#rodolfo rudy parra x f!reader

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Love at first sight - Epilogue

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

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

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

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

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

“masterlist” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But, you know what he is implying. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was all for you. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Either way, you welcome the change.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“... how much did you bet on them?” 

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

“Mierda.” 

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[soapybutt17]

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?

[headcanonenthusiast]

Rodolfo Parra NSFW headcanons

This was made with gender-neutral readers in mind.

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

Enjoy!

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

NSFW under the cut. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Querido/a = dear

amor = love

cariño = sweetheart/honey

Dios mío = my God

Vamos = come on 

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

Tan jodidamente increíble = so fucking incredible 

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

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

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

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

[macravishedbymactavish]

Language Lessons (Roldofo Parra x F!Reader)

| Blog HQ | Modern Warfare 2 Masterlist | 18+ MDNI |

Fall4Rudy Submission - prompts used: see below.

TW for Google translated Spanish, reader is implied to be learning Spanish. Some spicy inuendos (it's implied his hand ends up fully down your pants) but nothing over PG13, hints toward a daddy kink if you squint

That's not how it was supposed to sound.

You were met with a confirming, amused snort followed by a peck to your cheek. Lips turning into a borderline frown, you huffed.

"This is impossible." Arms crossed across your chest, you shook your head. Leaning back in the chair, frustration prodding at your seams. "Maybe some people can catch on to this quickly, but it's not me!"

Head lolling back, you opted to stare at the ceiling. Tracing every line with your eyes to avoid the no doubt loving and patient expression from the man in front of you.

The silence hung thick between you, the small shuffles of his feet on the floor. Or the rubbing of his clothing signaled there was someone else in the room.

"El cariño. " Rudy softly whispered, palm resting on your knee. You squeezed your eyes firmly shut, offering nothing more than a small hm?

"Everything takes time, you've already learned so much. Mi mamá is proud of how much you've learned." His words filtered directly to the softest part of your being. To impress a woman of her stature in the family was a feat to be had.

"I am so proud." He whispered, warm palm sliding from your knee up your thigh. Gripping the muscle firmly as he did so. "Estoy muy orgullosa."

The combination of his hand and his words caused your will to falter. Meeting his soft brown eyes, filled with adoration, pride and energy. You sighed softly, lifting one hand to lay lightly on his cheek.

"Gracias amoré." Your voice shaky as you hoped your pronunciation was correct. Spirit faltering as he gently shook his head, reaching in to press a soft kiss to your lips as he corrected you. "This is impossible."

Pressing a few more kisses to your mouth and face, he leaned back slightly. Eyebrow raised as a mischievous smirk crossed his face. Hand placed firmly at the junction between your leg and hip.

"Greedy little thing, you want more incentive?" Blood rushed to your cheeks as he shifted his grip. Thumb now laying on the inseam of your pants, mindlessly moving over the thick fabric.

"Yes, please." Voice small as your eyes locked with his. An electric feeling taking over your body as he continued barely touching you. Thumb inches away from where you wanted it, hand still firmly gripping your thigh.

"Ah." He shook his head, sliding his hand toward your knee. Chuckling at the sound of surprise you made. "I want to hear you say it, in español."

"Si." You prayed he would ignore the waver in your voice. Nerves and anticipation tying knots in your stomach.

"Si, que?" He challenged. Scanning over your face and neck. Moving to nuzzle his nose against the soft skin.

"Si, Rudy……si, papi?" The feeling of his lips connecting with your neck in an open-mouthed kiss. Trailing down to your shoulder as you leaned your head to the side. Offering him as much room as you could.

"Buena niña." He groaned, asking you to repeat another phrase in Spanish. Hand moving slightly up when you whispered the words correctly. His mouth never stopping, except to move the fabric of your shirt to expose more skin.

"Keep going, you're doing good." Rudy whispered against your skin, fingertips teasing underneath the waist of your pants. Teeth grazing your collarbone as you took in a deep breath.

"Mi amore." A soft whine escaping your lips as his fingers moved out of your waistband. "Amor. Amor. Por favor." Gripping his wrist tightly, you felt him chuckle. Obliging with your request and slipping his fingers past the fabric once more. His movements encouraged by your broken Spanish.

"Dilo otra vez." He breathed, pulling back to look into your eyes. A gentle smile crossing his lips as you placed a hand gently on his cheek. Mumbling an incoherent sentence before pulling him into a kiss. Jumping slightly as he shifted his hand placement.

"Buena niña." He moaned, forehead falling to meet yours. Brain fried with your voice speaking his mother tounge, and the way you writhed against him.

"Buena puta chica."

Taglist: @bloodonmyhands-1221 @v1naco @bowtruckleninja

Rudy Taglist: @pearldog30

Prompts from Fall4Rudy:

"Good girl" (bonus, "good fucking girl") // Buena niña & Buena puta chica

"I want to hear you say it"

"Say it again" // dilo otra vez

[lieutnt]

Rodolfo D, E, H, K, T, X pls.

Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra - NSFW Alphabet

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

As much as he loves the slow and sensual, loves being fucked roughly. If he has a bad day he's dragging you to the bedroom and neither of you are leaving until his mind is gone and he's exhausted. It's the world's worst kept secret.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

I don't think he sleeps around much - definitely think he's someone who likes the connection when having sex so he has some experience, just with not very many different people. But, he is a very quick learner when it comes to what you like, so give him a few weeks and he knows all your weak spots.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Keeps the hair on his head pretty well groomed - gets a haircut as soon as his hair starts bothering him (if his schedule allows), doesn't do much with body hair though. Has a happy trail that when you first saw, almost made you drool.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Don't know if it has a specific name but sort of possessiveness/ownership? Call him any pet name you want, but if you had my in front of it, my love, my darling, even just my Rudy, he's smitten.

Manhandling. Due to his rank no one else would dare push him around, but in bed he likes it when you do, flipping him into different positions before he can have a chance to react.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

I don't see him having many, maybe one or two. One of those being a suction cup dildo that he's ridden before. At first is surprised if you somehow manage to see it/find it, he wasn't going to bring it up in your relationship. Be careful though, if you tease him about it he's going to force you to sit and watch while he rides it without you being allowed to touch him or yourself.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

6/7 inches when hard (All of the cod men have big dicks, sorry not sorry.) I don't think I've mentioned ass in any of these so lets do so, has a nice ass that you very rarely can resist the temptation to grab. Spends a lot of time knocking your hands off his ass and is instantly sighing when he wears anything with a back pocket because you will slip your hand in there.

[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.

[whinesandwhimpers]

it's always the quiet ones

Rodolfo Parra x f!reader

cw; noncon, creampie, forced orgasm, bit of somnophilia

You wake up to what you quickly figure out is someone's cock inching its way inside you. You're laying on your back with someone between your thighs. It's too dark to see who it is. Your top is still on. You tense, quickly becoming wide awake, and a hand covers your mouth before you can scream.

"Relax, Amor, Let me in," They whisper, leaning over beside your ear, and you easily recognise the voice, making your heart crack. Rudy. He groans, still pushing his cock in. It's thick. The stretch stinging. "I got you ready and you're still so tight."

You let out a muffled pained gasp as he forces the rest of his length inside, wincing from the burn and stretch of his thickness. Grasping his wrist, you try to remove his hand from your mouth, failing when he doesn't budge. You start sobbing after he places a kiss on your forehead. The gesture would've been sweet if he hadn't taken advantage of you.

He swiftly pushes your thighs up to either side of your chest and rests his weight on top of you, returning his hand to cover your mouth while he places his other palm beside your head to hold himself up. He slowly moves his hips back, pulling out until just his tip is inside before driving his cock back in again and again.

You dig your nails into the front of his shoulders, trying to push him off. You give up when all it does is make him groan in enjoyment from the pain.

"I'm sorry, Mi Amor, I had to. Don't— Don't cry." He shakily says, shuddering at the feeling of your walls around him, and moves his hand from your mouth to cradle your cheek and wipe some of your tears away.

"Please stop, Rudy." You try pleading, doing your best to ignore the way the discomfort is turning into something else entirely.

"No, I can't. I—" He thrusts particularly hard making you yelp. "I had to have you after today. Having you pinned under me in training— Mierda," He drops his head under your chin, harsh breaths hitting your clavicle, and roughly grips your hair between his fingers as he rams his cock into you harder. "You broke my last thread of control."

A few more rapid thrusts and he buries himself to the hilt as he finishes, filling your poor pussy up with his cum and panting hard against you. He kisses your jaw and slips out of you, then guides your legs down and massages your thighs with the heels of his palms.

When he moves away from between your legs, you slam your thighs closed. You've stopped crying now and you wipe the tears from under your cheeks. Now that your eyes have adjusted to the darkness, you watch him. You expect him to leave. He doesn't.

He walks over to your dresser and opens the top drawer, riffles around in it. He makes a noise of success and pulls out... your fucking vibrator.

"I've noticed you use this often, Amor." He walks over to the bed.

"You.. noticed?"

"I was too selfish before but I'll make you feel good now. I wanna hear more of those pretty noises you make when you think no one is around."

You scramble to move away but he lunges at you and wraps his arm around your waist, laying on his side and pulling you against his chest. He turns the vibrator on a middle setting and, through your struggling, presses it against your clit, making you shriek as a ripple of pleasure shoots through you, the previous fucking have built up something within you.

You flinch away from the vibrator and your ass presses against his dick making you jerk forward.. right back against the vibrator.

Rudy chuckles and runs the vibrator up and down your slit before returning to your clit, pressing harder, making you whine and squirm against it. His arm around your waist slips under your shirt to massage your breast and play with your nipple, tweaking and pulling it.

He turns the vibrator up to the highest setting and you fall apart with a cry, arching your back, hands mindlessly gripping the bed in front of you, your face scrunching up as Rudy continues working the vibrator on you through your orgasm.

"Good girl." He murmurs.

"Stop." You whine, legs twitching and trying to catch your breath.

He pulls the vibrator away and switches it off and tosses it on the floor.

You go rigid when you realise he's not leaving.

He gets comfortable behind you, spooning you. He pulls you impossibly close, arms wrapping around you. Your back is against his chest, his dick is right up against your ass, and he hooks his leg over your legs.

You're trapped.

