happened. The look of anger in your eyes lingered in his memory, causing a mixture of emotions to churn inside him.

But despite being hurt physically and emotionally, something ignited within him.

While you were busy slamming your door and screaming into your pillow, Rudy was making his way towards your room. His face still flushed from the sting of your slap, his mind was clouded with a mix of anger and arousal.

Rudy burst into your room and slammed the door shut behind him. You walked towards him to tell him to leave but Rudy grabbed your face and kissed you angrily. As your tongues clashed together, the heat of Rudy's kiss seared your lips, and his hands gripped onto your face tightly, refusing to let go.

He deepened the kiss, pushing you against the wall, your bodies flush against each other. His hands roamed over your curves, feeling every inch of your soft skin beneath his fingertips. Without warning, Rudy pulled at your top, tearing it apart in a single swift motion. The sudden movement caused your breasts to spill out from underneath, he groaned in appreciation at the sight of them.

His hands wandered over your exposed chest, squeezing and massaging your nipples firmly between his finger tips while he continued to devour your lips with his aggressive kisses.

He grabbed your chin and growled into your ear "Get on your fucking knees". His voice is low and commanding. Without hesitation, you complied, dropping down onto your knees in front of him. The sudden submission caused a surge of arousal to course through his veins, he couldn't help but grunt in approval. His hand never left your chin as hi undid his trousers.

"Open that pretty little mouth"

You swallowed hard, anticipation filling every cell of your body. As his trousers fell to the ground, revealing his hardened cock, you parted your lips, ready for whatever he had in store for you.

He guided his cock towards your waiting lips, hovering just inches away from entering your warm, wet mouth. With a final nod of determination, he pushed forward, sliding into your welcoming throat with a satisfying slide. He began to thrust into your willing mouth, Rudy took it slow. Savouring the feel of your warmth mouth enveloping him but hearing the unmistakable sound of you gagging, it only served to fuel his desire further.

He increased his pace, driving himself deeper into your throat with each powerful stroke, his hips bucking widely as he lost himself completely in the moment. The sound of your gagging echoed around the room, adding another layer of intensity to the already intense scene, his hand wrapped around your hair tightly.

You undid you own trousers and began rubbing your clit through your underwear, the duel stimulation making you loose track of time. As you sucked on Rudy's cock, your fingers traced circles around your clit, gradually increasing the speed and pressure. Seeing you touch yourself, Rudy's own climax approached with alarming speed. This thrusts became more erratic and intense. The grip of your hair tighten more, domination you completely as him orgasm built up inside him.

Just as he felt himself nearing release, Rudy released a feral growl and erupted into your willing mouth. Your hungry swallowing action ensured none of his cum went to waste. For several moments afterward, he remained buried deep within your mouth, panting heavily and catching his breath before finally pulling out of your wet lips, leaving them dripping with saliva and cum.

With one swift motion, he bent down and threw you onto the bed. You landed with a soft thud, the mattress absorbing most of the impact. You both removed any remaining clothes, discarding them carelessly on the floor. Rudy stood naked before you, his muscular form displayed proudly for you to see, the tattoos and scars adorning his body added an air or danger to his appearance.

He flipped you onto your back and lifted your ass up in the air, baring your pussy to his hungry gaze. His hands gripped your hips tightly as he positioned himself behind you, the head of his cock rubbing against your wet entrance. Normally he takes his time with you, slowly stretching you out until you are perfectly prepared for his thick cock. However, tonight was different - instead of taking things slow, he decided to show you who was in control by slamming into you without any warning.

"Mierda"

His cock plunge deep into your waiting pussy with a loud thud, immediately hitting your cervix and causing you to cry out in surprise. He didn't pause for even a moment, continuing to drive himself into you relentlessly, the motion sending waves of pleasure coursing through both of your bodies. With each powerful thrust, he reminded you who was in charge here, using his superior size and strength to dominate your body completely.

"Tu perra" Rudy's voice was harsh and cruel as he spoke to you, his words laced with anger and lust. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking it roughly and forcing you up so that your back was pressed against his chest.

"Slapping me in front of the recruits. The Colonel"

His arm wrapped around your waist to keep you upright while the other hand wrapped around tightly around your throat, cutting off any chances of escape or protests. He squeezed tightly enough to make you gasp for air, emphasizing his complete control over you.

"I thought you liked my hands on you, I thought you liked me being rough. This. This is nothing" you gasped, egging him on. You knew you were playing a dangerous game but you've never seen Rudy take control, you wanted to see how far he would push you.

As he moved inside of you, his cock slamming against your cervix over and over again, he glared down at you with a mixture of disdain and desire. "You think you can play games with me?" he growled menacingly, his voice low and dangerous. "Yes" you smirked.

Rudy's eyes narrowed as he registered your defiance. He pulled out of your pussy with a sudden jerk, leaving you feeling empty and vulnerable. In one swift motion, he flipped you onto your back, pinning your arms above your head with one hand while the holding onto the base of his throbbing cock with the other.

His gaze locked onto yours, and he leered down at you. "You want to play games with me? Fine", he growled, his voice is dangerous. "Let's see how much you can take"

"Try me"

Rudy grinned wickedly, his eyes glinting with a mix of excitement and malice. He brought your legs over his shoulder, putting you into the mating press, the tip of his cock teasing at your entrance. He pushed forward, driving into your pussy with brutal force. The sensation of being filled so completely by his cock sent shockwaves of pleasure and pain coursing through your body.

His hand found home around your throat again. "You stupid, disrespectful whore," he growled, his accent thickening with anger. He tightened his grip around your throat, chocking you slightly as he held you in place.

With each relentless thrust of his hips, he showed you exactly how little regards he had for your comfort.

Rudy's eyes flashed with hunger as he heard your moans of assent, his his pounded against your body in an unrelenting rhythm, his balls slapping against your ass with each impact. The combination of pleasure and pain caused by his relentless fucking left you breathless.

You started whimpering as you were nearing your climax but Rudy showed no signs of slowing down, continuing to drive into you with merciless force, ignoring your pleas.

Rudy's hand moved away from your throat just long enough to capture you lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue pushing past your parted teeth and delved deeper into your mouth. Your orgasm finally crashed over you in a torrent of release.

"Fuck" you cried out

He continued to slide in and out of your wet pussy with brutal precision, each stroke sending new waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Rudy took full advantage of your vulnerability in the aftermath of your orgasm and drove himself deeper into your waiting pussy. Rudy's hand moved up to cup your breast, squeezing it roughly and teasing the nipple with his thumb before releasing it with a harsh tug.

Rudy placed you in the louts flower, wrapping one arm around your waist, pulling you tightly against his chest while he used the other hand to fondle your breasts roughly, squeezing them and teasing your sensitive nipples with his fingers. Your pussy was still quivering from your recent climax, and the combination of the stimulation provided by his hand on your breasts and the pressure of his throbbing cock against your entrance sent shivers of pleasure and anticipation racing through your body.

You wrapped your arms around his neck. "I-I'm sorry" you sobbed. Rudy smiled devilishly as he heard your apology, which only served to egg him on further. He knew exactly what he was doing - purposefully overstimulating you to push you to the brink of insanity.

His hand moved from your breast to gently trace patterns along your inner thigh, teasing your sensitive skin and leaving behind a trail of goosebumps. The other hand remained anchored around your waist, holding you tightly against him as he continued to fuck you mercilessly.

As he pounded into you with unrelenting force, Rudy's voice dropped to a low whisper, his words barely audible over the sound of his hips slamming against yours. "You're not sorry," he growled. "I-I" you moaned "I am Rudy".

Rudy's grip on your hair was firm but gentle, allowing him to pull your head back just enough so that he could look deeply into your eyes. His lust-filled gaze locked onto yours, consuming every last bit of your attention as he pounded into you with relentless ferocity.

"Mh fuck. Yesyesyes" you sobbed.

Rudy's grunts was filled with satisfaction as he heard your cries of pleasure, his hips driving into you with even more force now that he had captured your complete attention.

His free hand moved from your waist to gently caress your cheek, tracing lines of fire along your skin as he watched your body react to his rough treatment. With each brutal thrust, Rudy's cock buried itself deeper within your wet pussy, his balls slapping against your ass with each impact. The sound of his hips hitting against your thighs added to the erotic atmosphere surrounding you two.

Rudy's moans grew hoarse with desire as he felt himself nearing his climax, his hips picking up speed and intensity as he neared the edge. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you even closer to him and muffling your cries of pleasure with a hungry kiss.

His cock pulsed inside of your pussy, spurting hot streams of cum deep within your womb as he released himself completely, lost in the moment of shared ecstasy.

As they both climaxed together, Rudy's fingers dug into your skin, leaving marks that would serve as a reminder of their shared experience, while his hips continued to slam against your thighs in a desperate attempt to prolong the pleasure for as long as possible.

"Rudy" you screamed. His name echoed through the room like a battle cry, his voice raw and primitive as he roared out his release alongside yours. He clenched your waist tightly, his cock throbbing inside of your pussy as he emptied himself into your waiting depths.

The sound of their combined cries filled the air, mixing with the slapping noise of his hips as he finally let go and surrendered fully to the sensations coursing through his body.

For a brief moment, time seemed to stand still, and then reality slowly crept back in as they both rode out their mutual climaxes, breathing heavily and panting with exertion. In that moment, there was nothing but the two of you, connected by more than just flesh and desire.

