#rodolfo parra x you

[callofdudes]

What are you reading??

A/N: this was requested by @thicc-plum so I hope y'all enjoy my friend. This took way too long, please let me know if you catch any spelling mistakes.

This includes 141, Alejandro & Rodolfo.

Summary: The reader gets caught reading a smut book and the boys tease the hell out of her.

CW: Brief depictions of sexual interactions, the boys 'teasing' you.

Y'all really want a part 2 huh... I've made you a lil part 2 for y'all.

You were sitting alone at a table in the canteen. Lunch was almost over but you hadn't busied yourself with food. You were sitting in the corner with one of your books in hand. You always loved to read, but this book in particular you had refrained from reading around the others. It was... A different kind of book. Not one with little swordsmen going on long adventures to sweep away their friends from the perils of danger.

It was one with tension, heat. The kind that nestled in your stomach and bubbled up through your chest, making you feel a small, almost tangible piece of the intimacy you read about.

You were engrossed in the book. The atmosphere around you was drowned out as you read.

His hand guided her thigh, skirt riding up past her hip and their eyes met. Their breaths tangled in the warm bedroom, sweat soaking into the sheets-

"What are you reading??"

You gasp and slam your book shut. Your hands tremble as you push it away from you.

Johnny smirks, laughing as he sits down. "Oh you should see your face!"

You scoff. "Not funny Johnny."

Johnny grabs the book from your trembling hands and examines the cover.

"Oh~ what is this risque piece of artwork??" He flips through the pages, reading over some of the sentences. You attempt to grab the book back but Johnny puts his elbow up to keep you away while he reads.

His eyes go wide. "Woah!! That's some descriptive oral- my goodness!"

"Johnny!!" You jump and grab the book back, pulling it to your chest.

Your cheeks go red. "Don't tell the others, please??"

"Depends, can I borrow the book??"

"What are you going to do with it??"

"Read it, obviously. It looks good."

He gives you his signature smirk and you can't help but feel inclined to agree. You grumble under your breath. "whatever, I'll finish and then you can read it. But please return it!!"

Johnny nods. "Of course."

"By the way, you're late for your meeting with Price. You don't want me to tell him you're late because of an innocent little book, would you??"

He grins. "Wouldn't want dear old captain to know you're doing such naughty little things." He squeezes your thigh.

He stands from his chair.

Your cheeks burn redder, but the time manages to take your attention.

You look at your watch and curse. "Don't tell anyone Johnny! I'm serious!!"

He winks at you as he walks away. "You can count on me y/n!"

You grumble and hold your book close. Why on earth would Johnny want to read it?? Was he messing with you?? Or was he actually interested.

You rush out of the canteen and shove your book in your bag. You just hope Johnny wouldn't tell anyone what he saw you reading.

You will admit, yes, you had it coming. You weren't doing your paperwork as it had gotten too boring too quickly and you'd given up for a bit. No one likes doing paperwork. The only ones who didn't complain about it happened to be Price, Ghost, and Gaz. You were none of them.

So you'd kicked up your feet and started to read your book. It was a book you'd gotten on leave and you had kept it fairly secret from the others, it wasn't a book you wanted them to know about.

It was better than doing paperwork. And much more fun.

You must have lost track while reading however, getting too caught up in the endless pages of sticky hot mess.

"He latched onto her neck, sucking a deep hickey into her supple throat. She cried out his name softly into the night, arms wrapping tightly around his shoulders-"

There was a knock on the door.

You shot up, scrambling immediately to bring your feet off your desk and straighten up. You slam your book back into the desk drawer.

"Come in!"

Price enters, making you gulp.

"Y/n, we haven't seen you for a while, I wanted to see how things are coming along in here."

He sees the enormous pile of paperwork on your desk and crosses his arms. You immediately look down and away, knowing you would probably be in trouble for this.

He sighs and comes around the corner of the desk, seeing the still open drawer with your book in It. He sees the very risque cover and pulls it out before you can stop him.

"Was this what had your attention??"

You gulp, getting anxious as he flips through the pages.

He hums thoughtfully. He flips the pages and reads through some of the things, his facial expressions changing with each new scenario played out in the book.

He eventually closes it and places it in one of his pockets.

"Captain-"

"Shh, I've seen enough. If this is what you'd like to occupy your time with, very well then."

"I'm sorry."

He tuts. "Be a good girl and finish your paperwork. When you're done, we can discuss this little book of yours."

Your cheeks burn red and you look away.

"Yes Captain."

"That's a good girl."

Price walked off, leaving a heavy feeling in your stomach. You had a weird new motivation to finish your paperwork though.

The evening was quiet and the others were out. It was just you and Gaz on base and you were relishing in the quiet environment. Wrapped up in a blanket, the fireplace crackling a few feet away from you, nothing better.

With a book in hand the world could only be perfect. Your eyes feel tired, even as you read the book that always makes your stomach drop and your emotions rise.

You thought Gaz had gone to bed, so you felt comfortable reading it without the others around. You would always read this book in your room, it never saw the light of day around the guys.

"He whispered low in her ear, nipping at the corner of her lobe. His hands groped down across her collar, fingers tangling in her necklace..."

You continued to read, barely registering the creak of the floorboards. You'd assumed it was the house settling since you hadn't heard the door. Nor had you noticed the shadow bast behind you, soft brown eyes reading each delicately picked word with you.

Suddenly, you feel breathing near your ear. Your heartbeat quickens and your fingers feel tense. The feeling in your stomach growls hotter with each second.

"That seems a little naughty to be reading out here, don't you think sweetheart?"

You jump, nearly screaming as a voice cuts through your concentration, shattering the perfect dream of being wrapped in an embrace just as addictive as the words in your book.

Gaz grins, his hand touching your shoulder and running down your arm to flip the page of the book.

"K-Kyle- I didn't realize you were-"

"Shh. Read it out loud."

Your cheeks turn deep red. "W-what-??"

"Read it out loud to me sweetheart."

Your heart rate quickens and your voice catches in your throat. You want to say yes just as badly as you want to say no. But the way Kyle strokes his thumb over your hand made you willing.

"S-sure..."

Kyle hums. "Good. I think you'll want to finish this next chapter before the others return. You wouldn't want them to hear all the things you've been reading about."

You gulp, but you reluctantly start to read.

You couldn't sleep. So naturally in the early hours of the morning when you figured no one else was awake, you turned to the kitchen for a snack.

You patter through the hallway with your book in hand. You turn on the kitchen light and make yourself some tea to soothe your body, considering you were sore from the lack of sleep.

You sat down at the kitchen table with your tea and opened your book. The cover was bright red with dazzling shiny line work around two figures. One holding the other in a more suggestive manner. Each chapter displaying a new set of characters put through taboo and risque situations. All of them leading to a spicy climax.

Literally.

You sunk into the quiet atmosphere and started to read. Your eyes drowned into the words, hands holding the book firmly.

"He pulled her back, his large hand wrapped tightly around her throat. His sneer could almost look evil to anyone who wasn't her. Treated like a doll in his large hands, putting so much trust into his punishments."

You gulp, not realizing how heavy your breathing had gotten until a hand wraps around your throat.

It catches you so off guard you whine. Thumb and forefinger pressing into the sensitive parts under your jaw, making your insides coil and twist.

You bite your lip, hands trembling.

Warm breath whisps over your cheek and Ghost's rough Manchester voice breaks the silence.

"I always knew you were into some weird shit."

His other hand reaches out and takes the book from you, inspecting the cover.