"You won't tell anyone about this, will you, Cariño?" He rhetorically asks, nuzzling his face into your hair. "Because I'm the Sergeant Major and no one will believe you."

[lxstfathier]

Mi niña

Alejandro Vargas x Reader

Summary: its late at night, you can’t sleep, and a sudden knocking on your door interrupts your attempts to get some rest.

Warnings: wounds, blood, unprotected sex, p in v, oral (f! receiving), loss of virginity, creampie, age-gap.

A/N: i have never played the game, i just have a thing for military men heheh. Also, english is not my first language, so i apologize for any errors. Hope y’all enjoy this! <3

It’s almost midnight. Usually, you would be asleep already, dreaming about pretty animals and cute guys, but today is way different, you’re still awake, looking at the moonlight peeking through your window and a strange feeling lingering in your guts.

You try your best to not think much about it. Maybe is just your own anxiety acting up. So you move on your bed, over and over, closing your eyes and trying to find a comfy position to sleep. But no matter how hard you try, you just can’t get some rest.

It’s frustrating. You mind screams at you to fall asleep already, telling you that you need to get your energy back for another day of hard work around the farm. Come on, it’s your turn to feed the horses and cows at six in the morning, you can’t waste more time like this.

Suddenly, your own thoughts are interrupted by the loud noise of a vehicle pulling up in your property, right in front of your house, followed by the sound of the doors being opened and closed.

Of course, you knew your bad feeling was there for a reason, and now your heart is beating faster than ever. Who would be at your property at such late hour? The police? Robbers? Sicarios from a powerful cartel?. Who knows, but when a knock in you front door breaks the silence you feel as if you were about to faint.

You’re alone, there’s no one you can ask to go see who’s knocking, you can’t yell at one of your siblings to do it. Your family is away for the weekend, so you need to be brave and do it yourself.

You get out of bed and walk all the way to the front door, feeling your legs wobbly and you heart pounding in your chest, finally opening the door with your trembling hands.

Obviously you were expecting it to be some narcos, but, to your surprise, they’re not. Instead you have colonel Alejandro Vargas and his sergeant Rodolfo Parra right in front of you. Of course you know who they are, everyone in Las Almas knows them and admires them. And you would be lying if you said that you didn’t have a crush on Alejandro since you were a teenager, rubbing your clit every night to the thought of him for years.

And now you regret wearing that old shirt and shorts as pj’s instead of something sexier. But you shouldn’t be thinking about that, the only worry right now should be the reason for them to come knock on your door. You’re just a normal family who makes a living selling milk, you don’t have any issues with the law.

“Is there any problem?” You ask nervously, looking at the tall soldiers with their stoic expressions and powerful weapons on their hands.

"Ninguno, bonita. We’re just looking for someone, do you mind if we take a look around your property?.” Alejandro says, charismatic as ever. You could never say no to him, no matter what he asked.

“There’s nothing to see here, coronel, just cows and horses. But sure, go ahead and tell me if you need something.”

They both nod and get back to their job, going away to look around, seeing the empty corrals and the stalls full of sleeping animals, without a trace of the persone they’re looking for. And you stay near the door just in case, still very nervous and anxious even when there’s no reason to feel like that. Your trust them, they’re honorable men, they mean no harm, just let them do their thing and they’ll be gone soon.

A few minutes later, Alejandro comes into your house while Rudy keeps watch outside, checking every single room until he’s sure that you’re not hiding his target. Even though he already knew that you would never do something like that. He’s seen you around town too, always sweet and calm, doing your best to help your family with the little business, always trying to stay away from the violence.

That’s it. His work is done here. He needs to go look somewhere else, but, when he’s about to leave, you can’t help but notice that his right hand is almost fully red, dripping with warm sticky blood, making a mess on his uniform and gun.

“Coronel… you’re bleeding” you say, as if it wasn’t already obvious, and he stops dead in his tracks. How can he be so calm and collected with a wound like that?.

“It’s just a little cut, nothing to worry about” Alejandro shrugs it off. An hour before that’s what he thought, a little cut on his hand, nothing serious, he didn’t expected it to get bigger and become a bleeding mess.

“You should definitely worry about it. Come on, let me help you and then i’ll let you go”.

He can’t say no to you, specially when you’re looking at him with those innocent doe eyes. So he agrees, following you to your room and sitting on your bed, leaving his gun on the ground, waiting patiently while you run to your bathroom to gather all the necessary stuff to take care of it.

Once you come back, you take his hand on your own, cleaning his cut with a wet cloth, disinfecting with alcohol, putting some closure strips and wrapping all his palm with a bandage. You’re no doctor or nurse by any means, but you know how to help your animals when they’re hurt, which gives you at least a little bit of knowledge.

And Alejandro is more than happy to let you work on him. He doesn’t feel any pain, maybe for the adrenaline pumping through his veins, or maybe because he’s so mesmerized by your beauty that he can’t think of anything else.

“This should be enough for the night. The bleeding is going to stop, but you need to go to the doctor tomorrow, i guess you need some stitches” you say, smiling at him, feeling your cheeks burn. You had never been so close to him, and you can’t believe that you just got to help him without freaking out.

“Gracias” Alejandro murmurs, barely audible, looking down at his bandaged hand. “You’re too sweet. You shouldn’t be in this town, you deserve a better place”.

Any other person would have let him go away, leaving him alone to take care of his wound by himself, not wanting to get involved with such a troubled soldier. But you’re different. You’re kind and sweet and the most pretty girl he’s ever seen, so distinct from all the other shitty people in Las Almas.

“There’s no better place for me, i like it here” you answer. “I have my family and my animals… also, there’s no other place where i could find another handsome colonel”.

Alejandro doesn’t get it right away. Are you flirting with him? yes you are. But he’s never been good around women, so it takes him a while to understand what you mean, taking the hint only when you dare to place one of your hands on his thigh, something that he believed only could happen in his imagination, when he thought about you while fucking his fist late at night.

“No digas eso, bonita. I’m no good for you, go and find a nice guy your age” he says, even though he’s dying to kiss you, to feel your gentle touch again, to claim you as his.

“But i like you, Ale”.

“No quiero arruinarte”.

“You would never ruin me” you soothe him, moving your hand to his chest and leaning closer, staring directly at those beautiful brown eyes that you only used to dream about. “Por favor, i need you. Make me yours.”

That’s enough. Alejandro cups your cheek with his gloved hand and pulls you closer, his lips meeting yours, sweet and tender until it suddenly turns into passionate and lustful.

He tastes better than anything you ever had before, like fresh fruits in the summer, intoxicating all your senses. And before you know it you’re already straddling his lap, slowly moving your hips against his clothed bulge, trying to get some friction to relieve the boiling heat in your lower belly.

“I don’t have much time, bonita” Alejandro says, breaking the kiss, knowing that it’s just a matter of minutes to hear Rudy’s voice in his earpiece asking what’s taking him so long. “Take off your clothes for me, si?”.

You happily oblige, getting off his lap and stripping naked as fast as you can, all of your shyness long forgotten, wanting nothing more than to be a good girl for him.

“Qué pinche hermosa” Alejandro groans, admiring every single part of your exposed body, guiding you to the bed again, laying you on your back with your legs spread as he positioned between them, dropping to his knees to kiss your thighs and taste your soaking cunt. “Are you a virgin?”.

You squirm at the sensation of his tounge on your clit, and you have no idea how he managed to know that. Maybe your inexperience is way too obvious. “Si” you reply, tugging at his dark hair.

Alejandro swears that he could cum right there in his pants. Such a pretty girl? untouched? just for him to take? way too good to be true. He feels like he just won the fucking lottery. If he wasn’t in the middle of a mission, he would surely eat you out for hours until you can’t take no more.

But the clock is ticking right now, so he wastes no more time, undoing his pants just enough to free his hard length and then kiss all the way up from your tummy, your tits and finally your neck. “You sure about this?”.

“Si, Ale” you whimper. “I wanna be yours”.

He takes himself in his hand, positioning his hard cock to your wet cunt, the red tip prodding at the small entrance. “This might hurt a little bit, if you want me to stop just tell me, si?.”

You nod and Alejandro thrusts inside you, agonizingly slow, inch by inch, splitting you open until he’s buried to the base. The strange pain making you cry out his name and your eyes fill with tears.

“Fuck” Alejandro breathes out against your neck. “Such a good girl, taking me so well”.

He picks a steady pace, pounding your tight heat as if there was no tomorrow, going way faster than he would like to. But you don’t mind, you let him be as rough as he wants, whimpering as his thick cock abuses your walls, hitting your cervix with each thrust.

“Feels so good Ale” you moan. Now almost all of his weight on top of you, his gear digging into the soft skin of your breasts. The pleasure is too much, and you can already feel the orgasm forming in your belly. “M’ gonna cum”.

“Ah- Fuck” he grunts when your walls squeeze him harder, his gloved hand quickly making its way to your sensitive clit, rubbing it fast. “That’s it bonita, cum on my fucking cock, i wanna feel it.”

His words take you over the edge, squirming and moaning like a whore, your hole spasming around him and your nails scratching at the back of his vest, experiencing the most powerful orgasm of your life. And seeing you fall apart like that, just from his touch, makes him feel really close too.

“Where do you want my cum? huh?” he asks, chasing his high, thrusting harder into your poor sensitive cunt.

“Dentro, please ” you whine, too cockdrunk to think about the consequences.

“Si? you want that? you wanna carry my seed like a good little slut? Fuck- then i’ll fill you up until you’re dripping for days, and everyone will know who you belong to.”

His cock twitches and he comes undone, grunting like an animal, emptying himself inside your pretty pussy, filling your womb to the brim with his hot cum.

You both stay there for a moment, melted into each other, catching your breath. Looking at him with half lidded eyes, you caress his scruffy beard, so in love, hating that he needed to go away after such an intimate moment. And he hates that too, if it were for him, he would spend the night with you, praising your body and making you scream his name again and again.

You kiss one last time and Alejandro pulls out, getting out of bed, immediately fixing his pants and grabbing his gun, ready to leave.

“Will i ever see you again?” you ask. What if he was like those guys who only fuck you and then you never hear from them again?, just thinking about it makes you teary.

“Claro que si, mi niña” he answers, his gloved knuckles brushing against your cheek. “As soon as this hell of a mission is over i’ll come back to you. I promise.”