Rudy lifted you off him and gently laid you down beside him, his cock still pulsing and twitching as he laid down beside you. He pulled you close to his chest, wrapping an arm around your waist and kissing your neck tenderly, his voice a whispered mixture of praise and affection.

As he held you close, he ran his fingers lightly up and down your hip, creating a soothing rhythm that contrasted with the intensity of their previous encounter. Rudy looked down at you with concern etched across his face, his expression softening as he saw how exhausted and spent you looked.

"Are you okay? Did I go too far?," he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern. You turned and faced him with a lazy smile. You brought your hand up to cradle his face "I'm fine Rudy, I enjoyed it" you reassured him before bringing him for a sweet yet gentle kiss.

He returned your sweet kiss, their lips meeting in a tender moment of intimacy that contrasted sharply with the intensity of their earlier encounter. As they lay there, side by side, the afterglow of their passionate session still lingering between them, Rudy took a moment to appreciate how beautiful you really were.

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sofasoap · 8 months

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Love at first sight - Epilogue

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

Summary: Two love birds finally got together. To the relief of everyone.

Part I, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4,Part 5,Part 6

Warning: E Rating. Smutty smut. inaccuracies to medical and military related. discussion of injury.

A/N: @siilvan , thank you for being a wonderful Beta-reader *hug* @jynxmirage for giving me daily encouragements of sending me picture of delicious Bayardo De Murguia to keep me going :) Thanks to @okayyadriana and @saltofmercury helping me with Spanish words :) if there are any mistakes. Please blame me not them.

“masterlist”

You stayed on with the Los Vaqueros In Las Almas after Rudy was cleared to be discharged from the hospital.

Approaching Price a few days after in private, you were nervous as you put in a request to stay on for a bit longer while the rest of the team moved on to another mission back in Europe soon.

“I know this is a very selfish request, Captain..” You look down at your boot, feeling guilty abandoning your team while they need you. But you can’t walk away from him this time. Rudy still needs you to look after him, or so you try to justify it. More like you need him to heal your guilty conscience.

Price observed you in silence for a few minutes, brows furrowed. At last he jerks his head towards the outside, indicating to you to follow him.

The sun is slowly setting, a few soldiers returning from their patrols and training. Everything seems so tranquil and peaceful compared to the near death mission the squad was sent to a few weeks ago.

Taking out a cigar he stashed away in his vest pocket, he lit it up, and took a slow drag before turning to you.

“You've been burying yourself in work non-stop for the last few months Mini. Is this why?” He didn’t point out what exactly he was asking about.

But, you know what he is implying.

Kicking a bit of dirt on the ground and swiping the little gravel away for no reason, you let out a little grunt, acknowledging his question.

“Stay as long as you want. You have trained your team well, Dr. MacTavish.” He chuckled as you pouted like a child, he knows you don’t like to address you with the title. “I’m sure they can handle the boys without you.” He pats you on the shoulder. “Take a good break, but I don’t know how much rest you are going to have fussing over him.”

“I’ll try to behave…” You replied sincerely, finally feeling a bit of weight lift off your shoulders. “Thank you, Captain. It means a lot to me.”

Patting you on the shoulder with a fatherly smile, “Go chase your happiness, Mini. You deserve it.”

Leaning back against the wall, you close your eyes and listen to the faint sound of music and singing that could be heard from the mess hall from a distance away, as the Task force and Los Vaqueros soldiers celebrate another successful mission under their belt after months of hard work.

A shadow appears in front of you. Looking up, you saw Rudy standing in front of you, eyebrows raised, silently asking for permission.

Patting the ground beside you and inviting him to sit down, you share the brief silence.

This is probably the only time the two of you have spent time alone in the last few months, without anyone else hovering about.

To Rudy’s dismay, Alejandro forced his second in command to take an extensive break after his return from hospital.

“Rest. You nearly died in my arms, hermano. I am sure your mother will be happy to have you at home for more than one day in a few weeks.” He commented. Alejandro turned towards you and patted you on the shoulder, “I’ll get Dr. MacTavish here to check up on you, so don’t you worry about your injury.”

Mama Parra was ecstatic to see you return along with her son. You were quite touched by how the whole family welcomed your return. Camila gave you a knowing look after giving you a hug.

“Thank you for saving my brother. And, please, look after him from now on.”

The tender look he gives you everytime you go over to change his bandages, and the desire he couldn’t keep hidden sipping through when you glide your hands, deliberately across his well defined ab. You linger your hand around his pelvis area, boldly caressing the slight bit of hair showing above his pants. Oh how his eyes darken as you flash him a sly smile, teasing him.

If only he wasn’t still recovering from his near fatal wound. If only there weren’t people always out and about in the house.

Both of you would have given in to the desire, right there and then.

But his mother would always poke her head into the room every time, fussing about and pulling you out to feed you with delicious meals, trying to show you the family photos, and with your rudimentary understanding of Spanish language, along with Rudy and Camila’s translation, Mama Parra loved telling you all the family history and childhood stories of Rudy and his siblings, and all the havoc him and Alejandro caused when they were young.

You often catch Alejandro looking at the two of you, rolling his eyes while shaking his head, exasperated that the two of you are behaving like love sick puppies yet again.

“Are you two going to make a move on each other or not?” Alejandro asked you once, when you were dropping off the health assessment reports in his office. “You know there is a betting pool happening amongst the team to see when…”

You ran out of the office in a flash, not even waiting for his sentence to finish, utterly mortified.

Rudy breaks the silence first as he softly calls out your name. Turning slightly to face him.

“Cariño. Mi vida.” The tips of your ears burn as he addresses you in such an intimate manner. How would it feel if he called out like that when he was buried inside you…? “What are you thinking?” He whispered, his beautiful brown orbs filled with sadness. “Are you… are you thinking of leaving again?” Your heart clenched with pain as he looked at you with the same nervousness and distress you saw the night at the hospital. You realise the two of you haven’t sat down and discussed the future, where to move on from here. No wonder the poor man is feeling so insecure.

“Oh love.. no.. no don’t think that.” Gently cupping his face, you pull him down towards you to lean against his forehead. “I am not leaving you. Ever again. No matter what happens. I am sorry I haven’t been clearer.” You apologised as you leaned close to give him a gentle kiss on the cheek. “...well, barring from getting sent out for missions…” You added hastily.

You feel tension dissipate from him as you give him your words of reassurance. Taking one of his hands, you put it over your heart.

“This will be yours from now on. And this,” You put your hand over his rapid beating heart, “I hope I have the honour for this to be mine.” You drop down to a whisper, suddenly timid.

“From the moment I laid my eyes on you, I had already devoted my heart to you. I never expected you to return my feelings. I was happy to watch you from afar, assist you whenever I could; seeing that bright smile appear on your face is all that matters to me. I never expected anything in return.”

You were taken aback by his comment. You knew he had feelings for you quite early on, but from the moment you arrived at Las Almas? You didn’t quite expect that. Silently pining for you, doing what he does the best, assisting you in the background. You realise everytime the medical team has requested something, it would be done right away in the next few days. You got a complaint? Rudy would sort it out straight away.

“All done, as per your request.” You remember his soft smile and his shyness everytime he reported back to you.

It was all for you.

“Rudy… oh, Rudy…” You lamented. The guilt is hitting you again.You couldn’t stop the tears streaming down your face now. “I am so sorry… so sorry…”

“Cariño, it’s not your fault. You did what you thought was right at the time, and I don’t blame you for that.” He pulls you into his embrace, kissing you lightly on your head. “I admit, I was quite heartbroken, but I do understand. Duty over heart. And the distance would have made it hard.” Closing his eyes, he chuckled slightly. “I buried myself in work, trying to put it all behind me. That accidental phone call? It reignited my hope. Brought back the ache again.”

Resting your head in the crook of his neck, you enjoy the closeness, his scent, as he lightly rocks you back and forth to the music in the distance, slowly processing his words.

“I love you, mi vida. I love you so much.” He whispered into your ears. “You are so beautiful. So strong, so fierce, so loyal…” He pulled himself away slightly to face you as he took in a deep breath.

“Would it be too much to ask, for you to be mine?” He pleaded, desperately searching for an answer in your eyes.

You wrap your arms around his neck with a soft smile, “You already have my heart,” You whispered as you tipped your head up to give him a gentle kiss on his lips. “And you have my permission to take my body as yours, too.”

With that reply, he leaned down towards you for another kiss, pouring all his emotion and heart into it. You can feel both of your bodies heating up as you nudge his lips open with your tongue, teasing him.

Abruptly, he pulls you away, panting, and jerks his head towards the main building. “My room. Not here.” That was all he could get out with his mind semi-frazzled from the kiss. You nodded your head frantically as both of you made your way towards the said destination.

As the two of you passed through the mess hall towards the officer’s quarters, you thought you saw Alejandro’s quick wave and smirk. Must be your imagination?

You couldn’t help but circle your arm around his waist as he shakily tried to open the door to his resting quarters. Hands meander around his body, teasing him a little, feeling his broad muscles, his back, and coming to a stop as you palm his semi hard package underneath his trousers. As soon as the door opens, he turns around and pulls you in, and kicks the door closed. You pull him down by his collar for another kiss, desperate to show him how much you want him, to soothe his worries and doubt.