"Ghost-"

His hand tightens on your throat, making you moan quietly.

He hums, flipping through some of the pages.

Your cheeks start to burn, watching out of the corner of your eye as he flips. You can't see his face, you can't gauge his reaction. All you know is his hand is wrapped so nicely around your throat, body hidden in the shadows it makes you feel as small as the girl in the story.

He gets to a certain page and chuckles. "You are into some weird shit."

You grab his wrist, wanting to pry him away and wanting him closer. It feels like a dream how it is all playing out, you are scared you want more.

He places the book down and squeezes your throat, getting another soft moan out of you.

He lets go and chuckles. "I could do better than he can."

It makes you want to pass out. He lets you go and when you turn around he's already walking away. Your arms and legs are shaking but you rush after him, wanting to know what he meant.

He doesn't lock his door when he disappears, and you know all too well it's an invitation into the book you'd just been reading.

(also I love this gif, look at Rodolfo just effortlessly toss that crate- boy you are amazing and I love you)

Look, everyone on base knew you were a little freaky at times. It was no secret to anyone. And it also wasn't a secret you might have a teensy tiny little thing for your colonel and the sergeant major.

That was not the point however.

You had just finished up a long day of training with the Vaqueros. You'd been out all afternoon, which was why you were a bit surprised you were being called into Alejandro and Rodolfo's office for a little chat.

What this chat was about, you weren't entirely sure.

But you finished up your routines and set off for their office.

You knock on the door, hearing Alejandro's voice beckon you in. When you open the door you're greeted by both Alejandro and Rodolfo. Alejandro is sitting while Rodolfo is standing next to him with something in his hands.

You would know that velvet patterned trophy book anywhere.

Your blood turns cold.

"Take a seat y/n." Alejandro smiles at you with that smile. The one that makes your heart flutter and your stomach flop.

You nod and take a seat. "What's this about?"

Rodolfo leans over and places the book in front of you. "Look familiar? It has your name written on the inside cover."

You gulp and nod, your cheeks going a bit red. "Yes sir sergeant, I know the book quite well."

"I think you would, considering how worn it, must get read a lot."

By now Rodolfo has come around to your side, one hand snaking up your arm to your shoulder and squeezing the muscles.

You gulp again.

Alejandro opens the book and flips through the pages. "Such a filthy book y/n, there's only one reason you could read this book so much."

You look away bashfully.

"Does it give you a high, Y/n??"

"N-no colonel!"

Alejandro stands and flips to a certain page. He taps the frame of the book and bends down in front of you, guiding your gaze back to his with his thumb and forefinger.

"Care to explain this then?"

You look down at the page he points to, you know it well. Rereading it over and over. It had crinkled edges from your sweaty fingers and dirt makes from the small traces your nails would leave.

You reread the words you practically knew by heart.

"She cries loudly, voice broken into sobs. The man behind her keeps a firm grip in her hair and tugs her back against him. The second man gazes down into her teary eyes, letting her breathe a fresh breath of air before plunging back into her throat."

Your cheeks were red enough, tainted deeper when you saw the scribbled names of your colonel and sergeant major at the bottom of the page.

Rodolfo's hand curls in your hair, his soft voice near your ear. "Considere esto su castigo por leer tal suciedad."

Your brow wobbles, but you can't run from them, you never could.

[neimlise]

Soap: Why are (Y/n) and Alejandro sitting with their backs to each other?

Rudy: They had a fight

Ghost: Then why are they holding hands?

Rudy: They get sad when they fight

[konigsblog]

somnophillia

rodolfo ‘rudy' parra x f!reader

warnings: consensual-somnophillia, desperation, self degrading.

kinktober masterlist. (day 13)

...

Shamefully, he slides inside. He's humiliated, feeling ashamed for doing something like this. Something so greedy, so selfish. “God, I'm sorry, mi sol.” he felt horrible to say your soft nickname in a moment like this, fully pushing inside and groaning out softly and quietly in your ear.

You moaned through your sleep, wriggling a bit before your hips were pushed down flat against the mattress. Your chest to his chest, feeling your heartbeat increase as he begins moving erratically. He felt horrible, but he was just so desperate and felt too bad to wake you up.

“My good girl...” Rodolfo moaned, your sounds getting louder. “So fucking tight, God...” each thrust felt agonizingly slow, desperate for you not to wake up, before rutting into your wet hole needily, gasping when your walls tightened around his veiny, thick cock.

You were awoken to his broad hips slamming against your own. You moaned and gasped, arching your back and clutching around his dick, your orgasm already feeling close despite only being conscious for a little. “Rud–” he places his hand over your mouth, too ashamed to hear your words.

“I'm sorry, baby, I just can't stop– please, I know I'm so fucking selfish, I'm so horrible, sweetheart, I know!” He cuts you off, degrading himself as he selfishly ruts into you, your walls spamming around him before you squirt against his abdomen. He pants, thrusting sloppily and fast, shooting his load into your wetness.

“I'm so greedy... fuck– I-I'm sorry.” Rodolfo whimpers into your ear, seeing your dumb expression, panting and exhausted with your panties on the floor.

[lilywastaken]

⇝ cowboy .

Rodolfo Parra x Fem!AFAB!Reader.

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

WARNINGS: NSFW!! Some fluffy moments<3.

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

WORD COUNT: 3.5k.

Translations are at the end!

Also on ao3 !

MASTERLIST.

"What. Is. That."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ay, cómo me hieres, mi vida."

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

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

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

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

"Así es. Shoot guns, too."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"¿En serio?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh.

Oh.

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

"¿Te crees graciosa, mi amor?"

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

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

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

"Cálmate."

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

"Venga. You can touch."

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

"Ay… Así es, mi amor… good girl …"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"'m- gonna-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A beat.

"Rudy?"

Silence.

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

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

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

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

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

"How about a second round, mi vida?"

¿No te gusta? — You don't like it?

Era de mi papá. — It was my dad's.

Aguafiestas. — Spoilsport.

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

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

¿En serio? — Seriously?

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

Cálmate. — Calm down.

Qué linda te ves. — You look so beautiful.

Arriba. — Up.

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

[blingblong55]

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

[sirenmoth]

Breeding Team

Everyone x AFAB!Reader

You can thank @/simonrileyscockring a/b/o orgy asks for this, only fem!reader im doing for the time being, dont try this at home. I regret nothing, haven’t wrote smut in 5 years so this might be bad

CW: DUNCON, no use of y/n, gangbang, unprotected sex (obvi), porn with very little plot- and that plot is also porn, breeding kink/breeding, cum marking, pregnancy mentions, p in v sex, oral (m and f receving and m and f giving), exhibitionism, voyerusim, fingering, choking, anal, anal fisting, dumbification?, double penetration, double penetration in one hole (quadruple penetration? idk how to explain it), massive dubcon, rough sex?, manhandling, abo dynamics, knots, knot fucking, mention of collaring, biting, marking, overstimulation, pussy slapping, squirting, scent marking, degradation, praise, lactation, aftercare, 3 holes and two hands made to service 8 men, i wrote this between 1am-7am, sexulising your military propaganda, the tagging and warnings killed me 

AO3 Next

Being the only omega on a team made up of alphas was draining, even more so when you were unmated and unclaimed, you liked it that way, being free and your own person, until Soap came running into the Commons room, waving around your box of prescribed scent suppressants you asked for to hide your omega stance and scent from the team of men you worked with. All turning to look at you with hunger in their eyes, more then ready to eat you whole.