“Then i’ll be waiting” you whisper, but Alejandro hears it clearly. And once he has eased your fears, he gets back to work, going away as if nothing happened, walking through your home straight to the front door.

“Carajo Ale, por qué tardas tanto?” He hears Rudy’s voice in his earpiece, just like he anticipated.

But Alejandro doesn’t answer. He can only think about you. You got him under your spell and he’s already planning the next time, contemplating on coming back with a huge bouquet of flowers and a beautiful diamond ring to put on your finger.

[shadowlali]

auto shop

COD - Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra x fem!reader 

[18+] wc: ~ 3.1k  summary: Rudy fixes your car and you decide on a different form of payment masterlist

warnings: NSFW, no use of Y/N nor too many details on reader’s appearance, reader can sit in Rudy's lap, some proofreading, Rudy has a motorcycle (helmet is given to reader), oral (m! and f! receiving), size kink (kinda), unprotected sex  a/n: inspired to write this after seeing @glitterypirateduck ‘s “10 days of Rudy Writing Prompt Challenge” (Prompt 2, 13). i’ve had this mechanic idea for rudy for a while and decided to finally give it a shot. enjoy :) 

A perfect day for a drive you repeat to yourself angrily, hot tears rolling down your face as you look at your unresponsive car. Seeing only stretches of endless roads and no oncoming cars, you realize how alone you are.

You try your parents and then best friend on the phone but surprisingly no one answers. The signal bars on your phone fluctuate and you begin to panic, maybe the calls aren’t going through? Probably due to the anxiety, you barely notice the sound of an approaching motorcycle. 

Rudy spots you first, seeing your hands wrapped around your middle while you lean against a car. He pulls up and that’s when you finally notice him. He notes the tears in your eyes and the watery smile you give him. Quickly parking the motorcycle, he walks over to you while reaching for the handkerchief in his jacket pocket. 

“Hey, woah. What’s wrong?” Rudy asks. 

“It’s my car, I don’t know what happened,” you manage to suppress a sob and continue, ”And no one’s picking up my calls.” 

You get the scent of cologne and leather as he hands you the handkerchief and asks for your name.  

“I’m here,” Rudy softly says, ”I’ll call my family’s repair shop and see if someone can come pick it up. How does that sound?”

You nod yes and he takes out his phone to make a call. You know of Rudy and of Los Vaqueros, who in Las Almas doesn’t? This is the first time you two actually speak, having only ever smiled at each other in passing. You feel grateful that Rudy was the one to find you, the anxiety leaving your body. 

“My dad is on his way,” he takes a look at your teary eyes before continuing, ”you want to wait here or drive up to the shop?”  

“How?” 

He smiles, ”On my bike.” 

“Wait, I — uh, are you sure? It won’t be too much trouble?” 

“No, princesa. Vente,” Rudy says as he gently takes your hand and leads you to his bike. [princess. Come here]

Your stomach does a little flip with the pet name he gives you, his big hand warm around yours. He places the helmet on your head and gives you instructions on how to get on his motorcycle. Rudy gets on the bike with ease, seemingly not worried about there only being one helmet. 

“What about you?” 

You feel bad, not only did he stop and call his family for help, but he’s also willing to give you his only helmet. 

“I’ll be fine,” he says sincerely, ”no more tears, okay?” 

You get on, swinging your leg to the other side of the motorcycle and hug him around the waist. Rudy adjusts your arms more tightly around him and takes off. 

- - - 

Rudy can tell it's your first time on a motorcycle by the way your thighs tighten around him. He doesn’t mind, feeling the heat of your body seeping through his leather jacket. He silently thanks the universe that he decided to take an afternoon ride on a different side of town. When he saw you standing alone on the secluded road, he feared the worst. 

Despite being in a precarious situation, you still managed to give him a sweet smile when you noticed him. He knows who you are, never having the courage to start a conversation but always noticing the shape of your lips and the sound of your laugh. The hardplanes of his stomach flex when he feels your hands grip his shirt at a turn. Rudy tries not to feel disappointed when you let go, reminding himself now is not the time to feel attraction.

Before you know it, you're driving up to an auto shop on the outskirts of Las Almas. In big letters at the top you see ‘Taller Mecánico Parra’ with a drawing of a little car next to it. You get off the bike and hand Rudy his helmet with a soft thank you. You stand on shaky legs, the scent of his cologne all around you and your thighs warm from being wrapped around his body. [Auto Repair Shop Parra]

He takes your hand and walks with you inside the open garage door. There’s a few people working on cars or speaking to customers, and Rudy waves but continues walking. Through a short hallway, he ushers you into a small office with windows that peer onto the floor. 

“This is your office?” you ask while pointing to the ‘Rudy’ nameplate on the desk. 

“Sí, on my days off I come in to help my dad or work on my bike. Come here, sit.” 

He points to the chair behind the desk and grabs a cold water bottle from the mini fridge by the couch. Rudy untwists the cap and urges you to take a few sips. 

“Feel better? We’ll figure it out, no te preocupes.” [don’t worry]

You give him a smile, once again grateful that he happened to be driving and stopped to help you. His name is called out in the hallway and he tells you to wait in the office and relax. You move to the couch to see your car pulled in by a tow truck. An older man, with similar features to Rudy hops out and detaches your car. 

For the next hour, you watch Rudy work. He’s since changed into black overalls that mold perfectly to the muscles on his back and arms. The way he moves with ease and looks so concentrated causes a deep pulsing to begin between your thighs. You try to ignore it, feeling guilty that you’re having these thoughts. 

Rudy turns and catches your stare, his body heating as he realizes you were watching him work. He turns back to the task at hand after giving you a quick smile. Rudy gains a sense of pride once he’s done with the car, knowing that he’s the one who saved you from the desolate road and was able to fix your car. 

Customers and employees eventually leave until it's just Rudy, his dad reminding him to lock up once he’s done. Rudy tries your car, the engine purring and the lights turning on. He gets out and motions you over, then walks to the sink to wash his hands.  

You exit the office, joy running through your body as you see it on.

“I was able to fix it, it wasn't too difficult.” 

You rush towards Rudy who’s in the process of drying his hands and give him a hug. He immediately wraps his hands around you, a soft you’re welcome murmured against your forehead. You pull back slightly and look up at him, Rudy’s breath hitching as he looks into your eyes.

You notice his eyes drop down to your lips then flicker to the soft planes of your face. In that moment you wonder what it would be like to be kissed by Rudy, his plump lips pressed against your own. Before either of you lean towards each other, the sound of voices outside startle you. You unwrap your arms around him and take a few steps back. 

He clears his throat before speaking, “Uh – I was going to ask if you wanted to take it for a test drive.” 

“Yeah, I – yeah that sounds good.” 

You wait in the passenger seat, the car now sitting idle in front of the garage. Rudy quickly locks up, turns off the lights, and changes out of his work overalls to his jeans and white shirt. He wants to return quickly to you, wanting to make sure the moment from before wasn’t something he only imagined. 

The drive is done in comfortable silence. You try not to stare at Rudy’s thick arms while he drives. One hand guides the steering wheel while the other hangs folded across the open window. 

“Thank you, Rudy,” you say softly,” I don’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t saved me.” 

He turns to look at you for a moment, brown eyes caressing your face before turning back to the road, ”You don’t have to thank me, I’m just happy I was the one to find you.” 

Rudy feels lightheaded, the breeze outside bringing the scent of your sweet perfume towards him. Another turn and he’s back at the auto shop, the car in perfect condition. He shuts it off as you exit the car and he tries to think of a way to have you stay around a little longer. You grab your wallet from the back seat as he rounds the front of the car. 

“How mu-” 

“No.” 

“Rudy, please. This was a lot of work and material, I’m sure. Just let me pay–” 

“No. You don’t owe me anything, princesa. I wanted to help.” 

“Is there maybe another way I can pay you?” 

You thought the question would come out more playful, but your voice came out husky and the heated look Rudy gives you makes the pulse between your legs deepen. 

“How?” Rudy asks. 

Your breathing picks up and you grow bolder, placing a hand on his chest. 

“Whatever you want.” 

“Whatever I want,” Rudy pauses, ” are you sure?” 

“Yes, I'm sure.”

Rudy places hands on your waist, bringing you closer. He leans down and presses his mouth on yours, sighing once he feels you return the kiss. You inhale, running your hands across his broad chest and molding your mouth to his. His tongue teases the seam of your lips and you open up, wanting to taste him. 

Neither of you seem to mind being out on the sidewalk where anybody could stumble across. Your mind is only on him. On the feel of his warm chest, his calloused fingers caressing the exposed skin at your waist, his tongue warm and sweet. Rudy’s the first to pull back, looking down at you with swollen lips and glazed eyes. 

“Let’s go inside, yeah?” 

You nod, Rudy quickly taking out his keys and unlocking the side door. The shop is dark, pockets of light entering through the windows from the illuminated street lamps. He pushes you to lean on the desk once back in the office and takes possession of your mouth again. 

You run your hands under his shirt and bunch it close to his shoulders. Rudy breaks away from the kiss to take off his shirt and quickly helps pull off yours. His mouth latches to the sensitive skin on your neck while you fumble with his belt and zipper. You can feel the hard bulge and lightly palm his length through his jeans. 

Rudy lets out a groan, his hands moving to unbutton your own jeans. You stop him, dropping to your knees and pulling down his pants. Your mouth waters at the sight of his hard and veiny cock. You lick a stripe from his base to the tip, leaving a wet trail of saliva. 

“Fuck, you don’t need to do that,” Rudy says as he runs his hands through your hair. 

“But I want to,” you whine. 

You open your mouth and try to fit as much of him inside. His slightly salty taste and warm skin become intoxicating to you. Rudy throws his head back at the deep pulls of your mouth and the feel of your soft hands around his base. 

More of his cock is swallowed down your throat and you begin a slow sucking motion, back and forth. Just like that, just like that he chants. You look up to see his eyes glossy from pleasure and chest heaving with ragged breaths. 

“Look at what you do to me,” He groans. 

Tears prick at the corner of your eyes from the stretch of him but you don’t care. You keep sucking, loving the grunts he makes and the way his eyes rake over your body. You feel your panties soaked almost through your jeans. Rudy can’t take it anymore. The way your pretty mouth takes him deep and how you look on your knees has him stopping your movements. 

“Get up.” 