You push him to sit down on the bed, both of you still catching your breath from the heated kiss and dash.

“Please, mi amor… please, show me how you like it. Where you want me to touch…” He looks up at you, hands roaming up and down your body, voice dropping into a husky and lustful whisper.

You lower yourself to straddle him, feeling his hardness through the fabric. Rolling your hips slightly, you hear his breath catching slightly, holding back a groan.

You move one of his hands to grab your ass, and the other to slide under your top, towards your breast. “Anywhere you like, love,” You swallow thickly, body filled with want. You want him. Anywhere. Everywhere. “Just show me what your deft fingers can do.” You purred as you looked at him through half hooded eyes. .

You always wondered what it would feel like to have his hands on you after seeing him playing the guitar that night. The beautiful nimble fingers gliding up and down the fretboard, plucking away on the strings.

Standing up again to let him have better access to your lower region, he fumbles slightly as he unbuttons your pants and glides in between your pants and underwear. You let out an unrestrained moan as you feel his finger skate over your clit, before it reaches your already soaking opening.

“That’s it, my love..more… I want to feel more of you there…” You gasped and demanded as you rolled your hips with his moment. Another finger followed without hesitation, and another, until you feel stretched full of him pumping slowly in and out of you.

His thumb languidly circles your clit as you dig your nails into his shoulder, back arched and screaming his name, not caring if the whole barracks hears you enjoying the first orgasm your lover has given you.

You look down at him with your watery orbs, breathing still short and fast as you come down from the blissful high he has just given you. He pulled his fingers out of you and slipped them in his mouth.

“I want to taste more of you.” He hummed as he slowly licked his fingers, cleaning up the cum juice you drenched him with. “My mouth against your beautiful soaking wet cunt, making you happy…”

Oh, you have definitely flipped a switch on. Gone is the shy Rudy, now Rodolfo Parra, the same confidence and passion shining through his eyes that you saw from him that night playing his guitar, is requesting to please you once again. Or, is that a thinly veiled demand?

Either way, you welcome the change.

Leaning down to pull him into an open mouthed kiss, you speak against his lips.

“You will have a lot more chances for that later on, my love.” You smirked as you pushed his shoulder, making him fall back onto the bed. You kneel on the bed, legs on each side of his body. “Now, it’s my turn to give you some pleasure, as you have just given me.” You position yourself comfortably sitting on his thighs, before you start to unbutton his shirt.

Peppering kisses on his chest, your eyes soften as your hand carrases over the healed scar from months ago. That pain in your heart is still as fresh as the day you barely pulled him back from death’s door step.

“Still hurting?” You murmured as you traced your fingers over the most critical spot. “Occasional phantom pain, but I am alright now. Thanks to you.” He reassures you as he runs his hand up and down your arm.

Continuing down his body, your hands shake with excitement like a child opening a present on Christmas day, eager to see what is hiding underneath.

Your smile broadens as you pull his pants down, his impressive girth finally appearing. You heard him groaning as you gently grabbed his length, pumping it a few times before taking it with your mouth.

Rudy gasps and moans as you work away, teasing him with your tongue, sucking the tip and kneading his balls lightly. He grasps the bed sheet hard as he blabbers away in Spanish, too fast for you to follow. He took you by surprise as he let out an almost half whimper-half sob before you felt the hot cum coating the inside your mouth. You lapped it all up and swallowed keenly as he rode out the rest of his orgasm.

“I… I am sorry, mi amor. I couldn’t hold it in any longer...” He apologised profusely, clearly embarrassed. You climb back up towards him. “I am glad I have that effect on you, Cariño.” You hushed him as you showered him with kisses on his face and patted his chest.

His eyes glitter as you use the endearment in his mother tongue. “I should feel honoured that I can make you come so quickly. Now,” You stripped the rest of your clothing off. “Show me what you can do with that impressive thing inside me.”

Rudy claimed shyly he isn’t as experienced as you, but oh boy. His attentiveness, his eagerness, how much he wanted to give you a good time, all made up for it.

His hands couldn’t stop touching you, caressing you as he slowly thrusted in and out of your aching core, stretching it open, making you quiver and moan out no matter what angle and position he went for. As if the two of you were made for each other, meant to be. Your soulmate.

The two of you finally drifted to sleep, round after round of pleasure and orgasms, with his arm around you, holding you close to his chest. Afraid to let go, afraid for you to disappear again.

The whole mess hall erupted into cheers and whistles as both you and Rudy walked in, taking both of you by surprise.

You hid your face in Rudy’s shoulder, abashed by the sudden attention both of you were getting.

Rudy, calm as always, ignored all the teases as he gently took your hand, which incited another round of cheers as he led you to the back table where Alejandro and your team was sitting at the moment for breakfast. He sat you down first before murmuring into your ear and pressing a soft kiss to your cheek, heading towards the serving area to grab food for both of you.

“I hope you two had a good time last night.” Alejandro smiled as he pushed the jar of sugar towards you.

“HOW–” You nearly spilled out the coffee that you were pouring into the mug.

“Why did you think the officer’s quarters were so quiet last night?” Alejandro smirked with a knowing look.

Blistering hell, he knew. He ordered people to stay away from the sleeping quarters. You wondered why the usually busy hallway was void of people as the two of you dashed towards his bedroom.

Another soldier sitting across from you laughed. " Ah, don't be so shy. We were all rooting for you and our Sergeant Major. And, you know what they say?? Tell her, mi hermanos, mi hermanas!!"

“Save a horse, ride a Vaquero!” The whole mess hall shouted in unison.

You just want to dig a hole in the ground and hide.

“...Captain.” You mumbled at Price. “Have you got Nikolai’s contact? Please ask him to take me away from this horrible embarrassment.” You buried your face in your hands. Now how are you going to face all of them?

“Might be a good idea, so we don’t have to hear your screams every night.” Soap mumbled as he took a sip of his coffee.

OH great, now your brother is talking about your sex life. Something just snapped inside you. Stuff this. If they are so interested in your life, you might as well….

Slamming your mug onto the table, you stood up on the bench, whistling to catch everyone’s attention.

“Since all of you are so interested in our love life, yes, the Sergeant Major and I finally shagged last night.” You heard your brother spitting out his coffee while Ghost thumped his back, Gaz laughing his head off. “And, ladies, his fingers are just as good, if not better than all of you imagined.” Gasps and giggles could be heard amongst the crowd. Out of the corner of your eyes, Rudy froze mid-motion while picking up some toast from the toaster, soldiers around him slapping his back and elbowing him, teasing him.

“Mini…” You heard Price trying to interject, but you held out your hand towards your captain, stopping him.

“Last, but not least, I love him, and he is off the market people! Take this as a warning, no one touches MY MAN!”

Jumping down from your bench, you walk down the aisle between the refectory tables, as if doing a victory walk between the cheering and clapping soldiers, towards Rudy, who’s now blushing from head to toe, hearing your public declaration.

“There. I think that will stop anyone from gossiping about us.” You stop in front of your lover, as he leans into the crook of your neck, feeling the heat radiating off his skin.

“Ah, querida… What am I going to do with you.” He asked, followed by a sigh.

“Well, one thing for sure, you aren’t going to get rid of me, because I am going to stick around for quite a long time.” You replied as you wrapped your arm around his torso.

“Good.” He put his plates down to the side and proceeded to lift you up high. “Because you are mine forever, mi hermosa.”

“... how much did you bet on them?”

“A hundred pounds, But that’s because I had insider information.”

“Mierda.”

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isabella-kr · 1 year

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Saucy Kisses

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Synopsis: Sauce on the the side of the mouth and miscommunication don’t mix well; someone ends up getting a smooch on their cheek.

Pairing: Taskforce 141, Los Vaqueros, Valeria, Gromsko & König x GN!Reader

Warnings: None

Note: I haven’t done headcannons in a long while so bear with me

General Masterlist I COD:MWII Masterlist

John Price

You were happily chatting, eating and drinking in a pub with the gang when he suddenly nudged you with his elbow.

Confused, you looked over at him, your brows furrowed as you took a sip of your drink

He had an amused look on his face, a small smile pulling at the corners of his lips when he tapped the side of his mouth.

What?

He tapped his mouth again, hoping you’d get the hint as he went back to stabbing his food with a fork.

Shrugging, you leaned over towards your captain and placed a small kiss on his cheek.

It was safe to say you’ve never seen the man so shocked in his life. His eyes were widened, and mouth ajar as he stared at you.

Shaking his head, he tapped his cheek once again and pointed at you.

This time it clicked, and as embarrassment flushed over you, you grabbed a napkin and wiped the sauce off your face.

“I am so sorry, sir,” was all you could say.

He just shook his head, “You’re alright.”

You hadn’t looked at the captain for the rest of the night, hoping to eventually forget this ever happened.

But the world seemed to be against you that night, because the boys had definitely seen the exchange unfold, and they would be damned if they let you forget it that easily.

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

The lieutenant wasn’t eating anything that night at the pub. His mouth was fully covered by his mask, but he settled at occasionally sipping on the alcoholic drink he got himself.

The gruff sound of your name leaving his mouth was what caught your attention, causing you to snap your head in his direction.

Although his face was covered, the slight glint in his eye revealed his good mood.

As his eyes look into yours, he tapped on the side of his mask - right next to his mouth.