Who knew you’d up here, like this.

Sitting on Ghost and Königs laps, their cocks, questioning whose idea it was for you to take the two biggest men of the whole squad in one hole as the rest watched, watched you get prepared for what was to come as they both had four fingers each moments pire in the same hole their cocks were occupying, stretching for them. “Such a good pet, such a good omega for us.” Ghost whispered as both he and the Austrian man adjusted their positions, both men had their masks pulled up to their noses, leaving only the bottom part exposed, ripping a whine out of you, allowing enough room for Gaz to get behind you with a bottle of lube in hand. Opening it up and applying a generous amount to your back entrance as König and Ghost soothed you, one petting your hair other other muttering sweet nothings of reassurance in your ear “You can take it doll, it’s ok” helping to distract you from the burn as Kyle pushed in two fingers, scissoring you open, pulling moan after moan, soon he added a fourth, the his whole fist, adding more lube before slowly thrusting his fist in an out. 

“That’s it Hase, doing so good for us, so pretty like this, spread open and ready for us to use” König muttered into the crook of your neck before biting down, the other masked man following suit, placing his mark on the other side opposite to Königs, soon each memeber of the team placed their mark somewhere on your shoulders or neck saying “You look so pretty claimed, but you’ll look even prettier mated and breed.” as Gaz applied more lube as he entered four more fingers, sending you into an unexpected orgasm.

Clamping down on the two cocks already inside you, Kyle pulled out his fist and fingers just in time before Alejandro lined up his shaft to your freashly prepped hole, slidding in with ease until he bottomed out, snaking his arm around your waist to play with your neglected and overstimulated clit as Price joined in, graciously applying more lube to the already spit-lubed slick hole, groaning out a quiet “fuck” as he entered. Soon enough the Captian gave a quick nod to the rest of the team, the one inside you started moving in an uneven rhythm, never leaving you empty, keeping you stuffed. Graves and Rudy turned your head to the left where they stood, sliding their awaiting cocks into your open mouth as your hands worked up and down on Kyle’s and Johnny’s members, licking and swallowing all eight men’s scent and musk like air. The sound of skin against skin, gags and garbled moans filled the Commons room, the four inside you pushed in their knows, effectively knot fucking your already streached and abused holes, the four above you passed your mouth around like a fleshlight, making you take them right down to their knots.

“Gonnae cum if ye keep this up, bonnie” Soap slurs above you, throwing his head back in bliss as he moves your mouth on his and Gaz’s shafts, your hands occupied by Graves and Rudy’s members, smearing their pre-cum up and down, “C’mon bonita, squeeze tighter, gonna cum all over your face, mark you up” Rudy takes your fist in his hands to make you squeeze tighter as he fucks into it. Your cum-smeared, sweat soaked skin was littered in brusies and hickies, making crude constellations on your skin, your stomach, womb and ass filled with their cum. Bite marks, their bite marks covered your neck, lesser bite marks over the rest of your body, claiming and marking you as their omega, the teams omega. Their bitch. Their free-use cumslut.

“There ya go, luv” Priced murmured into your ear, the prasies dripped from their lips as they filled your holes was like an aphrodisiac drug you never wanted to come down from. Alejandro leaned down, kissing your neck, smiling as he promised to “Keep you stuffed, mi amor, keep you so full of our cum and our cubs you won’t be able to move. You’d like that wouldn’t you?” Your moans was the only consent they needed as they pumped you full of their seed, unable to tell who was where, who was inside you rearranging your organs you whined you a pathetic “please, breed me” as they manhandled you into different positions, using you as a way to get all their pent-up stress and frustration out.

How long has it been? Minutes? Hours? Days? It was hard to keep track of, some of the team left to go back to their jobs once they were satisfied, coming back in their free time with more stuff to add to the nest, sometimes telling whoever was using you to give it a rest as they feed you and kept you hydrated, “shhh, cariño, you to drink” Rudy  pressing a water bottle to your lips as you rest against his chest, holding you in place as Gaz eats your pussy like a man starved, limbs feeling heavy and weightless as you drank the water, wanting to be a good omega.

After Gaz had his fill, König lifts your wek legs over his broad shoulders, putting you in a mating press, effectively pinning you in place with nowhere to run as he bullied his knot into you, keeping eye contact as he rips orgam after orgam out of you, watching your blissed fucked-out expression, once he was done, knot still fully inside you to make sure “it catches”, König moves you legs from his shoulders to his waist, petting your frizzy tangled post sex hair, cooing about how “pretty you look” and “you’ll look like a godess pregnant with my cubs”. Moving a pillow under your head, “Get some sleep, Maus, we are not done with you yet.”

Waking up some time later to light feather kisses on your face. Opening your to notice your being held up by two pairs of strong hands and König was gone, “G’morning, bonnie. Yeh sleep well?” Soap chirps, his accent thick with lust, he pulls you into a heated his as he entered you pussy, the soft blankets and pillows of the nest, as well as the sqauds old clothes they brought, keeping you grounded as the team breeds you over and over, legs unabled to move without support, little did you know that was their intention to make sure by the time their through with you your fully breed with their pups, too swollen and fucked out to move, begging for more, to be fucked full again.

“You can take another, can’t you pet?” Ghost growls behind you, nipping at your ear as he pushes into your abused asshole, “This is where you belong, a good breeding bitch for us to use.” He growls again and begins moving at a faster, brutal pace, Johnny laughs at your whines and moans, moving at the same pace as his superior, the men sharing a kiss over your shoulder as they move, speaking as if you weren’t there,

 “Maybe we should get a collar, a pretty collar for our pretty omega.”

 “Get the task force’s symbol engraved on it, along with our names.”

“Aye, let everyone know who she belongs tae.”

Ghost moves his hands to your breats, kneading them until milk spills over from the excessive fucking and breeding, “So good, so so good puppy” Soap grumbles before attaching himself to your right nipple, sucking up and drinking as much milk as possible, “Leave some for the cubs, Johnny” Simon hisses out as you clamp down after another soul shattering orgasm, “Cannae help it L.T, just taste so good” both men continue talking as if you weren’t there, weren’t impaled on their cocks and knots, sandwiched in the middle. One of the masked man hand moved towards the base of your neck, squeezing just enough to make you dizzy the other hand moving to your abused nub, pinching and pulling, leaving the occasional SMACK  while Soap nursed from your chest.

A lound moan from you brought them out of their conversation, “Ye gonnae cum, hen?”Johnny  teased the nipple he was just sucking on, moving to nurse from the other one, a long incoherent whine escaped your lips as Ghost flattened his palm against your mound, both men rutting their knots into you, chasing their high, as Ghost behind you kept slapping your exposed nerve, over and over, getting rougher until it was hard to make a single noise “Soak us, ya can do it, pet, be a good slut and soak us.” you couldn’t tell who was speaking as you were brought closer to the edge. 

“Soak” SLAP “Us” another SLAP

until you finally snap, letting out a high pitched squeal as you came, squirting over both men and the nest underneath you, head falling back against Ghosts chest as they kept thrusting into your worn out body “t-too..mu-ch..” was all you could stammer out, unable to take anymore, Johnny kisses the tears away from your eyes telling you “We’re almost done, bonnie” grabbing the fat on your hips as leverage to pound into you, Simon tightens the grip around your neck as they cum inside you, slow thrust to make sure their seed stays in. Smearing what fell out over your body, letting everyone know who you belong to.

Finally it was over.