You listen, releasing him with a pop from your mouth. He helps you stand, lips pressing against yours while he unclips your bra. His hands are rough on your skin, calloused fingers pinching your nipples. You shudder with each tug from his hands. You don’t stop him when he unbuttons your jeans, kicking off your shoes then jeans and panties. He grips your thighs and sets you on the desk. Rudy sheds his boots and jeans quickly before dropping to his knees in front of you. 

“No Rudy, it’s okay you don’t –” 

“Did I do this?” He asks while gazing at your slick pussy. 

You nod, unable to comprehend the beautiful sight of Rudy on his knees. And before you can really appreciate how beautiful Rudy looks, he stretches your thighs and swipes his tongue through your dripping folds. Your hands grip the edge of the desk and you throw your head back. 

He’s starving. Rudy drags his tongue from your opening to your sensitive clit, moaning at your taste and the sound of your moans. He adds a finger, slowly pushing into your wet heat. You gasp and squeeze around him

“How’s that, princesa? Use your words,” Rudy says. 

“It feels so good, baby,” You whimper. 

He begins a relentless pace with his fingers and tongue. Rudy curves two fingers inside of you which elicits a loud whine to fall from your lips. He smirks, sucking your swollen clit in his mouth and doing it again until you're shaking and stroking his hair. You chant his name, the only thing keeping you from falling is Rudy’s other hand gripping your thigh.

Rudy would stay on his knees forever if you let him. He feels desperate, cooing encouraging words on your skin while you fall apart. He likes the feel of your hands running through his hair and the tightening of your thighs around his face. 

You begin to rock your hips as you feel the familiar ripples spread from your core. Rudy playfully nips your button and you reach your peak. You fall backwards on the mostly cleared desk, eyes rolling to the back of your head. You keep rubbing your pussy on his face, everything too much yet not enough. He doesn’t mind, feeling you pulse around his fingers and splash his chin. He laps at your clit and thrusts his fingers inside of you until you're begging him to stop. 

“Please, ple – please, Rudy,” you manage to stutter out between hiccups. 

Rudy stops, wiping his face on your inner thigh and placing a kiss on your mound. He stands with a smirk on his face as he takes in your sweaty body and closed eyelids. You feel deliciously limp and suddenly empty. He caresses your thighs, bringing one to wrap around his waist before you get a different idea. 

“Wait, Rudy. I want to try something… Will you let me?” 

“¿Qué, princesa?” [What, princess?]

“Sit on the couch.” 

He sends you a devious smile, understanding quickly what you’re about to do. You stand on shaky legs, watching him sit on the couch and pump his cock a few times from the sight of your body. You walk over, place a knee on each side of him and hover your wet pussy over his cock. After all, you want to give him a proper thank you. 

One of your hands uses his chest as support while the other grips his thick length. You lower, teasing your entrance with his flushed tip. Rudy throws his head back on the couch, his eyes half open as they watch you. You sink down all the way, simultaneous groans escaping from both of you. 

He can’t believe how swollen and syrupy you feel. Your walls flutter and pulse around him, drawing his orgasm closer. Rudy drags a hand to your hard nipples, pinching and rolling them between his fingers. He watches your gorgeous face, entranced by the curve of your lips and the husky moans slipping from your throat. He doesn’t rush your movements, letting you go at your own pace. 

“Gorgeous,” Rudy whispers,” so fucking gorgeous.” 

Beads of sweat gather at your chest and hairline. You move faster, focused on the feel of Rudy filling and stretching you. Each bounce of your hips grinds your clit perfectly on his base. You squeeze around him and change the angle to thrust him deeper. You feel close again, rutting your hips and dragging your nails down his chest. Rudy keeps whispering sweet words to you, his fingers tugging your sensitive nipples. 

“Rudy,” you whine,” I’m close, baby.” 

“I know, princesa.” 

Rudy wraps both his hands around your waist and begins helping you ride him. He thrusts up, meeting your hips with each bounce. You fall into him and mold your mouth to his soft lips. It's sloppy, movements too fast for the kiss to land perfectly but it doesn’t matter. 

You feel the prickling at your spine and you clench around his thick cock. Your face moves to his neck and you cry out from the second orgasm. Rudy takes control, feeling you quiver and your movements becoming clumsy. He holds you close while he thrusts up, the sound of slapping filling the quiet office. He’s not far behind, the blow job you gave him earlier having him on the edge. 

“Where? Where do I finish?” 

“Insi– inside of me, Rudy,” you manage to stammer out. 

He chokes out a groan and you feel his warm release fill you. He continues thrusting, crying out your name and rubbing rough hands on your lower back. You suck the sensitive skin at his neck and squeeze around him, making sure to drain him completely. 

Rudy finishes, wrapping a hand around the side of your face to bring your lips to his. His thumb caresses your cheek while he gives you wet kisses and soft bites. Your hands wrap in his hair, pushing your body to his own. 

“Think that was the best payment I’ve ever received,” Rudy whispers. 

You laugh, ”Good to hear.” 

Rudy continues," Is there anything else you need me to fix?"

You playfully roll your eyes at him.

"I'll let you know if anything else comes up."

He places another kiss on your lips and lightly pats your outer thigh.

“How about a shower at my place and then food? ¿Qué piensas?” [What do you think?] 

You smile, ”Yes, please.” 

[sofasoap]

Love at first sight

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

Summary: Has spring finally came for Rudy? Part I, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5,Part 6,Epilogue

Warning: none apart from Scottish swear words? T-M rating.

Rudy's turn to get some Mini love!!! :) like Gaz, he is sooooo underrated.

My usual thanking @saltofmercury, mother of Mini, for lending me the character :) Please go and check out her fics!

“masterlist” for Mini MacTavish expanded verse.

Sergeant Major Rodolfo Parra thinks he is in love as soon as his eyes land on you.

You look so out of place, a beauty that doesn’t belong in this chaos and bloodshed. Your charming smile as you introduce yourself to the head of the medical team, the little frown as you concentrate and take in whatever information they were updating you.

The cute quizzical look and tilt of your head, repeating whatever words the soldier was trying to tell you.

Your face was beaming with joy as soon as you saw the Task Force 141 men exiting the helicopter,  you must be close with them, he thought. Running straight to the men and greeting each of them with a hug, his heart dropped when he saw the special greeting you gave to Sergeant Soap. Lifting you up with a bear hug, Soap laughed and gave you kisses on the cheek as you hit his shoulder playfully. Disappointment hit hard. You belong to Soap, he realised. You have already been spoken for. 

“... Rudy… Rudy, are you listening??”   Alejandro’s question brought his attention back. “Sorry brother, I was distracted.” 

Alejandro gave Rudy a pointed look. “It’s unlike you being distracted so easily.” He followed Rudy’s sight as he subconsciously turned his attention back to you again. Raising his eyebrow when he realise who Rudy was admiring,

“Ah, I see you have spotted Task Force 141’s new medic. Dr. MacTavish!” Alejandro called out to you. OH gosh, you and Soap are married too? Rudy felt even more ashamed lusting over his fellow brother in arm’s wife. 

“Colonel Vargas.” You nodded your head after jogging over to greet the man. 

“Doctor. Long time no see. I hope you are well.” Turn to slap Rudy on the back, pushing him forward, “May I introduce you to my second in command, Sergeant Major Rodolfo Parra. He was away on a mission last time when you arrived last.” Alejandro flashed Rudy a scheming smile as he introduced him. 

Rudy was confused. Why is Alejandro encouraging him? Extending his hand to you while mumbling a greeting. You held out your hand to return the shake with a shy smile as you gave out your name.

“Just call me Mini. Dr MacTavish sounds stiff and stuffy. Plus,” pointing with your thumb, towards the Task force 141 men, “I feel like I already know you. My brother and the boys told me stories of your bravery trying to break Colonel out of captivity.” 

Brother? You are sister to one of the men? Clogs turning in his brain. Can’t be Ghost, his family all died.  Price? More like father and daughter.. Gaz… maybe? That leaves…. 

“Sergeant Soap is your brother?” The lightbulb suddenly lit. 

Grinning wide, “Luckily we don’t look alike eh? I am obviously the better looking one. That bampot is indeed my brother." Oh, you have a quirky sense of humour too. He likes that. “ I CAN HEAR YOU CALLING ME NAME HERE MINI!!” Soap yelled. 

“Haud yer wheesht Johnny!!” You retorted. Ok. Now he can definitely hear the resemblance. 

“Anyway, nice to meet you Sergeant Major. I am sure we will see each other more in the future.” Giving him a wave, you turned back to join the 141 men.

“So, going to ask her for the number?”

“ I don’t know what you are talking about.” Rudy turns his head, blushing. 

Alejandro shakes his head. It’s going to be a long road ahead. 

[southernbluebellereader]

MASTERLIST

Who I write for: Call of Duty (Preferably MW2 and MW3); Star Trek (everything up to Enterprise + Strange New Worlds); Slashers (Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers); Jack Reacher (Alan Ritchson); SIX (coming soon)

REQUESTS: Closed | INBOX: Open | TAG LIST: Click Here | (*) = WIP

Last Update: December 29, 2023

{JACK REACHER}

| JACK REACHER (Alan Ritchson) |

General Headcanons

General Headcanons Part 2

X Fem! Southern Waitress

Peach Pie and Cream

{CALL OF DUTY}

| IMAGINES/HEADCANONS/REQUESTS |

Imagine Dancing with Alejandro Vargas and Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra

Imagine Dancing with John Price, Ghost, and Soap

Do They Know How to Take a Bra Off? (COD 141 + Alejandro, Rudy, & König)

Routines (Taskforce 141 x Southern Hairdresser Reader (PLATONIC))

Routines Part 2 (Taskforce 141 x Southern Hairdresser Reader (PLATONIC))

Tenderheart Bear (141 x People Pleaser F! Field Medic (PLATONIC))

How would the 141 react to you getting your nails done? (COD MW2) (Task Force 141 - Semi-NSFW)

(18) Request: Imagine Ghost & König with an anal vibrator

Request: 141 x Reader w/ Psoriasis & Vitiligo (SFW & Platonic)

Request: Taskforce 141 x Reader with rumors of being a slut

(18+) Request: Kvinlig Demon (141 x F! Reader w/ Womb Tattoo)

| CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE |

Requests

(18+) NSFW Price x Younger S/O & he is wrapped around your finger ;)