Confused, you titled your head to the side.

He tapped it again, watching as the information swam in your head.

The lieutenant wants a kiss? Bet.

He didn’t expect you to lean over and place a kiss on his mask, and froze for a short while in surprise. His eyes quickly narrowed, however, and you were met with a harsh glare.

The stern gaze sent shivers down your spine, and you quickly realised you might have misunderstood his gesture.

As his eyes moved from yours and down to your mouth, your hand followed, feeling the sauce on your skin.

Your eyes almost jumped out of your sockets, and you reached for a napkin in lightning speed.

You could feel his eyes on you at random times throughout the evening, and you wanted nothing more than to melt into nothingness.

Johnny ‘Soap’ MacTavish

Soap was hungry. Starving. That much was clear from how quickly he shoved the food in his mouth.

It was therefore no wonder that some sauce ended up on his cheek, taking its place right beside his mouth.

You could barely contain your grin when you tapped him on his shoulder, shaking your head with a laugh and tapping on your own cheek when he looked at you.

He looked down at your mouth and raised his brows.

You tapped your mouth again before reaching for your drink, pausing when you felt his lips connect with your cheek.

Are you kidding me right now?

By the time you looked over at him, he was back to scarfing down his food.

“Soap, no!” You laughed, “You’ve got something on your face.”

He almost choked at the realisation and quickly wiped the substance off his cheek.

When he looked at you again, however, neither of you could help the laughter that escaped you.

You were on the verge of tears, hyena-like laughter causing everyone to stare at you, but you didn’t care.

Your stomachs hurt, and you leaned on one another at ridiculousness of the situation.

After some time, the laughter died down; but for the rest of the night, every time you two made eye contact, you couldn’t help the small giggles that got past your lips.

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick

Gaz was barely awake whilst he ate.

He looked miserable; his eyes half-closed and mouth barely opening as he placed the food in his mouth.

You couldn’t even laugh when the sauce smeared on the side of his mouth.

You whispered his name, and tapped on your cheek when he looked your way.

The first time, it didn’t fully register with him what it was you were pointing at. But when a look of acknowledgement appeared in his eyes the second time, you went back to eating your own food.

You should have been more clearer with him, because with half-lidded eyes, he leaned over and placed a soft kiss on the side of your mouth.

You were certain the shock was clear on your face, but being too tired to notice, he went back to his food.

“Gaz,” you whispered, cheeks feeling warm as you picked up a napkin from the table. “You’ve got sauce on your face.”

He looked embarrassed when you handed him the napkin, and he quickly wiped the sauce off his face, a quiet ‘thanks’ leaving his lips.

Alejandro Vargas

It was almost tradition to have a celebratory drink after a successful mission.

None of you could help yourselves from ordering some food either, starving after living off of military food for god knows how long

The food was divine, practically melting on your tongue with every bite. It was like the world suddenly stopped existing, and all that was left was you and a plate of heavenly goodness

You were only pulled out of your thoughts when the Los Vaqueros leader cleared his throat beside you

You turned to look at him, confusion growing on your face when he tapped his cheek

Alejandro was attractive, you couldn’t deny that. But was it appropriate for him to ask you to kiss him with your entire squad surrounding you?

When he tapped his cheek again, you shrugged, too hungry to think about it much longer.

You pressed a short kiss against his cheek and stopped, your eyes locking with his as you waited for him to say something

That was what he wanted… right?

He chuckled.

You felt your heart drop when he reached for a napkin and wiped the sauce off your cheek himself.

Your eyes were wide as saucers at that point, “Oh, my god, Alejandro I’m so sorry-“

He only laughed at your panicked look, crumbling the napkin in his hands.

“Eat your food,” he simply told you, the light-hearted tone of his voice calming you down, “before it gets cold.”

Rodolfo ‘Rudy’ Parra

Rudy ate carelessly as he laughed with the team.

It was late in the evening, but the celebration was nowhere near finished. The drinks and food kept coming, more and more gathering on the table you were sat around.

When some sauce smeared on the side of his face, you couldn’t help but laugh

You nudged him with your knee, and once you gained his attention, you tapped your own cheek

He was confused, yes, but there was a certain sparkle in his eyes. When you tapped your cheek again, he leaned forward and placed a kiss right by your mouth

You were dumbfounded. Flabbergasted. Shook.

It was only when Alejandro, from the other side of the table, told him what you were pointing out, that he mirrored your look.

You have never seen anyone move so fast. The napkin was in his hand, and the sauce gone, in mere seconds.

You were both hot at the cheeks with glazed eyes for the rest of the night.

He bit onto his bottom lip every time you made eye contact, and you best believe Alejandro saw every single look shared between you two.

God, his lips were soft.

Maybe you’d feel them again… under different circumstances.

Valeria Garza

It was late in the night when you finally got to eat something.

You were both exhausted, but given your line of work, it was a given.

You were falling asleep, but the hunger you were feeling cause you to carelessly scarf down the food in front of you.

You could hear her click her tongue beside you, but paid it no mind until she said your name.

Glancing over at her, she tapped a finger against her cheek.

Now, in your defence, you were half-asleep and your brain wasn’t braining properly.

So when she tapped her cheek again, you kissed the exact spot she was pointing at.

You couldn’t tell whether she was glaring, or if she was close to laughing at you.

Whatever it was, she wiped the look away and rolled her eyes, handing you a napkin.

You looked at it confused for a short while until it clicked.

You’ve never been more embarrassed, and it was safe to say the minute you finished your meal, you excused yourself and practically ran out of the room.

God, you didn’t know how you were supposed to look her in the eye from then on

Gromsko

It was rare you got to eat a proper meal.

Being constantly sent away on missions, you ate whatever was most filling and not particularly caring about the taste.

So when you got to eat something that was actually good, you couldn’t help but feel as though you were on cloud 9

Your eyes were closed, and you savoured the food you had in front of you

So focused on deliciousness gracing your taste buds, you failed to feel the hard gaze of your coworker

He wondered whether he should say something, only watching as you stuffed your mouth with more food without noticing the smudged sauce on your face

Eventually, he took pity on you and, with a small laugh, he patted your back.

He pointed at his face, his eyes showing nothing but clear amusement

You were confused, too focused on the lingering taste on your tongue

“What?” You had to ask

He pointed at his cheek again, mouthing something, but you couldn’t decipher his words

Blinking once, twice, you leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on the side of his face

He had to bite on his cheek to stop the smile that threatened to pull at the corners of his lips

He almost face-palmed, too; but managed to stop himself from doing so, and instead reached for a napkin and wiped the sauce off your face

You were embarrassed, that much was certain, but that feeling slowly dissipated when you noticed the grin on his face

When you locked eyes, he shook his head again - the look telling you it was okay - as he gestured for you to continue eating

He didn’t have to tell you twice. The food was back in your mouth before he could say, or even think, another word.

König

It was rare to see König without his hood on, so you treasured the sight every time.

Currently sitting in his small room on base, you two ate the yummy food you got yourselves.

It was quiet, the sound of music filling the small small space

When you looked up at him to ask if he could change the song, you paused.

He was already looking at you, his eyes narrowed as a small smirk pulled at his mouth

He pointed at his cheek, but the meaning of the gesture flew over your head.

When he pointed once again, although confused, you leaned towards him and placed a kiss right next to his mouth

He facepalmed. Not metaphorically, but physically. His hand slapped against his forehead, and he dragged it down his face, a deep blush already growing on his cheeks

He pulled out a tissue from beside his bed and handed it to her, pointing it at his cheek once again.

Well, that’s embarrassing.

You reached for your face and wiped the sauce off before throwing the tissue away

The moment it effortlessly landed inside the bin, you both cheered

You might have been embarrassed by the misunderstanding, but König would make sure to make you comfortable once again, though he couldn’t stop thinking about the feeling of your lips against his skin

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icarustypicalfall · 5 months

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Amor Maldectuim

Rodolfo Parra x fem reader

MASTERLIST • AO3

summary: And if you go, who'd else would I tell the myth of existence?

Warm gazes and stories spilled under the moonlight.

Note: This fic means a lot to me, I've been waiting to post it on a full moon, which is tonight. Look closer, and you might see the woman, she is teary, but she'll smile at you, and gift you some of her stones if you tell her about your loved one. <3

"I'd be the last shred of truth in the lost myth of true love"

His hands weave a tale of unspoken promises, as they delicately embrace yours, perfectly fitting together like pieces of a puzzle. The warmth of his coat envelops your shoulders, a comforting shield against the chilly air. You protest, wanting him to keep the fuzzy material for himself, but he refuses, his gaze a blend of sternness and adoration. He kisses you again, stubbornly draping the coat around your form.

You sigh, your voice barely above a whisper, "You'll get sick..."

He grins, shrugging playfully with a cheeky smile. "I don't care, my love. You'll take care of me, won't you?"

His eyes, a mesmerizing shade of cedar, never waver from your gaze. He smiles, drawing you closer to him with a gentle pull.

Rudy never fails to amaze you. He's not one to boast, believing that actions speak louder than words. And indeed, he showers you with his radiant love and tender kisses.

You rest your head on his shoulder, inhaling the familiar scent of his musky cologne, a blend of vanilla and cinnamon that feels like home.