Each man came and went, cooing and whispering sweet nothings and praises at at you, as they bring food and rearranged the nest so it was more comfortable for their good little omega, rubbing your swollen belly, swollen with their cubs and their cum, Graves helps you into one of his shirts to cover up with, Alejandro and Rudy went to the kitchen to make the squad some food as Price and Ghost went off to find more nest material for their well breed omega, they clean you up with their clothes, keeping their smell on you, laying you down on the nest comfy nest floor. König laid in between you legs, suckling off you clit saying he’s “making sure your all clean” as Gaz and Soap nursed off your chest, now plump with milk “gotta make sure everything works, doll” Kyle smiles, looking up at you with a nipple still in his mouth “Can’t have the litter starving now, can we?” he laughs before taking the bruised nipple back into his mouth.

Laying there, surrounded and covered in you teams musk and smell, their warmth, you finally felt relaxed, nestled in a cocoon of your alphas blankets, pillows and old worn clothes,weakly running your hands through each of the boys’ hair, quietly moaning and whimpering, you accept there no place better then this, accepting you role as the squad’s breeding bitch.

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Scary Dog Privilege

Summary: Known as not only the little sister of Colonel Alejandro Vargas and the wife of Sergeant Major Rudy Parra, you were more famous for the fact that you were more feared for your bite than your bark unlike the two boys. Characters: Rudy Parra x Wife!Reader. Alejandro Vargas Word Count: 2,441 Chapter Warnings:  Profanities. Big Scary Dog Privilege. Mentions of Violence.

for @glitterypirateduck's Fall4Rudy Challenge Prompt: "Behave"

Masterlist | Request are Open

“Behave you two.”

It was one thing to help Alex and Farah with an upcoming mission, and it was another to realize that the bastard that caused such a mess in Las Almas’ base to be alive and well who also just so happens to still be alive after everyone thought him to be dead. You had accepted that both your brother and your husband would be annoyed by the fact, but their blood was boiling further when they had realized that one Philipp Graves would also be in attendance, returning to the base that he had once tried to overthrow.

“He does anything stupid, I’ll be the first one to blow his head off.” Your husband muttered under his breath but you had heard just as much as your brother.

“Get in line, I got first dibs on the bastard.” Alejandro quipped right back, never once did he try to hide the displeasure of the news of the man’s apparent arrival in a few minutes.

“Behave.” You raised your voice, earning a silence from the two, and the more than evident appreciation from everyone in the team that had been walking on eggshells since the new of Grave’s living state. Alejandro was beside himself and your husband was not much of a help as much as you wanted him to be in placating Alejandro’s temper.

“Yes, Ma’am.” Both had muttered but your attention was glued right back to the helicopter that had just landed and had housed the very man responsible for the two’s foul mood.

“I don’t want to hear anything from either of you from now on. We already have mess with need to deal with, I don’t want this to turn into a bloody massacre if it doesn’t need to be.”

Eventually, the helicopter door had opened and the sight of Commander Farah Karim and Lieutenant Alex Keller had brought a smile on your face. It was only natural to give them a welcoming entrance to Las Almas as you couldn’t depend on the two scary menace of men behind you to do to it.

“I hope your flight here was well.” You began, shaking the pair’s hand before your eyes turned behind them and narrowed at the sight of an all too familiar man that brought all the bad memories back into the surface. “Commander Grave, it’s nice to see you again.”

“No need for the fake pleasantries, Lieutenant.” The man brushed off, a sick smirk playing on his lips. “After all, the last time I was here wasn’t much of a good experience for any of you.”

Just like that, Alejandro was at it again. Spewing curse upon curse at the man in Spanish with Rudy holding him back. You had to rub your temple in annoyance, you had given both Farah and Alex an apologetic look to which both had sympathized over. They both understood the history the man had in Las Almas, but they had no other choice and Graves was the only person fit for the job—as much as you all hated it.

“Behave!” You screamed and two had finally halted and apologized to you and to your two guest.

“Keep your dogs in line, and we will not have much of a problem, Lieutenant.”

Something ticked at the statement and you found yourself pulling your gun out and pointing it towards Graves. You ignored the protest from everyone as you approached the bastard and digging the gun right through his chest, unafraid to pull the trigger if he says anything else.

“Keep that fucking mouth of your shut, Graves.” You spat. “You don’t need to worry about my husband or my brother, cause the moment I find out you’re fucking with us all over again, I’ll be the one to put a bullet through your skull.”

Put the fear of God in the man’s eyes you slowly backed away, immediately, being pushed behind your husband that now becoming calmer and ready to continue on with the discussion that was bound to happen between all six of you.

“Behave, Amor.” Rudy whispered turning behind to look at you with irony.

It seems the Vargas temper was still running strong through your veins. With a deep breath, you finally put your gun back to the holster and waited for the man to say anything else that would give you the privilege to shoot him point blank.

You said nothing now, allowing your brother to pull his head up on his ass and initiate in taking the three visitors into the heart of the base. He had also made sure to make Graves well aware of the fixes they had all done after the damage he had made to the base during the takeover.

You were left with your husband who now had his arm around your shoulder.

“So much for making the two of us behave.” He teased.

“No one calls my boys dogs.” You muttered, after everything you had all been through to make Las Almas safe again from the Cartel, you would kill anyone that would think of anyone as mere dogs. “I’ll kill anyone that hurts you or my brother without hesitation.”

“Cálmate, mi amor.” He chuckled, now pulling you into his chest, his arms wrapped around your waist as you took his scent in. “You mean the world to us and we will do anything and everything to keep you safe, not the other way around.”

“You and Alejandro will hesitate, but I fucking won’t. If that gringo had tried to say anything else I would shoot and ask questions later.” You muttered, chin resting on his sternum, you looked into his eyes, even in the seriousness of your tone, the smile was all too plastered on his handsome face. “I will not hesitate you know. I could still do that right now.”

As you made a plan to step away from his hold, he held you tighter.

“No need for bloodshed just yet. When this mission is over and things get out of hand again because of him, I’ll let you skip the line and shot him first.”

You grinned satisfied with your husband’s compromise.

“This is why I love you.”

“This is why I’m sometimes scared of you.” He muttered under his breath.

“What was that?”

“Nothing, Mi Amor. Let’s get back inside and see what Alejandro is up to.”

~

“Small but terrible that sister of yours.” Grave believed that he still had the right for small talk as all four of them had walked the corridors.

“I’d be more worried about her than any of us, Gringo. She’s like a rabid dog to people like you.”

“What was that, Colonel?”

Graves had watched the Colonel tense at the sound of your voice. Even he was worried as he turned to have a look at you, the all too demented grin on your lips, waiting for him to fuck up. But even more dangerous was the unfazed smile on Rudy’s face as he had his arm around your shoulder—a metaphorical leash to keep you at bay.

Why the fuck was he back here in Las Almas of all places again?

[sprout-fics]

Whumptober Day Two: Thermometer, Delirium, "They Don't Care About You."

(Rodolfo Parra x GN! Reader)

(Whumptober Masterlist TBA)

Rating: Gen Wordcount: 1k Tags: Blood/Injury, Whump, Capture & Rescue, Fever dreams, Established Relationship, Los Vaqueros Reader, Infection, Near Death Experiences, Hurt/Comfort Warnings: Vomit mention, Torture/Captivity, Explicit Mention of Injury

You’ve stopped counting the days since you’d been captured.