(18+) NSFW Daddy Price x Wife (this a little *spicy*)

Family Day (x Wife Reader; y'all and the 141 go to Disney World as a family)

Personal Nurse (x Nurse F! Reader)

Leg Warmers (x Reader w/ misaligned knee caps)

*Price begging - collar - sub!Price

X Female Escort Reader

[PART 1] Don’t Look At Me Like That (FLUFF/LITTLE ANGST)

[PART 2] Excitement in Patience (18+ MATURE)

[PART 3] Cup of Coffee (Kinda of a prequel)

X Female Wife Reader

Gray Hairs (FLUFF)

X Young Reader with Facial Scars

[PART 1] Bruised Apple (Platonic, Angst, Facial Scars, Mention of Violence)

[PART 2] Apple Slices (DITTO [Mention of Violence & Trauma])

[PART 3] Apple Pie (Platonic, going on slightly romantic, Angst, Fluffity Fluff)

X MILF Single Mom

Forbidden (Fluff, Innuendos, Brief mention of violence)

| LIEUTENANT SIMON “GHOST” RILEY |

Requests

Drake (x AFAB Teammate w/ Tattoo; Simon seeing their tattoo for the first time)

Turquesa (x AFAB Latinx Nurse Reader)

Midnight Dining (x AFAB Civilian Reader (leather jacket Ghost))

Emergency Snack Run (x AFAB Gas Station Clerk)

Personal Mechanic (Mechanic Ghost x AFAB Reader)

X Female Southern Cook

[PART 1] Midnight Snack (FLUFF & PLATONIC)

[PART 2] Tomato, Tom-ah-to (FLUFF & PLATONIC)

[PART 3] Bag of Peas (FLUFF & PLATONIC)

[PART 4] Hash Browns (FLUFF & MOSTLY PLATONIC)

[PART 5] Prickly Pear (FLUFF & DEF NOT PLATONIC ANYMORE)

[PART 6] Peaches and Cream (FLUFF, ANGST, LOVEY DOVEY)

[PART 7] Chicken and Dumplings (VERY ANGST, A LITTLE VIOLENCE)

[PART 8] Hot Links (FLUFFITY FLUFF FLUFF LOVEY DOVEY)

X Female Reader

(18+) Hot For Teacher (Simon's S/O gets a teacher costume for Halloween)

Being Chosen…By A Baby (Single Mom Reader)

| COLONEL ALEJANDRO VARGAS |

X Female Wife Reader

Forehead Kisses (FLUFF)

Alejandro and His Big Ol' Forehead - One, Two, Three, Four

| SERGEANT KEEGAN P. RUSS (COD GHOSTS) |

Fun and Games (x F! reader) (PLATONIC) - His name is said in a funny accent

| SERGEANT KYLE "GAZ" GARRICK |

Requests

A little nosy, aren't we? (x F! Reader gets caught looking at his social media)

(18+) Car Shenanigans (x F! Reader giving head/getting fingered)

Post-Mission Angst (x AFAB Reader)

X Female Signaler/Radiowoman Reader

Guardian Angel (bubbling relationship)

| KÖNIG |

How he likes to show affection by holding you close (xGN Reader)

| COMMANDER PHILLIP GRAVES |

X Pregnant Wife Reader

First Time Husband (first-time pregnancy; little angst, fluff)

| SERGEANT LOGAN WALKER (COD GHOSTS) |

Requests

Headcanons (Both SFW and NSFW)

What would Logan be like as a Father? (fuffity fluff fluff)

Headcanons Part 2 (Both SFW and NSFW)

| SOBIESŁAW "GROMSKO" KOŚCIUSZKO |

General Headcanons (SFW and NSFW)

Supportive Soft Friend (SFW Fluff)

| KATE LASWELL |

x Wife Reader

My Wife (fluffity fluff fluff)

| ALEX KELLER |

x F! New Yorker Medic Reader

Polar Opposites (Golden Retriever Alex, Black Cat Reader; Fluff)

| SERGEANT JOHNNY "SOAP" MACTAVISH |

Requests

*Dilf! Johnny x Babysitter

x F! Reader

Calling Him "Stud"

{STAR TREK}

| IMAGINES/HEADCANONS |

Kirk, Spock, & Bones x Southern Reader (SFW)

Do They Know How to Take Bra Off? (Kirk, Bones, Spock, Scotty, Chekov)

| DOCTOR LEONARD “BONES” MCCOY |

X Female Nurse Practitioner

Medical Couple (FLUFF LOVEY DOVEY; TOS/REBOOT MOVIES)

| FIRST COMMANDER SPOCK |

Requests

Pop of Color (x F! Betazoid Quartermaster/Seamstress; STRANGE NEW WORLDS)

{SLASHERS}

| JASON VOORHEES |

X Female Camp Counselor

Instinct (stalking)

{SIX}

| JOE "BEAR" GRAVES |

Requests

Request: Joe Graves X Younger Wife/GF Headcanons

[writeforfandoms]

Armor - pt 1

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Los Vaqueros borrow a CIA shifter to help them investigate a new drug in the streets of Las Almas. Of course, you can't keep your nose fully out of trouble… Fortunately Rodolfo is willing to help you out.

Welcome to my second offering for Fall4Rudy hosted by @glitterypirateduck - this part used the prompt "You don't know me."

This fic does take place in the same world as Born for Greatness, and ties into that story indirectly. However, you do not have to have read Born for Greatness to understand this one.

Warnings: shifter!reader, brief violence, canon typical violence, non graphic injury, minor character death, forced drug use, drug mention, cartel stuff.

Word count: 2.7k

Rodolfo Parra x f!reader

Technically, you weren't supposed to be in Mexico. You were supposed to be somewhere in Russia. 

But Laswell had pulled some strings and called in a favor, so. Here you were. Making your way to introduce yourself to the local alpha. 

Because Laswell had not only changed your assignment, but also sent you to deal with a pack. 

You were a little bit tempted to wring her neck. 

You stopped outside, taking a moment to eye the alpha, as he and his second in command eyed you. They were both good looking, with dark hair and dark eyes. 

But there was something about the second in command, hidden depths that intrigued you. 

"Alpha Vargas." You tipped your head to him. 

"Be welcome on my territory," he greeted, nodding to you. "Laswell said to expect you."

"She also said you'd give me more information on what you need help with." You smiled politely, tipping your chin. 

"Come inside." He nodded to the building behind him. "Have a drink with us." He clapped a hand to the other man's shoulder. 

"Rodolfo Parra," he introduced himself quietly. "Pack second." 

You nodded to him as well. "Pleasure." 

"Come," Alpha Vargas reiterated, leading the way inside. You followed quietly, observing the base with keen eyes. The pack here was not huge, only six members, but everyone on base had common shifter courtesy, from what you could see. 

The alpha's office was nice, and he waved you into a seat before he brought you a drink. He sat on the edge of his desk, his second sitting on the couch instead. 

"We need an unknown to do some surveillance," Vargas told you, tumbler dangling from his fingers. "All of my Vaqueros are known to the cartel here."

You nodded. This wasn't the first time you'd been thrown into a situation to gather intel. "Can do." 

He hummed, taking a sip of his drink. "Tomorrow," he decided. "For today, relax. Rudy will show you around." 

You blinked, a bit surprised, before you nodded. "Alright." You tossed the rest of your drink back, enjoying the brief burn, before setting your glass down. 

"This way." Rodolfo stood and waited for you to follow him. You did, of course, slinking after him with an easy confidence. 

Rodolfo was quiet as the two of you walked away from the alpha's office. He walked with the ease of someone not only used to having orders followed, but used to having some level of responsibility. Which made sense, as the pack second. 

"Have you been with your alpha long?" You tucked your hands in your pockets, looking around. The general hustle and bustle of a base was normal to hear, and the way nobody even tried to meet your eyes honestly felt nice. 

"You could say that." Rodolfo glanced back at you, amusement bright in his scent. "Twenty years."

You whistled lowly. "Damn," you muttered. "Impressive." 

“And you?” Rodolfo opened the door to another building, stepping inside and looking back at you. 

“Packless,” you informed him, easy as anything. It had been your own choice, after all. You didn’t need a pack. And you did better without yet another person keeping track of your movements. 

He nodded and didn’t offer condolences, which was a welcome change. Far too often, other shifters met that with pity, and you hated it. 

“This is your room,” he said, opening another door for you. “You are free to explore.”

“Why do you think he’s waiting until tomorrow?” You stepped into the room, taking a quick look to find your bag already sitting at the foot of the bed. The room was even a little decorated, a far cry from the bland, soulless military rooms you were used to.

Rodolfo was silent for a few moments, and when you turned to look at him he was already watching you. “We were advised you were coming from a different time zone,” he answered slowly. “And this is not so time sensitive you must move immediately.”

You huffed but nodded, accepting that. Good enough. Kind of unusual for a colonel to not shove you straight back into the field, but you’d take it for today. “I see. Thank you.” 

He nodded once before looking away. “Let one of us know if you need anything.”

You nodded, watching him turn and stride away. You weren’t sure what he shifted into, but you were willing to lay even odds on a canine of some sort. You were curious, of course. You wanted to know. But you weren’t about to ask. That would be rude. 

Clearly, a little exploring was in order. So that’s exactly what you did, taking your time surveying the base. It was nice, had personality, different from what you were used to. But in a good way. Nobody met your gaze, instead looking at your chin or forehead, which was just fine with you. (Actually, you were impressed with how easy it was.) 

You’d definitely had worse places to stay before. 

It was easy to pick out the pack among the rest - the pack all circled up around their alpha at dinner time, chatting and laughing with an ease you were almost envious of. 

Rodolfo met your gaze across the distance between you for a moment and raised one eyebrow, looking back to the table. A silent invitation. You smiled gently and shook your head just a little when he looked back at you. You were fine by yourself.

You were always fine by yourself. 

The job, when you finally got the details, didn’t sound too bad. The Vaqueros were all too well known to go looking, but you could pose as a tourist and get in places they would be noticed. The local cartel didn’t know to look for you, and you could blend in. 

Rodolfo was to be your point of contact. Of course. 

“We’ve arranged a room for you,” he said as he walked you back to your room. “In the city, so you will not have to trek back out here. We have communications set up for you.”