Although you're not originally from Las Almas, the city has become your home, thanks to Rudy. He's not just captured your heart, but your mind and soul as well. In his arms, you've found the missing piece of your heart that completes you.

Rudy's hand trails up your arm, his touch leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake until his palm finds its place on your shoulder, gradually inching upwards to cup your chin. He tilts your head, his thumb gently caressing your lips, as if he's committing the softness of your touch to memory. He takes in your face, as though he's memorizing every freckle and lash, one by one. His gaze is filled with a mix of admiration and awe as his other hand glides down your cheeks and jawline. Leaning closer, his warm breath tickles your lips like a precious elixir, breathing life into you both. Immortals, that's what you became. You were drunk from the potion of love and now remained waisted on what is left.

Rudy whispers, his eyes locked with yours. "The moon..."

"It's beautiful?" you ask, your gaze turning towards the radiant hole of light.

He grins, shaking his head. "It is, mi vida. But I meant, what does it look like to you?"

You gaze up again, torn between your own musings and his thoughts. His lips form a gentle crescent, not as round as the moon above, but just as beautiful and magical. A sight that holds a similar magnificence and worth.

You sighed, leaning closer and resting your head on his shoulder. Rudy instantly pulls you in, his warm embrace serving as a shield against any worries.

Your eyes never leave the luminous surface, and his eyes never leave you.

After a moment of reflection, you finally speak. "It's... pretty. It reminds me of you. Calm, beautiful, sometimes distant and ever-changing, but always there, watching over me."

Rudy coos, a faint blush warming his cheeks as he cups your face, letting his lips meet your forehead for a tender moment. You close your eyes, savoring the blissful connection. You don't need sight to understand the depth of his love for you.

His affection never ceased, nor vanished. So why it should take from a blind man to hold your hand and ask can't you see?

Rudy has always been more than enough.

He pulls away, his whisper against the skin of your neck soothing the goosebumps that rose on your flesh. "When I was young, my abuelita and I used to sit outside the house on warm summer nights. She loved me dearly and always took care of me. I remember one night she told me that the moon is a woman. She pointed at it and said, 'There are her eyes and lips, she is a weeping woman, a beautiful weeping woman, hijo.'

For years, after she passed away, I would stare at the moon, trying to see it as she did. But ever since I met you, it's as if my eyes have finally understood."

He utters, a warm smile gracing his lips as the tears that fell earlier now serve as silent prayers for love, a vow. Your thumb brushes away the pearls of emotion, and he chuckles.

"Does this mean you're happy, Rudy?" you ask, your eyes meeting his once more.

A hint of autumn lingers within his gaze, mingling with memories of seasons long past, creating a captivating blend of cinnamon and damp earth, infused with unwavering devotion.

They say that each person's eyes hold a unique universe, with only two moons orbiting within, wrapped in the void of one's soul. You never truly believed that until your gaze met Rudy's eyes, captivated by the beauty reflected in them.

He shifts, inhaling the fragrance of musky flowers carried by the gentle breeze. It seeps into your skin and whispers ancient promises of lovers from centuries past. Rudy whispers again, his words soft and sleepy, as if he's on the verge of drifting off. "Yes.. I am happy, mi amor... more than you could ever imagine."

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yeyinde · 1 year

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carried currents | Rodolfo Parra x Reader

⇾warnings: light, soft smut. worship. religious imagery in connection to sex. just pure Rudy bliss, y'all. ⇾notes: a very slight continuation of this. it is also just shameless self-indulgence. this man makes me so mushy, so soft. ⇾word count: 2,2K

It's dipped in adoration when his lips brush the inside of your thigh; a whispered gospel against your trembling flesh. Dark eyes—burnt caramel, wet cinnamon—gaze up at you. The dips and peaks in those smouldering depths promise nothing but absolution and reverence.

He touches you like you're something special—a fine seashell plucked from the sandy shores; raw gold powder dusting his fingertips each time he glides them over your sateen flesh. It's too much sometimes—the pure love concentrate feels like it might one day swallow you whole, and you burn with the notion of being spat out on the opposite side, dazed and confused. Left bereft of his skin under your hands, his rapturous gaze on you.

But he won't.

He made it clear with the black box in his pocket, the one he has yet to present to you. It's been there since Alejandro whisked him away one afternoon, eyes burning fiercer than the scorching sun over the Cerro La Mota, and he came back, body buzzing and effervescent, limbs echoing with the clang of elation through his bones. He swept you in his arms, and you felt something in the canyon of his body. A change.

You'd felt it in your marrow when he slung his jacket over the back of the couch, rolling his sleeves up as he made his way into the kitchen.

Want some mole con Chile Guajillo y Ancho tonight, cariño? Alejandro and I went into town and got some fresh pollo y tomate.

You hummed absently as he moved around the kitchen (no, no, go sit; I'll cook tonight—he says it every night, and you always acquiesce), and reached for his jacket. It fell, weighed down by something in his pocket.

Your hands tangled in the hem, and you felt the outline of it tucked away. A secret for him to keep. You folded it back where it was, head spooling with molasses-thick love, a tangled web of cotton over your thoughts. It leaked down to your pericardium where it sits now, even still, congealed in the canyons of your chest.

That was weeks ago. And now—

It's his birthday, and yet he treats the day as if it was yours. Something special for you.

Alejandro made faces at him over the albondigas at dinner, and you pretended you couldn't infer the meaning in their wordless exchange.

Steady, like everything else in his life. He commits wholly, entirely. He gives his all to something and leaves nothing spared.

You don't rush him—the box is going nowhere, and neither are you. A ring on your finger is more so a symbolic object than it is anything tangible. It's not enough to qualify this.

Rudy sits back, watching you—always, always watching you—and the fine dusting of pink on his cheeks makes your belly tingle with a new type of heat. A warmth that spreads from the capillaries in your heart all the way down to your toes. It's a basking warmth; a glow—like the dull, setting sun.

"I—"

He shushes you softly, shaking his head. "No. This is about you, cariño. All for you."

You huff, the words it's your birthday stagnant on your tongue. It doesn't matter to him, not at all. He gives everything. Everything. And this is no different.

His fingers slide under the curve of your knee, opening you up like an offering to Baal.

The only time his eyes flicker away from yours is to stare, wide-eyed and wanting, at the apex of your thighs where he fits like a puzzle.

"Eres tan Hermosa, cariño—," the words stuttered out of his chest; a whispered worble drenched in the tinge of worship.

(Before him, you'd never known what it was like to be revered.)

You gasp his name out in a broken quiver, and he meets you in the middle, groaning your name in the same tone, the same hushed breath. His lips seal over yours, devouring the moans as if he was starved for them.

Kissing him feels like pressing your lips to still water. Baptismal. You feel the filmed surface against your flesh, hot and heady, and open up for him, eager, wanting. His tongue slides over the seam, chasing the spice that lingers between your teeth.

He tastes of bayberry and smells of incense. The elixir makes your head spin when he floods you with his potent miasma. You drink in the tang of heliotrope and mewl at the way he takes you apart with just his kisses—his tongue, his teeth.

"Need you," he pants into your teeth, lips scraping across the ivory. "Need to be inside you."

Your legs spread, ankles locking over his thighs.

"I'm all yours."

And you are. Wholly. Completely. Always. Siempre.

His cock nudges between your folds, slipping inside of you. Each inch feels like a blessing when it parts your flesh like it was made to fit.

Your fingers curl into his firm biceps, your anchor amid a storm of pleasure, as he murmurs words spoken in broken English—chopped declarations of love, of completion, of finding serenity between your thighs.

I was made for you, he says.

And you huff in response, a fractured gasp of pleasure, elation splintered at the seams because you were thinking the same thing.

I was made for you, too.

Two halves, joined.

Rudy slots his hips to yours, bellies flush together, chest to chest, and his lips find yours once more. Interwoven limbs. Connected at all intervals. No gaps in the seams.

(You think of geometry when his flesh slides against yours—a near-perfect fit—and wonder if soulmates really do exist.)

It's a coalescence of pleasure. Silhouetted bliss. You syphon Nirvana from the blunt head that presses into your gummy walls, and suffuse it into his joints until he melts into you. Liquid. Pliant. Giving, always giving.

Another first—you'd never known what making love was until Rudy. Until he split you apart like an old bible, hands running down the scripture of your flesh like it was meant to be followed earnestly and unequivocally. He slips inside genesis and finds Arcady in your pores.

It's a lesson in completion. Devotion.

Each brush of him inside of you feels like whispered matins in a hushed hall. The clang of the organ strummed through the dome of Sainte-Chapelle. It reverberates through you until your bones sing with the aftershock.

You cling to him, echoing his vespers into the plush, warmth of his lips, etching your gospel into his marrow until his eyes darken with empyrean thunderclouds, drenched in his fervour.

He's a slow, methodical lesson in piety. Soft rolls of his hips, cock filling you to the brim, until ichor leaks from the corners of your eyes, and your mouth falls open against his, voice ringing with the shrill song of your unfettered dulia.

He leads you up a staircase into the aether where the cosmos seeps into your flesh, igniting you with stardust and clouds of nebula. It's a steep incline; a meshing of atoms and molecules until the beginning of him and the end of you ceases. Until you're joined together; an elliptical galaxy, a merger.

Rudy sinks into you deeper, his eyes misting cosmic dust that coruscates like fine copper in the radiant ochre haze that leaks in from the open window. He's stunning in bronze, and you're starved for the sun.