There’s a darkness unlike little else you’ve experienced here, bracketed in the shade of the jungle. The abandoned, remote village you find yourself in is but a negligible spec on the map, hardly worth mentioning. It’s the perfect to hide you in following your failed self-extraction from your undercover mission into a local cartel. Your cover blown, you had tried to escape, barely managing to activate your emergency distress beacon before you’d earned a bullet to the thigh. Stumbling, the wound had been the only thing keeping you from freedom.

Now, here, trapped in the dusty, windowless cellar of the local cartel, you find yourself unable to keep track of time. The food your captors give you seems to come at irregular intervals, further obscuring any attempt to know just how long you’ve been here.

Why they haven’t killed you is beyond you. By all accounts, you should be dead. You’re a threat being kept alive, with the slim possibility that your fellow Vaqueros will find you. The motives of your captors remain a mystery, and it’s the absence of knowledge that is worse than the wait as to when they’ll drag you from this prison towards your imminent fate.

Here in the grimy, damp darkness, without medical treatment, it had taken little time for your wound to fester. What had been a sharp, piercing pain had spread to a rotting, horrific ache that seizes along your entire leg. It dwells in your tired muscles, weak with the absence of food and water, makes your head pound with viscous infection. 

Fever set in quickly, and whatever strength you had been storing for a possible escape had been quickly sapped by the raging heat in your veins. You had no choice but to lay prone in the darkness, whimpering in pain and trying to stem the fever dreams that spoke of the cellar cracking with light, of a familiar voice wrapping around your senses in comfort. 

You see him in your dreams, your Rudy. Dressed in full tactical gear, backlit by the searing Mexican sun, his shadow falls across your laying form, his hands reaching for your weakened body. Yet every time he nears, the phantom touch of him vanishes before you can speak his name. 

As time passes, you wonder if you’ll ever see him again, or if you’ll close your eyes to the dream of him, never to wake.

“They don’t care about you.” One of your captors sneers down at your glassy eyes when you echo Rudy’s name in your delirium. “If they did, they would have come for you by now.”

You can barely pull yourself to the plate of meager food he’s given you, trying to force down stale beans and rice and finding yourself emptying your stomach instead. The bile burns in the back of your throat, and without water you find yourself too dehydrated to even weep. You almost wish they’d come to kill you rather than let you rot like this, a slow and gruesome end.

There’s commotion at the top of the stairs, and you wait for one of your captors to come down and mock you, to kick your plate of food into the dirt, to provide a bullet to your brains.

Yet what comes instead is a voice shouting in distant Spanish, a frantic call to others nearby, the pop of gunfire in the distance. To your ears it sounds like fireworks, the same as the ones on El Grito de La Independencia you watched with Rudy from the rooftop of the Los Vaqueros barracks. They blossom across your senses like carnations, hammering a horrible thrum with every explosion. Your eyes flutter, trying to blot out the sensation, but your peace is disturbed by the even louder thump of boots as they rapidly descend the stairs. 

“Sergeant Parra!” A voice calls, and you whimper at the thunderous sound against your wrecked, feverish senses. Hands descend to your clammy skin, and you can’t contain a flinch to the firm grasp as they push you onto your back. 

“Corporal.” Someone mutters to you, and when they try to prop you upright you cry out with pain. “Can you hear me?”

You try and nod, but your head lolls instead, limp onto your shoulders. You don’t hear what they say next, and it only dawns on you then that you’re being rescued, perhaps too late. 

A second set of footsteps down the stairs, quick and hard as they race into the cellar. There’s words exchanged in rapid Spanish that you try to follow, before at last a hand tips your chin upwards towards a familiar, brown-eyed gaze.

“Corazón.” He murmurs, eyes soft with worry, a hand cradled against your nape to keep you looking up. “What have they done to you?”

“Rudy?” You try weakly, and you want so desperately for it to be him this time, for this not to be a dream. 

He raises a gloved hand to his teeth to yank it free, raises his bare palm to your forehead. 

“You’re burning up.” He murmurs, and you think his voice trembles as he speaks. “You’re sick.”

“Sir.” The Vaquero on your other side chirps, and he gingerly pulls at the makeshift bandage you used to cover the bullet wound in your thigh. 

“Meirda.” Rudy curses, and there’s fear there, a desperation you can feel in the tremble of his hands before he turns to you again. “Hang on, corporal. We’re going to get you medical attention. Stay with me, sí?”

“S-sí.” You manage despite your lead tongue. You let your cheek lay limp against his shoulder, and drink in the warm, familiar scent of him, eyes shuttering. “Rudy…”

“Tell the colonel we’ve found our missing corporal.” Rudy murmurs to his squad mate, and the soldier chirps an affirmative before he quickly ascends the stairs with a triumphant cry towards his comrades. In his absence, Rudy cradles you to him, arms holding you fast. A kiss bestowed upon your forehead feels as if it eases the fever. 

“You’re safe, mi vida.” He whispers, lifting you into his arms with a little grunt. “You’re going to be okay.”

You sigh against him, going fully limp as he carries you from the darkness and into the sunlight, into safety. A dream, you think. One that came true, here in his embrace.

[mlmxreader]

Scary Dog Privilege | Rodolfo Parra x m!reader

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

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

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

tws: swearing, smoking, mild violence 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you…”

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

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

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

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

if you liked this fic, REBLOG IT - you SHOULD reblog it; if you don’t wanna reblog, then you’ll get blocked; reblogging is the BARE MINIMUM.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Also:

How would the COD boys react to Y/N having nipple piercings?

I need to especially know what Price’s, Rodolfo’s and my big man König’s reactions are.

Please I beg you 🥺

A/n: I love this!!

COD Boy’s reaction to Y/N having nipple piercings

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König:

✨: Still doesn’t understand how he even landed someone like you so at first he is a bit confused. His mind is trying to process the information.

✨: Is unsure on what to do, I mean you are his S/O.

“Does it hurt?” “Should he touch them? Okay with them?”

Poor boy is a bundle of nerves until you reassure him that.

“No it doesn’t hurt.” “Yes you can touch them, I am okay with them.”

✨: Will touch them, his hand shaking until you guide him what to do.

✨: Gradually gets over his nerves on thinking about hurting you.

+•+

John Price:

✨: Oh ho! What do we have here? Defiantly a turn on.

✨: Would 1000% say something cheeky about it too. This man just absolutely loves your nipple piercings.

✨: Likes playing with them though if you’re feeling particularly sensitive then he’ll back off. He doesn’t want to hurt you.

✨: Becomes more into nipple / breast play when he finds out.

✨: Though he does get a little jealous if he sees people staring at you if you’re wearing a thin shirt!

Those are meant for him! And him alone 😡.

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Rodolfo Parra:

✨: “im sorry! You got your what pierced?”

Very confused at first, looks off into space before firing off a million questions.

✨: Very gentle when it comes to touching them, he knows you tell him that you can be a bit more rough but he just can’t find it in himself to do so.

✨: Thinks they’re beautiful! Is always compliment you and the piercings. Tells you how good they look on you.

✨: Is the one that buys you fancy jewelry / piercings to wear.

✨: Would be happy to take you to a nude or topless beach, or maybe a sauna. He just wants you to feel comfortable and happy.

✨: Would beat someone that tries to make you feel bad about it.

✨: Might be willing to get one, if you convince him but you need to be by his side and it will only be one nipple.

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Alejandro:

✨: Would probably be the one that suggested it! Or is with you when you get them done.

✨: absolutely adores them, loves to play with them. A bit more rough but knows his boundaries, knows when he should just leave them alone.