“Think the cartel will be that curious?” You weren’t dismissive, simply curious.

“It is difficult to say.” Rodolfo shrugged. “But we are asking you to, hm, poke your nose into their business.”

You surprised yourself with your laugh, head tipping back a little. “That’s not a hardship for me,” you told him with a grin. “I do that all the time on my own.” 

He smiled, amused, and shook his head. “I’ll drive you out,” he murmured. “Is thirty minutes enough?”

“Plenty,” you assured him. “Thanks.” You nodded once to him as you stepped inside to gather enough to tide you over a few days. Fortunately you had a few civilian outfits with you. 

The drive out of the compound was quiet. It wasn’t until you got closer to town that you gave in to the curiosity clawing at your chest. 

“Is your pack really that well known here?”

“Yes.” He shot you an amused look. “This is surprising to you?” 

“It is.” You leaned back in your seat, contemplating how best to phrase your thoughts. “My family always kept quiet about it. Old town superstitions, nonsense like that.” 

He hummed his understanding, gaze flitting briefly to you again. “No place is perfect.”

Your laugh was soft this time, your lips stretching in a grin to show your teeth. “True enough.” The city grew closer slowly, and you shifted in your seat. You knew he’d drop you off on the outskirts, to avoid raising suspicion. “I’ll try not to contact you in the middle of the night.”

He paused, pulling over so he could twist to look at you head-on. “You contact me any time,” he said, holding your gaze. Not pulling rank, just keeping your attention firmly on him. “For any reason. Si?” 

You blinked at him, caught off guard. Not just by the eye contact, but the intensity. The sincerity in his words was palpable in his scent, too. He really meant it.

“Okay,” you agreed slowly. 

He held your gaze for another two long moments before he nodded once and started driving again. 

He left you in the arranged drop location, bag slung over your shoulder, sun warm against your skin. You had directions to the hotel memorized, and you set off at an easy walk.

Sure, you were looking for cartel and for their involvement in the city, but you were also looking for anything odd or out of place. Thus, taking your time walking around. 

Signs of the cartel were everywhere, as were signs of violence. It was clear to you that something had happened here fairly recently - the cartel people you saw were more vigilant, almost nervous. The civilians were as well, constantly on the lookout. 

Good thing you were just a dumb tourist, then. 

You didn’t check in until that night, and that first check in was short. You’d arrived, nobody followed you, you’d report back when you had more. Rodolfo wished you luck. 

You tried not to be touched by his care. 

Two more days brought nothing of use, just dead ends and being sworn at. Nothing new, really. Your curiosity came in handy here, giving you the patience to explore, even if you didn’t always have the wisdom to back off when you should. 

Some of your frustration must have leaked through that third night, though. 

“Estás bien,” Rodolfo murmured. “Cálmate.”

“I’m calm,” you shot back, a little annoyed. “I’m fine.”

“You do not sound it.”

“You don’t know me.” 

That gave him pause, silence sitting between you both for long moments. “Not yet,” he admitted. “But I would like to.”

You blinked, jaw dropping in surprise. “...What?” 

“You heard me.” 

“You are trying to distract me.”

His chuckle was soft. “Perhaps, but I am also telling the truth.”

“We’re putting a pin in that until I’m done,” you decided after a moment, shaking your head. “After I’m done, we can get food, if you’d like. How’s that?” 

“Acceptable.” His smile was clear in his voice. “Keep me updated.”

“WIll do.” You hung up and blew out a breath. He… wanted to get to know you. Even though you were on loan. Even though you were not part of his pack. 

Huh. Well. That definitely gave you some food for thought. 

It took two more days for you to find trouble. 

You poked your nose somewhere it didn’t belong, and ended up finding much more than you anticipated. 

Having four guns pointed at you was nothing new. Being tied up while this happened was nothing new. Being threatened with mysterious white powder, however, was new. 

You could just hear two of them arguing while the others kept their guns on you. Something about you being a spy (correct), trying to get the formula (incorrect), something something rival production group (so wrong it was laughable), if they wanted to find out so bad they could get a sample off your corpse… Huh. That sounded bad. 

You were still trying to twist your hands free when one of the men dumped a little baggy of white powder on you. 

Welp. You were dead for sure. 

But the burning sensation against your skin was new. Some of the powder got up your nose and the burning intensified, traveling from your nose up to the rest of your head, and down to the rest of your body. You breathed in, pressure building, until you couldn’t hold it in. 

You shifted, bones shifting and muscles changing, feeling every agonizing moment. It felt like it lasted forever, but could have only been seconds. 

Leaving you on the ground, the chair splintered under you, fur all on end. You shook your head, disoriented, trying to right yourself. 

The first gunshot skimmed your shoulder, and you yowled. You didn’t know where you were, and it didn’t matter. You weren’t safe. 

The first man fell to your claws, his screams echoing in your head, too loud. And he wasn’t the only threat. Nothing made sense but you knew you needed to defend yourself. 

Your jaws and paws were dripping by the time you felt safe, by the time the shouting and shooting had stopped. You turned a quick circle to make sure there were no other threats, but all was quiet. Your chest heaved with your panting, jaws parted, the burning under your skin urging you to move, to get out, to run. 

So you did. You left the room and managed to find your way out of the building. Outside was dark but that worked to your advantage, letting you slip away from humanity, taking to rooftops to get out faster. It wasn’t long until the city was behind you, leaving you in more open land. 

The burning finally faded from your skin and your mind, leaving you exhausted but yourself again. But you couldn’t shift back. Trying sent a jolt through you, causing you to hiss. 

Well. You were definitely late to check in with Rodolfo, but there was nothing you could do about that now. You could hardly waltz back into the city and climb up to your room, not as you were. 

Mountain lions weren’t exactly a common sight in Las Almas, after all. 

Growling softly to yourself, you finally huffed. You could find a spot to hang out until you could shift and then get back to the hotel. You could try to get back to the base. You could just find somewhere to chill for a while and hope a better idea came to you. 

Well. The base wasn’t that far from town. You could make it. 

So you started walking, keeping to the side of the road. Just in case. It was dark, but nothing your vision couldn’t handle. Thank goodness for that. 

Your tail swished in agitation as you recalled the drug they’d dumped on you. You had assumed something more run of the mill, but that had clearly been something worse. You were far from an expert, but you’d heard rumors of a drug that forced a shift. 

Having now experienced it first hand, you could definitely add that it was not pleasant. You’d shifted almost feral, had gone fully feral when shot at. (Not that you felt bad about that - they had been planning to kill you, so you had no sympathy for them.) 

If the cartel was making that shit, which it sounded like, you needed to make the Vaqueros aware. That could be very dangerous let loose on the pack. 

It had certainly done a number on you. 

The sun was just starting to rise when you got to base. You stopped a little ways away and yowled, hoping to attract attention without getting shot at. Again. Fortunately, your wound had stopped bleeding long ago. Unfortunately, you were half-covered in dry or drying blood, and you felt absolutely disgusting. 

The commotion of multiple soldiers coming up to the gate was clearly audible to you, and your tail flicked against the ground. 

But it wasn’t until you heard Rodolfo that you tried to approach, yowling again, looking for the sergeant major. 

He called your name, and you trotted closer, paws silent on the ground. The gate opened and Rodolfo walked out to meet you, crouching down near you. 

“Can you shift back?” he asked, keeping his voice low. He didn’t touch you, but his gaze caught on all the blood on your fur.

You huffed and settled down to focus. It took a few moments (including one moment of sheer panic) before you shifted back, still bloody and sticky and gross. Remnants of the white powder clung to your skin and hair. 

Rodolfo was quick to shuck his jacket, tossing it over your shoulders. “Need to get you back to medical,” he fussed, gaze sweeping over you again. 

“I can walk,” you assured him, though you didn’t move away from him. The helping hand at your elbow was, in fact, helping. And soothing. 

He shot off orders in Spanish to get the alpha and alert medical, staying close to your side. Your progress to medical was slow as your body protested the drugs and the hard use. 

But you got there in the end, near-collapsing onto a bed. Rodolfo hovered, refusing to leave. Which was kind of nice, honestly. You got to hold his hand while you got stitches. 

"Thank you," you murmured to him when the nurse stepped out. 

"Any time." He squeezed your hand, looking down at you with some emotion you didn't want to identify.

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Lust you-Rodolfo Parra NSFW

A/N: I want to sit on his face and then cuddle and tell him how much I love him and I will not apologise for this confession...

Based on a request:

I neeed more Rudy x fem!reader😩 like there’s hardly anything of him on this app :( maybe the readers in the military and just is super needy one day, I’m sure Rudy would help ;) much love!

F!Reader, smut, MDNI, unprotected!sex, soldier!reader, 18+, oral!sex, established!relationship, voyeurism

A/N: Straight to it.

"Rudy, please touch me~" your hands on his belt, pulling him close. He smirks, "Cariño, not now." his hands tease your arms with his fingertips. "Not now, okay?" he softly kisses your forehead. You grab his hand and place it between your hips, making the skirt you were wearing lift. Your warm skin at the grace of his fingers, "Please, it can be quick, Rudy por favor." you lean in, lips touching his neck as you whisper. His chuckle is deep as he grabs you by the hips, "Needy are you now, mi amor" he kisses your neck, lifting you up effortlessly to the counter of the common room.

Your skirt is now at your waist, his hand teasing your entrance. "Already so wet for me, huh." his free hand at your bra. "Take the top off mi amor, let me see your body the way it's meant to be seen." You obey, your shirt on the floor, your bra comes undone and he smirks groping your tits with his hand. "So beautiful," he kisses them, tongue teasing your nipples, eyes closed as he enjoys the sound of your moans. You let out a soft chuckle as he nibbled on one of your nipples. His other hand still teasing your entrance, one finger ready to fuck into you but before he looks at you, "Let me see your wet pussy, cariño."

Your hips lift and your panties get thrown to the side. He makes sure you are sat properly on the counter, he smirks and then bends down, his face now on your wet pussy. His tongue parting your folds, tongue fucking you whilst you moan. Your eyes closed, hand on his hair as he rocks your hips, his nose on your clit too. You hear a low groan, open your eyes and see Alejandro sitting across from the view, his hand on the bulge of his trousers, with a grin he puts a finger over his lips, signalling you don't mention him in the room. Before you can decide, Rudy sucks your clit, and a loud wet kiss noise fills the room. You moan and whimper, the pleasure he is giving you is more than you could've dreamed of.