Your fingers thread through his damp hair as he ruts into you, pulling him closer into your embrace until he's glued to you. Every atom touches, sparks. He reeks of fougère accord, olibanum, when you breathe him in, gasping in pleasure as he burrows deep inside you, blunt head kissing the seal of your womb.

He speaks hushed words, offerings to Hēdonē, as he splits you apart and makes you whole again with each cosseted roll of his hips.

His name tumbles from the seal of your lips, whispered into the gaps between his teeth. He bites down on it, an answering call that lures you in. Closer. Closer.

His palms are slick when they lift from your hips, catching your wrists in a loose, warm grip. Your fingers spread when his slot between the gaps, hands tugged, and dropped to the pillow above your head.

"Ahhhh, cariño—," his words are a low hiss, a feverish whimper. You swallow it down, and bask in the tang of his surrender. His eyes peel open, gazing at you. Perfect creosote circles, cresting in bliss. "I need you to cum from me—I need you to—"

It brims in your veins, liquid nirvana. He takes you to the edge of the galaxy, and watches as the cosmic wonder flashes across your eyes, hands linked with his as you meet samsara together.

The divot in his brow is drenched in pleasure. Your hands grip his tight as he moves—a gentle current, a cascade—and the valley of bliss carved out in the wrinkles of his forehead makes you ache, make you mould your body, pliant and liquid, into each crevasse carved from porphyry.

He pulls you along, sweeping you through the motions with each steady rock of his body against yours. Full, and soft, and pleasure drunk on a heady elixir of this, of him, you mewl his name, an orison, and find yourself flowing through welkin clouds.

Ecstasy bleeds, molten and liqueur-rich, from each gorge in his canyons, pouring over you, and filling in the gaps that remain. Sealed in euphoria, together in perfect symmetry, he drags you to the very brink until the waves crest, Seabreeze clings to your skin in glimmering droplets.

The clench of you around him, the utterance of his name when it slips through the gap of your teeth, make him groan, make him call out to you in the same tone, the same taste of Elysian Fields on his tongue.

Rudy cums with a bitten-off whimper. A moan, low and satiated, when he spends himself within you. Liquid heat, potent and brassbound in devotion.

It's poetry when he cums, you think, dazed and edging into that precipice of madness and euphoria, hysterical on the slow simmer of fine wine coursing through your veins.

It's scripture, gospel when his eyes drop, mouth pressed tight to the corner of your lips, panting your name in a hymnal chant over and over again as he ruts further and further inside the haven of your body.

You drink him in, catching the fleeting taste of incense on his tongue when he presses his lips to yours, fervid and quivering. Each shudder of his large frame rattles through you like an echo through your hollow valleys, shaking your bones until you're humming with the same tune.

"Cariño," it's a tumultuous quake, an aftershock of potent devotion.

He says nothing else—simply content to enjoy the moment lolling through you.

You huff, tongue sweeping over the sweat beading beneath the curve of his lower lip. Salty-sweet. Lemon zest and cinnamon sugar. You drink him in, eyes heavy set and puddling with the warm ochre glow of his body glued, stuck, to yours.

Your legs lock around his waist. He peppers you in messy, sweaty kisses that make you giggle at the way it tickles your flesh.

It's sunkissed heat. Moments stolen on the veranda in the mid-morning dew. The weight of his hand on your shoulder, the soft ardour in his gaze when it flickers to you. Sipping coffee over a shared plate of huevos rancheros, and watching the sun break through the plume of clouds low over the distant mountains. It's his hand slipping into yours. His arm around your waist when you walk through the streets. His eyes on you, always.

Sneaking kisses just because he can. Touches and brushes of his fingers over your skin until you feel bereft of comfort without his fingerprints on your flesh.

Its—

"Love you," you murmur into the crease of his nose. "So, so much—"

He presses his sweat-slicked forehead to you, eyes burning with the smouldering heat of his love, and says: will you—

You cut him off with a kiss, whispering always into his enamel.

The cut of his grin is drenched in adulation. The sunset over empyreal blue, dusting the Cerro Potosí peaks in bronze. It's superlunary bliss in the palm of your hands, and you echo it with your own.

(You think of cyclicity when he slips the ring on your finger, a perfect fit. His hand in yours, fingers spooled in red thread. You know, then, that soulmates really do exist.)

Alejandro greets you with a tight hug around your middle, head tucked into your neck.

"So, he finally grew some balls, eh?"

He pulls back, slaps Rudy on the shoulder, eyes glowing under the tinted glasses he wears. Rudy meets his gaze, a smile wider than you'd ever seen tugging on his lips. It wobbles. Both of theirs do.

Alejandro sniffs, and turns his head, but it does nothing to stop the mist that gathers along his lash line. Rudy shakes his head, his wrist digging into his eyes. You turn, tucking the private moment into the folds of your heart when you see another wordless conversation play out between them.

After a moment, Alejandro jerks his head around, grinning. "You'll finally be señorita Parra."

Rudy's cheeks dust vermillion. The tension in his shoulders ease as if this, too, was a moment he was savouring.

Your smile is the first touch of sunshine after a monsoon. "I would have waited forever."

"I wouldn't have made you wait that long." His hands are reverent on your waist when he pulls you close, lips glued to your temple. "Aquí estoy, mi alma. Siempre."

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gothicflowers · 1 month

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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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alerudys-bf · 20 days

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☆:.｡thinking 'bout how rudy’s cock too big for his own good ｡.:☆

cw; gn reader, switch reader, minors dni

no matter reader’s gender, that man prefers to bottom, his big dick hanging uselessly as he bounces on your strap/dick, leaking pearly cum against his stomach. his hair sticks to his sweaty forehead and he moans when your fingers just barely manage to close around his thick cock, twisting upwards. if you tease him about being so well endowed but still bottoming he might just die.

"such a big cock and you don’t even know how to use it properly - maybe that’s why I have to show you"

or sucking him off, big hands tangled in your hair, trying to fit all of him into your mouth. he absolutely gets off on the sound of you choking when you’re not even halfway down his cock. he gets so squirmy when you swirl your tongue around his wide head, thighs twitching upwards.

when he fucks you after very lengthy prep, his thrust are uneven both in speed and strength. he's just so overwhelmed by the feel of you being stretched around his dick, you just make him feel so good amor. he just can’t get his head clear enough to pull himself together, too focused on the tight feeling of your walls fluttering around him whenever his big cock twitches and leaks inside of you

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mlmxreader · 5 months

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Meet The Family | Rodolfo Parra x gn!reader, platonic!Kyle Gaz Garrick x gn!reader

『••✎••』

↳ ❝ 90 "You're the only one for me, you know that"

And

84 "You might wanna be quiet, unless you wanna wake everyone up"

With Rudy please? ❞

: ̗̀➛ After far too fucking long, Rudy finally gets the chance to meet your family.

: ̗̀➛ swearing, banter, brief/vague mentions of sexual references, vague allusions to smoking

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You were adamant for your fiance, Rodolfo, to meet your family, and as he had been given time off for the holidays, you figured that it was probably the perfect time for him to meet your family; your step brother, Gaz, had also been given time off for it, and you were excited for him to meet your significant other for once.

Every time you had tried to introduce him to your fiance, something always came up and prevented it, so you were glad that they had both been given time off at the same time. You could only hope that they would get along, really.

But as Rodolfo’s car pulled up to the driveway, you were relatively giddy; your childhood home, where you and Gaz grew up, looked so small these days but maybe that was because you rarely saw it.

Living in Las Almas, you were quite a while away, and you rarely got the chance to visit anymore; you felt bad, but you knew that Gaz popped in whenever he could so you didn’t feel too terrible.

Your hand landed on Rodolfo’s thigh as you sucked in a harsh breath, and smiled at him as you raised your brows.

“Ready?”

He leaned in for a quick kiss, and nodded. “I’m ready… did you pack the Enmolada?”

You nodded as you gestured to the foil covered dish on the back seat. “How could I forget your favourite dish to impress people with?”

He chuckled, getting out of the car and making his way around to your side; you grabbed the dish when he opened the door, and stepped out with a sigh.

“Is your brother here, yet?”

You looked around, and when you noticed Gaz’s beat up, bogey-green Ford Focus, you turned to him with a nod. “His fucking snot-mobile is here, so I’d guess so - unless Mum sent him up the shops.”

“Is that his or-”

“His mother,” you explained, “but our Mum.”

Rodolfo nodded, latching onto your hand as he followed you down the driveway; you didn’t even knock as you entered the house, tugging him along with you. You cleared your throat as you made your way through the hallway, and called out loudly.

“Ma! We’re ‘ere!”

But it wasn’t your mother who greeted you. Instead, Gaz popped his head out from the kitchen, and shook his head.

“Didn’t she text you to say she’d buggered off up Tescos?”

You shook your head, putting the dish down on the countertop as you let go of Rodolfo’s hand in order to hug your brother. “No, but I did notice you still have the snot-mobile.”

Gaz huffed as he hugged you back. “Better than still not being able to drive.”

“Your hair’s too short,” you told him, pushing him away as if he disgusted you. “You need to grow it out.”

“So I need to cut it shorter,” he hummed, grinning.

“You also need to shave,” you pointed out, wiping the pad of your thumb across your top lip. “You’re starting to look like a nonce.”