✨: would also buy you new jewels / piercings, thinks your beautiful and that you deserve the best.

✨: Like John, he’s a bit more possessive and would rather not let some assholes stare at your piercings.

[callofdudes]

What are you reading?? Part 2

A/N: So... It blew up, I didn't expect that to happen. And most of you wanted a part 2, so I made a part 2. You can find part one here.

CW: Sexual stuff. I don't know what I'm doing

Summary: After the boys find you reading a smut book, they take it upon themselves to tease you. This is the result of the boys teasing you.

After your meeting with Price your interaction with Johnny had sort of been forgotten. You still keep your book close as you walk back to your room for the evening, intent on getting some rest after the long day.

When you step into your room, you are surprised to see Johnny sitting on your bed.

"Hey, this is my room, Johnny."

Johnny hums. "I know." He motions you over and you hesitantly sit next to him. "Still got that book hey?" He snatches it from you.

"Johnny! Give my book back!"

You fight to grab it, pushing him against the bed and reaching for it. He chuckles, having you so close.

"You cheeky little-"

Johnny slips out from under you with the book. "Sorry sweetheart." He grins, his hand coming down and slapping you on the ass, making you gasp in surprise. "You've had your turn with this."

You turn around just as the door closes but you aren't sure what the hell to do. You just stare, blush forming across your face and your heart melts.

Johnny is actually just teasing you, I literally had no endgame for his... I tried to write one though

It was late when you finish your paperwork. You're tired and sore from sitting down all day despite how comfortable your office chairs are.

Finally, you signed the last piece of paper and stood, stretching out your sore muscles.

Now... Time to go try and get your book back from Price. Wouldn't that be a lecture? You hadn't forgotten what he'd said earlier, it made your heart pound in your chest.

You got to his office and knocked on the door. "Captain? Can I come in?"

"It's open."

You opened the door and slipped inside, Price had a cigar in his mouth and was idly sitting there relaxing.

"I uh... I finished my paperwork and I'd like my book back."

Price took a long drag of his cigar and looked at you. He motions you over, so you came. Price contemplates it. "Did you work hard Princess?"

Your insides drop.

"Yes Captain, I finished my paperwork." You try to ignore it but the things it did to you makes you feel utterly filthy.

John's free hand reaches your hip and strokes it with his thumb. He motions you down on his lap. Your heart flutters wildly in your chest. You maneuver to straddle him, all the heat in your stomach plunging further.

Price continues to rub your hip.

"Can't decide if you've been a good girl or not today, reading all those... Things."

You suddenly feel very inclined to make things better. Your heart leaps, leaning in and kissing his neck. "Captain." It comes out strained, trying to keep your breathing together.

Price continues to smoke his cigar as you kiss up his throat and down his collar.

He pulls you back gently and hums. "You've been a very good girl today, we all make mistakes darlin'"

"You've made daddy very happy. I think you deserve a reward."

You whine, that finally doing it too you. "Price!" You bury your head in his neck, hips pivoting and grinding against his thigh.

"Good girl. Tell me what you want sweetheart."

Your breaths come out jagged as you slide down to your knees and tug at his belt. Price chuckles.

He presses out his cigar and undoes his belt for you. You pry open his zipper and kiss along his stomach. Price's hand strokes the back of your head when you pull out his cock.

"That's it," he coos. "take daddy's cock like a good girl."

You whine, kissing his length and taking him in your mouth. His hand curls in your hair, letting you have a moment before gently guiding you down on his length.

He groans deeply, watching you choke when you reach his base. "There you go, such a good girl for daddy."

You come back up, choking on spit. He lights up another cigar while you bob your head down the Captain's length. Price watches you, tangling his fingers in your hair.

He brought you back down all the way and kept you there, watching you choke and swallow harshly. He grins and takes another drag.

Price did not let you leave his office until you had fully earned the rights to your book back in full.

I don't trust myself to write smut guys, I'm sorry if it's weird

Gaz stayed close to your ear as you read. Word after word. You read about each scene, the ideas of the lewd acts leaving an imprint on you.

Gaz's warm hands trailed down your collarbone. You tried to read, your breathing getting heavy.

"And he- Kyle-!"

Kyle kissed your lobe, hands sinking under your shirt. You whined for the touch but Gaz wasn't going to have it. "Keep reading sweetheart."

"Not like this-"

He pinches and twists your nipples. "Read it sweetheart." His tone remains smooth as honey as delicate as a flower, but his actions are commanding, telling you to read.

You gulp and keep reading, even as his hands groped and play, making your insides hurt so good.

You whimpered, shuddering when you flipped the page. Gaz's hands trailed back up your shirt and he rounded the couch. Finally you could see his handsome face in front of you.

"Kyle-"

"I doubt my name is in that book." He kneels in front of you, and you can see the bulge in his pants.

He pushes your knees apart gently with his hands and slowly pulls off your pants. You keep reading, your voice growing shaky and stumbling over words In anticipation of his next move.

Your bottom half completely exposed, Kyle moved forward, sinking two fingers into your cunt.

You gasped and moaned.

"Oh please, please Kyle-"

He slaps you gently, removing his fingers.

Tears start to fill your eyes, trying to read. Just two more pages, just two more pages. But you didn't want it to end.

You recapture your thoughts as much as you can and continue. As you as you start, so does Kyle, sinking in and pressing his tongue between your legs.

You jump, shifting your hips in excitement. Kyle keeps you steady, working you unwound so effortlessly.

You gasp and pant through your words, shaking and moaning loudly. Your thoughts begin to slur together with each stroke of his tongue.

His fingers dip into your entrance again, stretching you nicely around him while his tongue teases your clit with fast flicks.

You manage to finish the chapter and toss the book on the couch. You throw your head back and moan, pressing your hands through Kyle's hair.

"Kyle- more, more, more!!" He brings you undone so effortlessly. You rake your fingers over his scalp, canting your hips up against him in pleasure.

Kyle hums happily, sucking your clit. "Good job sweetheart." He mutters.

Everything feels hot and dizzy when you reach your limit, spasming and coming.

You pant, head heavy and empty. He laps at your spend and kisses your clit, making you jerk your hips.

Kyle kisses up your stomach. "You did so well for me sweetheart." He whispers. "Good girl."

You whimper when he leans over you, your hand coming up to stroke his cheek.

"Now, get comfortable. If you don't come a second time before they get back, I'll let them watch."

You slip into Ghost's room, the darkness making your skin crawl. The barren walls and the simple bed in the corner.

You reach the middle of the room and Ghost was back behind you, guiding you to the wall and pressing himself up against you.

"Should have known you'd come here for more."

His hand strokes your throat, pulling your head back and locking his thumb and forefinger into the sensitive spots under your jaw.

You moan, hands curling into fists against the cold wall.

"Ghost..." You whimper.

He grunts, rutting his hips down against you, holding you perfectly still like a doll. You gasp and fight for air in your lungs, your insides betraying how you should be feeling.

"You into this shit?" He asks, voice raspy against your ear.

"Please, please Ghost-"

He growls and presses you closer to the wall, his hand grabs your hip and arches your back.

Tears fill your eyes and you pull at his hand.

He scoffs. "You are into this shit."

He keeps you pressed against the wall though his hands leave you. You hear his belt buckle click and slide and it makes your heart race.

When he's ready he grabs your arm and turns you around. You look up at him, he grabs your shoulder and forces you down onto your knees.

"Ghost-"

"Shush. I didn't ask you to talk."