Your juices dripped on his tongue and down his chin, creating a mess with your slick. He moans and smiles, enjoying how sweet you taste, and how much of an easy slut you have become for him in this second. Alejandro is there, stroking himself, spitting on the tip of his cock, he watches you two intently. Your eyes close for a second but you know he can't and won't look away. "Fuck, mi amor, you are heaven." Rudy praises and sucks your clit more, fingers now deep inside of you. "Ruuuddyy!" you moan, legs over his shoulders, his hands gripping your thighs or hips. "What sweet noises you make, my R/N."

He can feel you clench around him, your cunt dripping, your legs shaking and your orgasm ready to spill out. You shut your eyes, your hand still pushing his face into your slick, too good to let him pull away now. "I can feel you're close, R/N, and cariño, I want you to come undone for me," he says against your already sensitive clit. You whimper, feeling closer to the edge by the second. "Cum for me, please...mi amor be a good girl and cum" he says between kisses. His voice was soft like velvet, getting drunk on your juices, "Por favor, cum...please..please..porfa..mi amor" his voice was desperate but still soft despite the subtle whimpers he lets out between pleas. Once he gives your pussy a good fingering, you gasp and pant, feeling yourself weak at his.

Alejandro keeps stroking, his tip is swollen and ready to leak his seed on his hands. He continues to stroke himself, watching how you pinch your hard yet sensitive nipples, and how Rudy licks his lips and kisses your tits and shoulders. He manspreads and fastens the speed of his strokes. Once his cum leaks from his tip, pulls his trousers back up and as Rudy still licks your pussy winks and walks away. "Heaven, R/N, that is what you are." Rudy gets back up, kissing your collar bones then your lips. "Tell me mi amor, do you want more later?"

"Yes." you respond, your arms wrapped around his neck as you pull him close, "I love you, Rudy," you whisper. "Yo te amo más, R/N," he kisses you again.

A/N: If you think this sounded too familiar, go check @badjhurva 's audio abt König eating you out bc that shit is so good and I got inspiration from it...clearly

Tags: @liyanahelena @ana-paulinathe-arts

[intoxicated-chan]

Each Other’s Other

♡o。.✿ฺ Paring // Alejandro Vargas x F!Medic!Reader x Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra

♡o。.✿ฺ Summary // Valeria gets under your skin, her comments about her past relationship with Alejandro makes a tear in your relationship with him. Rodolfo is there to sooth you and maybe sooth his own emotions that have been growing for years.

♡o。.✿ฺ (A/n) // I might make a part 2, maybe…

♡o。.✿ฺ Word Count // 1.5k

♡o。.✿ฺ Content Warnings // Female reader, jealousy, angst, petnames (cariño), mentions of cheating, mentions of wounds, unrequited love, sexual theme, swearing…

Part 1 | Part 2 (Coming Soon!)

It was like a game. Valeria seeing how comfortable Alejandro was with you, it made her sick to her stomach, she wasn’t going to lie to herself and say, “I already moved on.” She clearly hasn’t. Rodolfo could see it, everyone else could see it, hell even Ghost could! But she has moved on, there should be no reason why she’s angered when Alejandro engulfs you the way he has to he in the past, the way his kisses linger on your skin.

Valeria felt her eyes water, her fists clench in jealousy and rage… There was no way the two of you were gonna be happy for the rest of your lives. But what made Valeria break was the engagement ring Soap mentioned, that stupid boy…

The playful and cocky smirk was no longer on her face, they all could see it in her eyes when Alejandro, Rodolfo, and you returned.

“What’s the matter Valeria?” Alejandro laughs, “Cat got your tongue?”

Valeria scoffs, “I could catch many things, you for example.”

Alejandro shakes his head, not moved, touched, or even affected by her statement. Yet he doesn’t reject her accusation, only narrowing which meant… ‘Keep your mouth shut.’ But Valeria knew more than to obey his orders, she doesn’t take orders from anyone.

“I remember when you used to take me up to the lake, we’d watch the stars, and… make love for hours on end.” She looks in your direction, your eyes looking down at the ground, “I remember the way you would let your hands linger all over my body that I was a goddess.” She then turns to you, “Is that what he makes you feel? Like a goddess? Like there’s no one that could ever match your beauty?” Valeria laughs when she hears you let out a shutter.

“Valeria! Enough with your lies.” Alejandro barks which makes her laugh at him this time.

“My lies?! You’re the one who made me feel like I was something! I spent all those nights cold in my bed, believing that you’d toss that whore and come back crawling to me!”

“Valeria!”

“No!” Valeria suddenly stands, ignoring Rodolfo readying his gun, “You don’t get to tell me to be silent when you’ve not only been lying to me, but to her.”

“Excuse me?” You finally speak, picking your head up to face her.

“When he proposes, he’s going to swear that nothing or no one will make him stop loving you. He said that to me once and guess where he is now! He broke it off with me so he could have fun with you!”

“Enough Valeria!”

The silence was painful, you and Valeria stared at each other, yet you were the one to first break eye contact, swallowing the nervousness in your throat and trying to remain cool, “I must check in with the other squads. Let’s hope they’re still in one piece.” You spoke calmly, and shut the door behind you.

“What’s the matter with you Valeria?!” Alejandro pushes her back, “You have the nerve to try and tear my relationship apart?! Yes, there was a time I did love you but it’s all gone now, you’ve shown me your true colors!” Alejandro races out of the room and chases after you, leaving Valeria with Rodolfo.

“(Y/n)! Wait please!” Alejandro places his hand on your shoulder which you push off.

“Are you and Valeria done staring into each other’s eyes?”

Alejandro sighs, “Oh cariño, that was in the past. There’s nothing between me and that woman.”

“Really? Because it seemed like something more, especially when she talked about the lake.” You scoff, knowing the look in his eyes, “You took me to a lake, did those exact same things. Was it the same one you took her too?”

“Cariño-”

“Don’t!” You shouted, interrupting him, “Don’t you dare call me that.”

“...Yes it was.”

How could you even be surprised at this point, “I knew it. You were trying to make me a Valeria. All those places you took me, you took her as well, didn’t you?”

“No I wasn’t trying to do any of that, I love you and only you.”

“…I think I need some time alone. If you need me for important things then I’ll be helping the soldiers with their wounds.” You walk away, wanting to let out a huff.

Rodolfo lowers his rifle as Valeria sits back down, throwing one leg over the other. She acts like nothing happened, as if she didn’t just cause irreversible damage to your relationship.

“Why?” Rodolfo mumbles, “Why would you say that?”

Valeria grumbles and stands from her seat for the hundredth time, “Because you don’t know what it’s like! Watching them hug and kiss each other sickened me!” Valeria pants before she continues her rant, she sees the look in Rodolfo’s eyes.

“You know it too?” Valeria sighs, “It’s her, isn’t it?”

Rodolfo carefully nods, “It is.”

“It’s painful, isn’t it? Watching the woman you love so dearly being sweeped up by the man you look up to? You refuse to say anything because you tell yourself If she’s happy then I’m happy but it’s all wrong, you’re dying on the inside.”

“You, Valeria, bare your feelings to me?”

“No seas tonta.” (Don’t be silly.) Valeria rolls her eyes, “I’m just explaining how you feel.”

“And you feel the same when Alejandro loves (Y/n).”

“Don’t speak of his name!” Valeria shouts at him, “What I’m saying is this… Now is the best time to comfort your little crush, it’s time for you to face your feelings.”

Rodolfo shakes his head, “The same way as you did?”

“¡Vete a la mierda!” (Fuck off!)

Rodolfo found you caring over the injured soldiers. Scolding them whenever they reopen their wounds, refuse to rest or eat. You acted like their mother, which you and Alejandro were called the parents of the Mexican Special Forces. What is Rodolfo’s role in that? Playing the homewrecker? The true cause of their relationship failing? Did Alejandro catch his eyes lingering on you for longer than they should be?

“¿Qué dije? Debes descansar si quieres entrenar.” (What did I say? You must rest if you want to train.) You shake your head as you push the soldier back on their bed.

As you write the current status of your patient, you look up and see Rodolfo standing in front of you, “Sergeant Major Parra… Do you need anything?” It pains him that you used his title but even as close friends, you always try to remain respectful.

“I… I need to talk to you, in private.”

“Okay.”

You led Rodolfo to your office, closing the door behind him, “What is that you wanted to talk about?” Taking a seat while Rodolfo remained standing, “I’m alright if you’re wondering.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. I don’t know what to say about Vargas.” Oh you’re definitely pissed. Saying Alejandro is one thing but calling him by his last name is something different.

“What do you mean?” Rodolfo pulls up a chair next to you and sits.

You sigh, rubbing your eyes tiredly, “We had a fight and I needed some time.”

“Do you know what to do next?”

“Do I even know anything at this point?” You lift your head to look at Rodolfo, eyes watering, a pit forms in your throat as you hesitate to speak, “...I was so excited to be with Alejandro but when we got together, I thought it was all me, I thought I was the problem.”

“What happened?”

“It felt like Alejandro was seeing someone other than me. Not like going out and cheating on me but still-”

“Loving Valeria?”

You nod, “I wouldn’t be surprised if I found out that all the places he took me to, he also took Valeria.” You lay your head on Rodolfo’s shoulder, “I guess I was the other woman all along.”

Rodolfo carefully places an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer, “Don’t say that.”

“I must’ve done something wrong…”

“(Y/n)-”

“Alejandro did act that way until months into the relationship.”

“(Y/n) listen to me-”

“I should-”

“(Y/n) listen to me please.” Rodolfo cuts you off, careful to not raise his voice at you, “You did nothing wrong from the start. Alejandro was still in love with Valeria and made the mistake that getting with you will solve everything. But that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t love you, he loves you in his own way that would seem… I don’t know how to explain it but listen to me when I say this, there is someone out there who loves you more than Alejandro does.”

You scoff, “Like hell there is,”

“I want you to know that I…” You stare up at him, guilt forming in his eyes. Was he really going to confess to his best friend’s girlfriend and probably soon to be fiancee, “I will always be your friend, no matter what happens between you and Alejandro.”