Gaz rolled his eyes. “You’re the fucking nonce, you keep tomato sauce in the fridge.”

“So does Mum,” you huffed, nudging Rodolfo in front of you. “Anyway, this is Rudy. Rudy, this is Gaz.”

Gaz looked him up and down, then turned to you with a raised brow. “I was expecting a Tom Selleck or Burt Resonalds kinda stache…”

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. “Oh, fuck off.”

“Is he a cowboy?” He asked, raising a brow.

You looked away, but Rodolfo answered for you.

“Kinda, me and Alejando are in charge of the Los Vaqueros,” he explained, “part of the Mexican Special Forces.”

The laugh that Gaz let out was loud and obnoxious. “See?!”

“You’re such a little cunt!” You howled, smacking your brother’s arm.

“It’s not my fault you have a type!” Gaz yelped between laughs. “Do you call him cowboy in bed?!”

You and Rodolfo both fell silent, clearing your throats as you looked down at the floor; but then Rodolfo laughed softly as he shrugged.

“I have a hat…” he mumbled. “Sometimes they wear it…”

Gaz laughed louder, but he was soon cut off when the door opened again; you turned around, and grinned as you ran towards his mother, hugging her tightly as you pressed your face against her shoulder.

“Mum! Gaz is bullying me!”

“Kyle Garrick!” She barked, holding onto you. “Apologise to your sibling!”

Gaz rolled his eyes, huffing as he folded his arms across his chest. “But Mum-”

“No buts!” She snapped. “Apologise!”

Gaz huffed as he shook his head. “Fine, I’m sorry.”

She let you go, keeping her arm around your shoulders as she looked at Rodolfo, smiling politely. “And who is this handsome gent?”

You grinned, quite smug as you poked your tongue out at your brother. He narrowed his eyes at you. “Mum, this is Rudy. Rudy, this is our Ma.”

She shook his hand, humming softly. “Did he bring food?”

Rodolfo nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Ooh,” she grinned. “I like him. You best marry him.”

You looked at Rodolfo with a wink as you nodded. “I’m working on it, don’t worry.”

“Your brother will never marry,” your mother hummed. “He cuts his hair too short.”

You laughed as you glared at Gaz. “Told you!”

“Whatever,” he huffed, putting his middle finger up to you. “At least I can drive.”

“A snot-green car,” you pointed out.

“You did good,” your mother told you, quickly kissing your forehead before breaking away from you. “Gaz, help me put the shopping away.”

“Yes, Mum.”

You smiled smugly at him as he walked past, but once they were out of the kitchen, you grabbed Rodolfo by the waist, and tilted your head. “What’d you think so far?”

“I don’t think your brother likes me,” he admitted quietly. “But your mum seems nice.”

You shrugged, patting his waist gently as you hummed. “Gaz is… he’s standoffish to begin with, but he’s… tolerable.”

Rodolfo nodded and hummed.

You and Rodolfo had to share your childhood bedroom, which was fine, until he went snooping and discovered some of your old photo albums; you laughed at first, sitting on the bedroom floor with him and going through them.

There were plenty of pictures of you and your brother, especially the one where Gaz had dressed up as Freddy Mercury during a school play about the planetary system; but they all made Rodolfo smile and giggle as he went through them with you and listened to you explain them.

The one where Gaz was crying because he had been attacked by a swan. The one where you had been crying because you had found out that the sun was going to blow up in millions of years.

Rodolfo kind of envied it, if he was honest; he didn’t have a brother of his own like that, and he could tell that you and Gaz - despite all the bullying and teasing - really did love each other.

He didn’t have any siblings, but he was glad that you did; he was glad that you knew what it was like, even if he didn’t.

He giggled a little loudly when you playfully shoved him, shushing him quietly.

“You might wanna be quiet, unless you wanna wake everyone up,” you told him, your voice a harsh whisper.

Rodolfo grinned as he pulled you onto his lap, tilting his head to the side as he raised his brows. “I have a way to keep us both quiet.”

You rolled your eyes, grinning as you gently grabbed his face and kissed him softly; you loved how he was always soft with you unless you asked for him to be rough. How he always checked in on you by tapping your waist twice, three times if he wanted to talk privately.

He seemed to know what you were thinking without ever needing to ask, and was always more than happy to have you close; whether that meant having you on his lap or just touching you in some way. If he was close, he was happy.

You had to admit, no one ever made you feel as safe as he did, no one ever made you feel as secure as Rodolfo.

You let your arms rest on his shoulders as you pulled away, gently raking your fingertips through the hair at the nape of his neck.

“You’re the only one for me, you know that,” you murmured softly. “I can’t fucking wait to marry you.”

Rodolfo hummed as he grinned, looking at you as if you were the most priceless object in the world. A masterpiece from an artist like Van Gogh. He hooked his hands under your thighs, drawing little patterns into you with the pads of his thumbs like he always did.

“We still haven’t decided what we’re doing about last names, you know.”

You shrugged as you settled against him, pursing your lips for a moment as you thought about it. “Not gonna lie, I was gonna ask Mum and Gaz about it.”

“We can ask them,” he agreed softly, nodding. “I think Parra-Garrick sounds good, though.”

“You wanna take my name?” You asked quietly, nearly grinning.

Rodolfo nodded. “When I step on that glass, I want to know that I’m never getting rid of you.”

“You can take my name,” you told him softly. “I’m sure Mum would love to hear about it first, though.”

“Probably,” he murmured. “But are you sure you’re okay with that, perrito?”

You nodded, gently running a hand through his hair. “Cariad, I’d be alright even if it was just ten minutes down the registry office in jeans and a manky t-shirt.”

There was a knock at the door, prompting you both to look towards it until Gaz stepped in and sat opposite you with a large grin on his face.

“Parra-Garrick?”

“Gaz, not now,” you huffed, moving so that your back was against Rodolfo’s chest, his hands just above your crotch. “Please?”

“It sounds good,” he told you both with a nod. “Do you have a chuppah?”

Rodolfo cleared his throat as he licked his lips. “Alejandro has it at his home.”

Gaz nodded, glaring at him. “Rabbi?”

“Already sorted,” your fiance replied, “we’ve had everything planned for months.”

Gaz hummed, then laid down on his side, making himself comfortable. “If you break my sibling’s heart, I will hunt you down. I will make you wish you were dead, and I will fucking destroy you. Do I make myself clear?”

“Gaz,” you huffed. “Me and Rudy have been together for fucking ages.”

“And you’re my baby sibling,” he growled out. “It’s my job to look after you. Even Mum says so.”

“I’m a year younger than you,” you growled in return, glaring at him. “I’m twenty-six next year!”

“I’ll be forty-two,” Rodolfo laughed softly.

“Still my baby sibling,” Gaz glared at you as he smiled. “And you always will be. I’ll be eighty-nine and you’ll be eighty-eight, and y’know what?”

“What?” You huffed, trying not to smile.

“You’ll still be my baby sibling,” he grinned. “You ought to decide, anyway.”

You tilted your head to the side, furrowing your brows. “Decide what?”

Gaz gestured to Rodolfo. “If you’re gonna keep him here when Granddad arrives.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Why, what’s wrong with Granddad?”

“When Granddad and Mum get together,” Gaz explained, “it’s like handbags at dawn… they adore each other, but my days, they will fucking argue until the cows come home.”

You nodded slowly, laughing softly. “Fair point.”

“Granddad is our step-grandfather, by the way,” Gaz explained, “he married my beloved sibling’s grandmother… how long ago?”

You shrugged. “You think I fucking know?”

“Too long ago,” Gaz chuckled. “But he loves our Ma, and she loves him.”

“They just also happen to love arguing with each other,” you pointed out with a soft laugh. “It’s like cats and dogs, but they’ll still sit down together and have a cuppa.”

“Speaking of which,” Gaz mused, pursing his lips for a moment. Rodolfo noticed that you did the same thing when you were about to suggest something. “Fancy a quick one?”

You hummed as you stood up, helping Rodolfo to his feet. “I could do - Rudy?”

He nodded, slinging his arm around your shoulders. “Yeah, why not?”

“You’re rolling, cunt-face,” you mused, nodding at your brother.

Gaz rolled his eyes. “Only because you can’t.”

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madlittlecriminal · 5 months

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Saw requests for Rudy open and I'd like to req. an NSFW alphabet. Thanks

NSFW Alphabet ⤍ Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra

Warnings: mentions of the following: praise kink, breeding kink, bondage, dom/sub dynamic (switch), roleplay kink, cock ring

my god, do y'all think Bayardo knows how much we love Rudy? 🫠

nah, i just saw him play piano on his instagram story. AND THEN THE TATTOOS?! yeah, i was melted butter

this is also my first ever nsfw alphabet

A: Aftercare (what they’re like after sex):

He loves taking care of you afterwards. He'll wipe you and himself clean before prepping a bath for the both of you before holding you close to him and telling you how good you were. After the bath, depending on the time of day, he'd cuddle you and trace shapes on your back until you fall asleep or prep a decent snack for you to keep you energized for the rest of the day.

B: Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Rudy's favorite for him would probably be his hands. He does pretty much everything with them, but he loves that he could touch you and make you feel good with them in and out of the bed. He loves it when he caresses your cheek, and you lean into his touch with a smile. His favorite body part for you would have to be your thighs. No matter how thin or thick they were, he loved tracing his fingers along them in and out of bed.