Tears slip down your cheeks, you inch closer and take his hard cock in your hand.

He watches you with his usual disapproving look as you take him into your mouth. You barely get halfway before you start to choke.

Ghost grabs the back of your head and forces you down. You choke and grab his thighs for support, more tears in your eyes.

He grunts. "You like this don't you? You and your weird fuckin' books."

You can't reply, trying to take Ghost as best you could.

He tugs your hair, rocking his hips against you. His hands slide down from your hair to your jaw. He cups your jaw and your neck, keeping you still while he uses you.

He went until your jaw was sore and all you could do was moan lazily.

"Fucking whore." He grunts, dragging the saliva on his cock over your bottom lip.

He forced you back up against the wall and wastes no time fingering you. It's not consistent or long, his fingers gone before you can enjoy it. He lines up his cock and is shoving into you. His girth stretches you wide and has you a moaning, melting mess. He shoves you further into the wall and your back arches. It's sloppy and his cock ruins your insides, your thoughts slurring until there was nothing left.

He kept his hand locked on your throat, watching you lose yourself with every thrust.

"Fuck-" he pounds into you, watching you writhe and whimper under him. He stretches you out and fucks you drunk on him.

And he was right, by the end of the night the story you'd read barely compared.

Alejandro came between your legs and stroked your chin. "Quieres tanto esto, ¿verdad? Quieres ser una puta sólo para nosotros."

Your bottom lip wobbles.

Rodolfo moves you out of your seat and forces you down gently onto the floor. You watch Alejandro stand over you, forced down on your hands and knees when Rodolfo leans over you.

He presses his chest to your back, hands groping your chest.

Alejandro undoes his belt and strokes your chin. It's all too much, watching Alejandro and feeling Rodolfo undoing his own gear and pulling down your pants.

"Se ve tan hermoso para nosotros como este." Rodolfo whispers in your ear.

Your heart pounds in your chest.

"Say the word amor, and we're all yours." Alejandro purred.

"Please... Please, yes." You whimper.

Rodolfo's hand pulls down your underwear, pushing two fingers into your entrance. You gasp and moan, arching into it.

Alejandro grabs your chin firmly and presses his cock to your lips. Rodolfo makes you moan, Alejandro fitting his thick girth down your throat.

Tears fill your eyes. Alejandro guides you along his cock while Rodolfo peppers your back in soft kisses, stretching you out nicely.

He is gentle with you, whispering sweet words in your ear and playfully squeezing your breasts.

Alejandro feels heat pool in his stomach watching his best friend treat you like that. "Mm, you gonna let Rodolfo ruin you?? You gonna let him use you amor?"

Your knees shake, hands balling into fists, hungry and eager.

Rodolfo retracts his fingers and lines up to you. He shares a glance with Alejandro before pushing in. It stretches and burns, his girth much thicker than you expected. And it makes you choke down on Alejandro.

They rock you back and forth. The soft front Rodolfo had put up soon gone as he pounds at an unholy pace deep inside of you.

"Fuck yes, letting us ruin you like this." Rodolfo growled. He fit you so nicely inside your walls. You come faster than you'd expected, clenching around Rodolfo and whimpering as you come.

It all went so fast, at some point Rodolfo had picked you up in his arms like you weighed nothing and slammed you down on the desk. Alejandro purring with each rough stroke, Rodolfo rocking you against the desk.

"Mira lo que le has hecho a Alejandro, puta."

Alejandro is a mess, movements frantic and desperate. He has a tight hold on your throat when he finishes, head falling back as he slows.

Rodolfo holds out, making you gasp and moan loudly before he finishes soon after, leaving you a mess. Feeling warm and destroyed.

Alejandro sees the tired hungry glazing over your eyes. He smears the last of his spend across your lips.

"You won't be needing that book back my dear." Alejandro whispers in your ear.

A/N: I don't write smut often, and not for XReaders, but I knew what I was getting into so I did my best to make you a worthy part 2 with the criteria I was comfortable with. It's a bit awkward because it's not a whole fic, but I think it's ok. And I do hope you enjoyed it. Now I'm going to go write something fluffy to reclaim my soul.

[madlittlecriminal]

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."

[saturncodedstarlette]

Alejandro : Truth or dare?

Y/N : Dare.

Alejandro, smirks : I dare you to kiss the hottest person in this room.

Y/N : Ok.

Y/N, steps in front of Graves : Excuse me, Graves?

Philip Graves, blushing but still trying to be smooth : Yeah, sugar?

Y/N, who’s whipped for Rodolfo : Could you please move? I’m trying to get to Rudy.

Philip Graves, heartbroken :

Alejandro, proud of them :

Rodolfo, getting ready for his kiss :

Rodolfo, looks at Graves & flipped a finger : 😎🖕

[blingblong55]

Sweat- Rodolfo Parra NSFW

Based on a request:

Desperate for some Rudy smut! My baby doesn’t get enough attention.

F!Reader, smut, 18+, MDNI, P-in-V, unprotected sex

It was midnight when he and you awake, he in the kitchen and you in the room. You were looking back at the videos you and him had created the night before, your moans playing over and over the speakers of your phone. You felt the sudden urge to go and mess with Rudy. Your steps are silent as you approach him from behind, kisses on his neck, your arms wrapped around his waist. "Hm, missed me that much, cariño?" he smiles and leans back, letting you kiss him more. You nod and smile, "So much, Rudy, I need you." Your voice is low and seductive.

He chuckles and then lets out a small gasp as he feels your hands wander his trousers. "You are not so innocent, R/N," he whispers, the grip he had on the pan he was using becoming weaker. You find your way to his boxers and you begin to slowly tease his length. He let out a soft moan, wanting to turn around and kiss you but you won't budge. You begin to stroke his every needy dick, he smiles and moans. He leans further back into you, and you kiss and nibble on his neck. He moans and smiles, the pleasure you always made him feel being greater than anything. He turns the stove off, and you continue to stroke his dick, making him more and more desperate for you to be a little rougher with it.

Needs that release now more than ever. He turns around and carries you, your hips around his waist. He begins to kiss your lips, savouring heaven as if it was the first time. He lays you on the bed, kissing your neck and trailing to your chest, like a madman he removes your shirt and shorts. The nightwear on the floor, he smiles and opens your legs, looking at you before placing himself in you. You nod, giving him consent.

You both gasp as he begins to thrust into you, moans and whimpers echo around the room. As they become more aggresive and passionate, the more you hold onto him. His kisses so wet and playful. "Rudy, fuck…i…so close." your head thrown back, his size making you get closer and closer to your orgasm. You can't create complete sentences as he melts your brain away. Your body and his, fitting perfectly together. His forehead against yours, sweat dripping down from both of you. Your legs wrapped to his sides, his hand on the back of your head while the other holds your hips.

You moan loudly and lean in and as you were unable to kiss him, you bite his lower lip. He groans as he gets more desperate for his release. A knot is formed in your stomach, your orgasm getting closer by the second, your head thrown back into the pillow. He groans louder, raspier and more desperate for his own release. Your eyes to him, watching as he rams his hips between your thighs. Your hands grip his arms, back arched as you cum. Your loud moans turn to whimpers when he doesn't stop thrusting into you. "Rudyyy…fuck…please…i can't..you don't know what you are doing to me!" you became sensitive as his fingers abused your clit.

He chuckles and leans back, his hand gripping your hips the second his cock began to ooze out his warm and thick seed inside of you. "Oh fuck oh fuck…" he moans and looks at you, a grin on him as he pulls out and watches his seed leak from you.