You smile for once, nuzzling into his shoulder, “Thank you Rodolfo, I’m glad to know that I have you as a friend.”

A knock on the door made you pull yourself out of Rodolfo’s comfort, “Come in!” You shout. Another soldier comes in, “Please tell me you didn’t reopen your wounds.”

“No.” They shake their head making you sigh in relief, “The others did.” Which makes you hold in a groan.

“Great. I’ll see you later Rodolfo.” You wave, he returns it.

Rodolfo royally just screwed himself over.

© Intoxicated-Chan, I do not allow my work to be copied, translated, modified, adapted, or put on any other platform without permission.

[homicidal-slvt]

I neeed some Rudy smut! I’m so ridiculously feral for him and he doesn’t get the love he deserves. Fem or GN reader please. I don’t really see him being the soft, gentle type like most people do but it’s completely up to you! Maybe the readers being a brat or perhaps the reader is so, so needy and they seek him out and he makes them beg. But again, anything you write I will gobble it up like a rabid wolf.

"Hold Still"

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Rodolfo Parra x F!Reader

Civilian|Y/N

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Warnings: Smut, Orgasm Denial, Mean!Rudy, Degradation

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You struggled and squirmed as he held the vibrator to you, your wrists restrained above your head by his belt.

He denied your orgasm yet again pulling it away from you just as you got so close and he fucking smiled at you as he did so, a glint in his eyes that he only ever got in the bedroom.

"Rudy- Rudy please I'm sorry I..."

"I told you to hold still, tesoro."

He practically purred out the term of endearment, the tone sickeningly sweet as he punished you over and over.

"Couldn't keep your hands to yourself while I was busy today could you? So so needy? Walking around in nothing but underwear and a t-shirt just to mess with me."

"Rudy-"

"Shhh... I'm just giving my little slut exactly what she was hoping for. My undivided attention."

Your jaw clenched shut as he pressed the vibrator to you again, trying so hard to just hold still like he asked because otherwise you would be edged yet again.

Who knows how long this game could go on for.

He loves making you squirm and yet is punishing you for it, aiming to make you as desperate as possible.

What a sweet yet wicked man.

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{Sorry it's a bit short.}

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{More Content}

[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

Piedra del Sol

Prompt: I can’t get you out of my head

Pairing: Rodolfo ‘Rudy’ Parra x F!Reader

Summary: Fools in love without the common sense of telling the other (sounds familiar?)

Warning: Just fluff. Also my first time trying the xReader thing, which I’m not completely comfortable with, but ah well. Anything for #Fall4Rudy!

Tagging the master curator @glitterypirateduck and @sofasoap because she gave me the idea

You knew you shouldn’t have, but you did.

You allowed yourself to fall in love with none other than Sargento Mayor Rodolfo ‘Rudy’ Parra, while working as liaison between the CIA and Los Vaqueros.

To be perfectly honest, who would blame you? The man was a dream come true. Serious, honest, with a smile that brightened your day every time you managed to make him chuckle with a bad joke or your atrocious accent when trying to order at the bar.

And that he was damned attractive didn’t help either. The day you happened to find him lifting weights with Colonel Vargas was engraved in your memory and warmed many of your nights in your barely furnished apartment. 

And you knew where you went wrong today, too. 

You shouldn’t have accepted Alejandro’s invitation to hit the bar with the rest of Los Vaqueros. Seeing Rudy in civilian clothes took the breath right out of your lungs. It should be illegal how delicious a man can look in jeans and a white shirt, especially when it happens to fit a bit tight, and has a couple of loose buttons. 

It wasn’t like you hadn’t tried to look good yourself either. The way Rudy’s eyes darkened when he saw the little black long-sleeved dress you were wearing was enough to make your mouth water and press your thighs together. How in the world could he make you feel like a horny teenager with just his eyes was a mystery. You two hadn’t even exchanged anything more than pleasantries and jokes. 

‘‘¡Bonita! (Pretty one)’’ Alejandro promptly welcomed you with open arms, and you couldn’t help but smile and offer your hand. But he just grabbed your wrist and pulled you into his arms for a quick hug before turning around with you still in his arms to face the rest of Vaqueros, and the rest of clients at the bar. ‘‘You better behave yourselves, compadres (mates), this one is off limits, ¿oído? (understood?)’’

A mixed chorus of groans and laughter received his words, but you felt relieved. Local men were very forward with their vocal appreciation, and you had been asked out by at least five of them already until the Colonel had to hold a meeting to instruct his men about leaving you the fuck alone. 

But once their affection turned elsewhere, you were having a great time in Las Almas, if you had to be honest.

‘‘¿Qué tomas, bonita? (What are you drinking, pretty one?)’’ Alejandro asked, guiding you to an empty stool between the one he had been using and… Rudy. You smiled at the Sergeant Major, feeling the rush of blood in your cheeks when he smiled back, and then looked back at the Colonel to answer.

‘‘Just a soda, Ale, I have a virtual meeting at 7am and I don’t need the hangover’’ You smiled apologetically when he mockingly raised his hands in despair, but went to ask the bartender. You turned your head back at Rudy to find his eyes on you, and for a moment he looked startled, like caught in the middle of an improper act. Was that blush?

‘‘I… ehm… Is it normal to have meetings so early on Sunday?’’ Rudy asked, a bit rushed, as if he were trying to pretend he hadn’t been devouring you with his eyes. It made you feel good. It made you feel more than good. 

Maybe wearing the dress hadn’t been a bad idea after all.

‘‘Only when my boss is feeling particularly shitty I guess’’ You shrugged, not wanting to think about your boss at that moment. Not when Sergeant Parra was sitting that close to you, so close that you could smell his aftershave. Or his cologne. Whatever it was, it smelled good. Sitting next to him, you shifted in your stool to press your thighs together again, trying to ignore the warmth between your legs.

That man had no business being that tempting.

The night slowly went on, between laughs, drinks and smoke, and you didn’t even realize that the hours had passed until Alejandro gently tapped your shoulder to attract your attention.

‘‘Bonita, it’s almost midnight’’ The Colonel laughed at your startled face when you rushed to check your watch to find out that yes, it was. ‘‘May I call a taxi for you?’’

‘‘No need, Alejandro, the weather is nice, I’ll walk’’ You smiled, feeling grateful that you decided not to drink that night. The moment you rose to your feet Rudy was beside you.

‘‘I’ll walk you home’’ The Sergeant Major cleared his throat when the Colonel looked at him with an amused smile. Rudy lived nowhere near where you did. ‘‘I was about to head out anyway’’

‘‘Buenas noches a los dos (Good night to the both of you)’’ Alejandro smiled, waving while the two of you walked out, making your way among the growing crowd pooling inside the bar. You could feel Rudy’s hand guiding you, pressing lightly against the small of your back, and you resisted the urge to lean on him.

Outside, the night was warm and buzzing with activity. The streets were full of people enjoying one of the last summer nights, and soon you found yourself inching closer to Rudy every time another group walked too close. The first time your right elbow brushed his left arm, he immediately raised it to wrap it around your shoulders, keeping you close to his body to protect you from being bumped into.

You weren’t complaining.

Slowly, the ruckus died down as you entered residential streets, more silent and peaceful. You half expected Rudy to let go of you now that there was no danger of being pushed around by other pedestrians, but he didn’t, his hand firm on your shoulder, gently cradling you in the crook of his armpit. 

You dared to turn your head slightly to rest your temple and cheek on his chest, comforted by his slow and steady heartbeat. You felt his hand tighten holding your shoulder, and the rhythm of his heart quicken a bit. To any passers-by, you’d look like just another couple on a midnight stroll.

Maybe it hadn’t been such a bad idea after all.

‘‘No te puedo sacar de mi cabeza (I can’t get you out of my head)’’ Rudy murmured, all of a sudden, and your heart skipped a beat. You weren’t fluent speaking Spanish, your accent and your embarrassment prevented you from doing better, but you were fluent in understanding it. But that was a fact that only Colonel Vargas knew, the rest of the Vaqueros thought you barely knew some sentences.

As the two of you walked down your street, Rudy poured his heart out to you. How much he had tried to get over what he thought at first was a silly crush on the new face. How many times he had longed to be brave enough to ask you out when he had heard the others mentioning how you had rejected them. How many nights he had been awake, unable to sleep, just thinking about you. 

All of that he said in Spanish. And you understood every word.

Finally, you arrived at the door of your building, and Rudy sighed, starting to release your shoulder. But you turned around to face him, your hands reaching up to rest on his chest, looking up at his startled face.

‘‘Tell me something else in Spanish, Rudy…’’ You begged, your voice low and sweet, and beneath your fingers on his chest you felt his pulse falter. Hesitatingly, his hands found purchase on your waist, trembling, almost expecting you to reject him. But you didn’t.

Slowly, he leaned in until he could brush your ear with his lips, his breath raising your skin in goosebumps.

‘‘Amar es combatir, es abrir puertas,

dejar de ser fantasma con un número

a perpetua cadena condenado

por un amo sin rostro;

el mundo cambia

si dos se miran y se reconocen’’

(To love is to battle, to open doors, 

to cease to be a ghost with a number 

forever in chains, forever condemned 

by a faceless master; the world changes 

if two look at each other and recognize each other.)

You exhaled the breath you had been holding without realizing, feeling the brush of Rudy’s lips on your earlobe as he murmured the verses against your skin. Your fingers dig slightly in his chest over his shirt, and you felt more than heard the low grunt that came from deep within his chest. His hands gripped your waist tighter.

‘‘Isn’t that… Piedra del Sol, by Octavio Paz?’’ You whispered, brushing your own lips on the side of his neck, breathing him in, and you smirked when he tensed, feeling the warmth of his skin as he blushed.

‘‘How… you…’’ Rudy cleared his throat, feeling stupid, but his hands gripped you tighter, forcing you closer until your bodies were flush. ‘‘You understand Spanish’’

‘‘I do’’ You laughed softly, pressing a kiss to his neck, feeling his quickened pulse. ‘‘But I think I need more Spanish lessons, Rudy… only if you are the teacher’’

He chuckled, one of his hands leaving your waist to cup your jaw and force you to tilt your head upwards, so he could see your eyes and your smile before he leaned in and kissed you.

‘‘Creo que tienes razón, mi amor (I think you’re right, my love)’’ 

The following morning, you missed your meeting.