C: Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He loves cumming inside you, but when you look up at him after swallowing his cum, he groans as he wipes the access off the side of your mouth from what couldn't fit.

D: Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He goes absolutely feral when you pull on his dog tags. While you knew he liked it, you had no idea how it made him because on the outside, he'd be calm and only kiss you. On the inside? He was constantly telling himself to relax because he wanted to cum right then and there while being deep inside you.

E: Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He knows what he's doing when it comes to sex, but he's also an experimentalist. He'd be down to try anything new with you.

F: Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Rudy loves missionary and cowgirl. Not only because you joking told him "well, riding a cowboy does save horses..." but also because he loved looking at your face and how seeing how beautiful it looked as he pleased you.

G: Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

I feel like he's a mix of both; while he could be serious, he definitely didn't mind some dumb things to make you laugh. There was one time he made you laugh while sliding into you, it quickly turned into a moan when he bottomed out.

H: Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Yes, they match, but he'd keep it trimmed or shaven, but not to the point where he was completely bare.

I: Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He's so gentle. He'll ask you if you're okay and would praise you so much. He'd kiss you, his dirty talk would be so gentle and he'd switch from both English and Spanish. Even if you knew Spanish, something about his Spanish drove you insane, especially with how gentle he'd be with his words.

J: Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He'd only do it if he was away from you or if you just weren't in the mood. He would never pressure you which is what you loved about him. He'd quickly leave and hop in the shower before jerking off.

K: Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Again, he's an experimentalist, but he loves the dom/sub dynamic. He's a switch, so he has no problem switching for you if that's what you're into. However, he also loves bondage, and he has a breeding kink. If you weren't into that, he'd wear a condom without an issue or he'd pull out and cum either on your stomach or on the bedsheets but made sure it wasn't near your entrance. He was also into roleplay.

L: Location (favorite places to do the do)

Rudy is a simple man, so his favorite would be either the bedroom or the shower.

M: Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Literally you. Just looking at you turns him on. He thinks you're perfect. Other than that, he loved the make out sessions you'd both have. The slow and sensual kisses you both would be giving and the sounds the came with it was enough to drive him insane.

N: No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I feel like he just wouldn't be into anything you weren't. He wanted you to be comfortable and if you didn't like certain things, he just knew he wouldn't like it either.

O: Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He's a giver. Yes, he loves being on the receiving end, but something about getting you off made him feel fantastic. Just hearing you moan and whimper, feeling you grip his curls, the way your thighs would squeeze around his head or even how your legs would spread farther apart. Whichever way you'd react to it, he wouldn't care. As long as he could get you to orgasm over and over again, he didn't care.

P: Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He'd be slow and sensual for sure, but if there were ever moment where you both wanted more or if the roleplay you were doing caused him to be a little rough, he would. He had no problem going rough when you wanted it, but he wasn't always a rough sex kind of guy.

Q: Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

They don't happen often because he would much rather take his time and making you feel good, but if it ever came down to it, it would usually be if it was going to happen, it would probably be when you both were in the mood in the morning and he had gotten a call for a last-minute mission or if you were both feeling risky.

R: Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He takes risks. Kind of like above, he'd go for quickies in the bathroom of one of his family member's houses if you were both in the mood. He doesn't mind experimenting, especially with edging. Seeing you practically begging him to keep going as you whimper does something to him that he can't explain.

S: Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can pretty much go round after round, but he lets you both take a small break before continuing. Unless you tell him to stop, he can pretty much on for hours, especially if he was pussy drunk.

T: Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

If you owned toys, he'd use them on you. If you didn't own any but made a comment saying you wanted to use them, he'd take you shopping to get some. Hell, he might get himself a cock ring.

U: Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves teasing you. He'd usually whisper sweet nothings or run his fingers down up and down your thigh. Sometimes he'd even let you sit on his lap, and he'd kiss your neck.

V: Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's not loud, but he'll definitely moan in your ear and groan as well. If you told him that his noises made you more excited, he'd make sure to be honest with you, so if he'd ever feel a moan or groan crawling up his throat, he'd do it loud enough for you to hear.

W: Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Rudy loves outercourse. If he could just hold you while kissing you or if it's a dry humping session, he'd enjoy every second of it. However, he did love the moments where you both would just cuddle and be in each other's arms.

X: X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He's well-built and has veins on his arms and hands. He'd probably have stretch marks on his biceps too from working them out. His cock though...he's definitely thick and veiny. He's slightly bigger than average, but he's not one to boast about it...unless he's balls deep in you.

Y: Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive isn't insanely high, but it's not extremely low either. Even if he does get turned on by looking at you, it doesn't always mean he wants sex.

Z: Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He'll usually wait until you fall asleep before falling asleep.

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bug-bites · 8 months

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whatcha lookin at buddy? :3

tw: none!! just some silly fluffy romantic hcs, also not edited bc im just an eepy lil guy

pairing: rodolfo "rudy" parra x gn!reader

summary: uhhh your boyfriend shares his silly little late night habit with you or something

characters: rodolfo "rudy" parra

notes: i never know what to title these things also i know the formatting is ugly!! i wrote this in my notes app and was too lazy to make it look decent,, <(＿　＿)>

rudy never was one to sleep early, in all honesty he seemed to do the complete opposite. he would always go to bed hours later after you. you never understood why.

it wasn't anything that made you suspicious, he wouldnt go far, most of the time he would still be at home, just outside. it was just odd, but it didnt seem like anything bad?

one night you woke up and there was an unfamiliar emptiness beside you, rudy wasnt there next to you like he was right before you fell asleep

its the middle of the night what else would this guy be doing at 2am??

so you're panicking a bit, you wake up and your boyfriend isnt next to you. sure maybe hes just pissing but you're tired and logic isnt the first thing that comes to mind

you call out for him, your throat a bit dry after you've just woken up and it comes out a bit more panicked than you intended

you sit up, eyes scanning the room looking for him- any sign of him

a sigh of relief leaves your lips, he's there. he's in your bedroom, back turned to you as he gazes upwards, out the window.

as soon as he hears his name his head whips around, why are you panicking?? whats going on?? did something happen? did you have a nightmare? most importantly, are you okay?

but he hears your sigh and you mumble something under your breath. he closes the curtains and walks towards you, gently cupping your cheek

"qué pasa?" "sorry i just- you weren't next to me and i just panicked" "nothing to be sorry for."

his voice is soft, barely above a whisper. he runs his thumb along your cheekbone, holding your cheek so tenderly it feels like you're about to melt

"it's okay. im right here."

"what were you doing?" you ask him, its about damn time he tells you anyways and you're getting curious about his strange nighttime habit "you'll find out tomorrow. its better if its a surprise." he kisses your forehead and climbs back into bed with you. "what if i dont want it to be a surprise?" "well thats not up to you. now go to sleep, cariño"

one his arms snake around your waist, the other making its way under your head, like a pillow but better

the next night, as soon as it gets dark he finally lets you in on his not so secret secret.

he grabs your hand, your fingers intertwining with his and leads you outside to a picnic blanket

"its a bit late for a picnic." you say with a yawn

he rolls his eyes as he walks over to the blanket, lying down flat on his back. you do the same, curious to what his next move was.

"stop looking at me and look up" he says with a chuckle

you listen to him and look up, hundreds of stars scattered in the distant sky. its calm, the sounds of the crickets chirping, his hand in yours, your back flat against the picnic blanket, its so serene you almost forget to breathe

"i used to do this all the time when i was younger." rudy says, breaking the silence "i would set up a mat outside and me and alejandro would lie there for hours until my mamá would yell at us to come back inside"

you look over at him, just for a second and catch him smiling as he reminisces

"i like to look at the stars when i get overwhelmed. reminds me i how small i am in the universe" "thats a bit melancholic, dont you think? the idea that we're so much smaller than the universe. like we dont matter as much as we think" you say, "i dont think of it like that. its like the world is bigger than my problems, it continues and theres so much more than just my troubles." he replies, eyes fixated on the stars "well when you put it that way, it sounds pretty nice"

the next few minutes are spent with rudy teaching you some basic constellations like the big and small dipper and then moves onto the more complex ones like ursa minor, andromeda and orion.

each constellation he points out comes with a story, as great as they look you cant help but watch him as he tells you all about them. its something he loves so deeply, you can tell from the way the corners of his mouth turn upwards as he describes them to you, the look of amazement in his eyes even though he's seen the stars hundreds of times. you cant help but fall more for him with every word he says

"i wish we met earlier. before when i was younger you could see so much more than just ...this. i wish i could've shown it to you" his tone becomes slightly bittersweet.

you don't exactly know what to say, you just wrap an arm around his torso, you mutter a soft "i know" right before you press a kiss to his cheek

the next time you two go stargazing its when you go camping together, although sure its not just in your backyard its as close as you can get with just enough clarity in the sky to see everything rudy wanted to show you :]

taglist: @pygm4li0n

#the thought of him stargazing w/ lil alejandro is so cute ashdgshajsdg #i love my boy rudy we need more content for him #also first explicitly romantic x reader thingy ever yay!#i wanna go stargazing with rudy (but more platonically) :(#rudy parra x you #rudy parra x reader #rodolfo rudy parra #rodolfo parra #rudy parra #call of duty #call of duty mw2 #call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty headcanons

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