"Cariño, look at that beautiful," he leans in and plants a intimate and passionate kiss on your lips.

[homicidal-slvt]

Iakdhsbdksjdva

Rudy and Alejandro headcanons with the “cowboy hat rule” 🤤

Cowboy Hat Rule

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COD NSFW Head-Canons

Characters: Alejandro Vargas & Rodolfo Parra

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Warnings: Suggestive Content

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Rudy

It was you two alone at home and most people were unaware of Rudy's less reserved side. The moments shared between just you and him were special... But it still doesn't stop him from surprising you in his slightly bolder moments.

You kept eyeing his cowboy hat all evening, you just had to snatch it. It was too tempting. So you finally snuck up and grabbed his hat- placing it onto your head instead.

"Looks cuter on you." Was his first response- that's the one you expected out of him. However then he leaned closer as his hand gently cups your ass- oh. Oh. The tone entirely shifts. "You do know the rule though, right? Wear the hat... Ride the cowboy."

Alejandro

This just... This is just entirely Alejandro. It just is him I don't know how to explain it.

You thought it'd be a funny joke to steal your boyfriends hat, posing in the mirror with it on. He walked in and spotted you in his hat.

"Having fun?" You turned to see that familiar fire in his eyes, darkened with a mix of lust and love. "Wear the hat- ride the cowboy, mi amor."

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{I tried my best- I was not familiar with the cowboy hat rule before hand LMAO}

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Letting Go

Find my CoD masterist

My first contribution to Fall4Rudy hosted by @glitterypirateduck

You wake after a night of drinking to find yourself in bed with Rudy, still fully clothed. Some secrets come to light, much to your benefit.

Warnings: Mention of alcohol and drinking, Rudy is a gentleman, nothing hurts and everything is fluff, kissing.

Word count: 1k

Used the prompt "You are stunning" for this one!

You woke slowly, warm and groggy and with a bit of a headache. Not too bad, though. You blinked a few times, mentally preparing yourself to sit up and start the day.

Except the wall looked wrong in front of you. Actually the sheets felt wrong too. 

And then the arm thrown over your waist finally registered. For a moment you thought you’d faint. 

“Go back to sleep,” came the rough mumble from behind you, arm tightening a little over your waist. “Still early.”

Your heart froze. You knew that voice. Too well, probably. You’d only been quietly pining after this man since you’d been assigned here, after all. “...Rudy?” 

He grunted softly but didn’t respond otherwise. His breath was warm against the back of your neck, his arm warm and heavy over you. But you could feel clothing between the two of you. 

Okay. How had you gotten here?

A bunch of you had gone out drinking, you remembered that much easily. You remembered having fun, relaxing, taking it easy on the drinks. You remembered the one pushy bastard making you uncomfortable, getting closer and closer as people left to dance or pair off for the night. 

And then Rudy had stepped in, casual as you please, eyes dark as he stared down the soldier. The other man had backed off quickly. But Rudy hadn’t left, instead taking a seat next to you and striking up an easy conversation. 

Things got a little more fuzzy after that, as he bought the two of you a couple rounds. You’d definitely been drunk, but only silly-drunk, not blackout. Thankfully. You remembered your roommate letting you know she was bringing someone back, leaving you a bit stranded.

Until Rudy offered that you could stay with him, he’d take the couch. 

But how you’d ended up in bed with him was honestly a mystery. 

“Hey.” Rudy nudged you gently, lifting his head to try to look at you. “Alright?”

“Just. Surprised.” Right, play it cool, no big deal. Just two people sharing a bed. In a totally platonic manner. Still dressed. No biggie. 

“You wouldn’t let go,” Rudy muttered, relaxing a little. “Whined until I got in with you.”

Embarrassment flooded you, prompting you to hide your face in a pillow. Maybe you could just… smother yourself. And never have to face the consequences of this.

Rudy huffed soft laughter, his hand splaying over your belly and gently trying to turn you, though you resisted. “It’s fine,” he soothed gently, scooting closer to you so he could hook his chin over your shoulder. “You’re more cuddly than Alejandro, at least.” 

You scoffed, still shoving your face in a pillow. “That’s not comforting,” you mumbled. 

“You didn’t make me do anything I didn’t want to do.” Rudy spoke slowly, measured, calm. “Calm.” 

You puffed out a breath but slowly moved so you weren’t suffocating in a pillow anymore. “You’re sure?” 

He smiled a little, pushing up onto his elbow so he could look down at you. “Yes.” 

“Okay.” You slowly relaxed again. “Still. I’m sure babysitting me was not on your list of things you wanted to do last night.” 

Rudy moved slowly, the hand on your belly gently pushing you to lay flat on your back instead. He remained next to you, but leaned over you so he could maintain eye contact. 

“You were not difficult to care for,” he murmured. “And I would do it again.” 

Your breath hitched and you blinked before you nodded. “Okay,” you whispered. He was so close, warming you with his proximity and his gaze. It seemed impossible that you were here, that any of this had happened. He was a hard man to get to know, but you’d made the effort.

This felt almost like a reward. Or temptation. Or a treat being dangled in front of your nose, like a horse with a carrot. 

Rudy’s fingers flexed against your stomach, big and warm. “How do you feel?”

“Pretty good,” you answered carefully, licking your lips. He was just… so close. “Little bit of a headache.” 

“Hungry?” He leaned down ever so slightly, gaze still fixed on you. 

“Little bit.” 

“Stay here.” His fingers pushed gently into the softness of your stomach again. “I’ll make breakfast.”

“Breakfast in bed?” you asked, a little breathless from his proximity. “Now you’re just trying to spoil me.” 

“If it will keep you in my bed, I’ll do this every day.” He smirked at you, clearly enjoying the way your eyes blew wide, heat suffusing your cheeks. 

“Stop teasing,” you managed, turning your head away from him. You’d never known Rudy to be cruel. 

A gentle hand at your cheek prompted you to look back at him, brown eyes soft in the early morning light. 

“I’m not teasing.” He dipped his head closer slowly but inexorably. “I would never. Not you.” 

Your eyes went wide again, searching his expression for any deceit. You found none. “You’re really not teasing me?” 

“I promise.” Rudy breathed in slowly, holding your gaze. 

“Then…” You trailed off, uncertain, heart fluttering in your throat. 

He didn’t answer, not for long moments, just drinking in the sight of you. “You are stunning,” he murmured finally, fingers feather-light against your skin. “I would be honored to have you here more often.” 

You swallowed, looking up at him. One hand lifted slowly, giving him time to move, until you cupped his cheek. His eyes slid half-closed and he tipped his head further into your hand. “You really want me here more often?” You couldn’t raise your voice above a whisper, hopeful and curious, heart in your throat. 

“As often as you’d allow,” he murmured. 

You breathed in deep for courage and leaned up, carefully pressing your lips to Rudy’s. That first kiss was soft and short, testing. It was all you could do with the courage you could muster. 

But his smile… his smile was worth it. Soft and sweet and happy. So happy. You’d never seen him smile like this. 

“Is that a yes to breakfast in bed?” he murmured, still so close you could feel his breath as he spoke. 

You smiled, elated and almost jittery. “If I say yes, will you kiss me again?” 

“I will kiss you any time you ask,” he murmured, and promptly made good on his word, kissing you gently. 

It did, however, take him a while to have breakfast ready, because you kept shamelessly distracting him with kisses.