#rodolfo parra mw2

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ALEDOLFO Headcanons Part 2

I promised Aledolfo headcanons once chapter 3 of the soap/ghost came out and it is out so here we go:

Rodolfo's favourite thing about Alejandro is the way he goes quiet when he's tired, but his voice always, always, betrays how in love he is with Rudy.

Alejandro fell first, Rodolfo fell harder. Quite literally Rodolfo tripped and on the way down his heart ended up in Alejandro's hands. They joke about it often, since people assume Alejandro did all the pursuing but it was really Rodolfo who wanted to woo Alejo properly.

They alternate cooking nights based on their shifts. If they've both had a shitty mission/op they go to Rodolfo's mom's house for dinner.

Don't believe Alejandro when he says he's the better cook, he believes that good food means half a container of spices.

Not that it's bad, just really really spicy.

Alejandro and Rodolfo have weekly date nights, they usually end up on a Wednesday or Thursday since ops tend to come in on Friday mornings.

Date nights vary from; going out to dinner, a quiet movie, bar hopping, visiting a safehouse to sit on the roof and watch the stars before falling asleep on the blanket Rodolfo remembered to set out, or just laying in bed by 7 at night and holding one another.

They have Mom & Dad mugs and matching shirts from the rest of Los Vaqueros, especially from the younger recruits.

Occasionally someone teases that Rodolfo and Alejandro might as well share the title of Coronel as a joint unit, tbf Rodolfo is just as respected as Alejandro is.

[NSFW] that often leads to Alejandro teasingly calling Rodolfo, Coronel, in the bedroom.

It leads to wonderful results.

Rodolfo pulls, so many bitches and hoes, Alejandro is fed up, apparently the strong silent type with sweet bambi eyes is more popular.

Alejandro would know, he bagged that strong silent type.

Alejandro is the embodiment of that Will + Jada meme where he's just like look at my wife, because all drunk Alejandro can talk about is his gorgeous, intelligent, capable husband.

Their wedding took place in the safehouse. In the barn.

The armoury was Alejandro's wedding gift to Rodolfo, among other things.

Rodolfo got him the truck, among other things.

They wear their rings around their necks, ring fingers have their initials tattooed on the inside.

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Normalcy & Domesticity | Rodolfo Parra x m!reader

@guardkeywolf asked: You wanted some Rudy and I'm here for it!

"Fuck, I've missed waking up with you"

Rudy X Male Reader where SAS!Male Reader comes back to Rudy after being away on a super long mission and just enjoys being with his boyfriend again

summary: men like you are never given normalcy and domesticity, so when you do finally get a taste of it, you want to make every second count:

tws: swearing, smoking

Normalcy and domesticity was not often afforded and awarded to men like you and Rodolfo, it was not often that you could so much as smell it, let alone have it, and you were both well aware of that; between him being part of the Los Vaqueros and you being part of the SAS, being together was rare, and being home together was even rarer. Actually being home with one another was often a short period of time as well, and thanks to your job especially, the phone could ring and you would be out of the door within minutes, only to disappear for days, weeks, months. It hurt, you couldn’t lie about that, it hurt to be away from him and to be apart for so long, but at the same time, you had a job to do, and so did he, and you both knew what you were signing up for when you started dating; besides, when you walked through the door, and saw him half-asleep on the sofa after trying to wait up for you, it made it all worth it. The fact that he would have something by Sabaton playing quietly on the speaker, a rolled cigarette and a cold can of Red Bull waiting on the coffee table, and your favourite film ready to go on the television, it always more than made up for the time that you had lost. If he was deployed at the same time you were, and he was anywhere near you, he would always visit, too. 

Rodolfo was good to you like that, as even though he knew he shouldn’t have wasted the time to go and see you at whatever base it was at the time, he still came to see you, and he always managed to find a cold can of Red Bull for you, too; if you had the chance and the time to visit him at whatever base he was at, though, you would always make sure that your phone was charged, and you would make him a little playlist of all the heavy metal songs that you liked that had been released recently, and you would sit with him and let him borrow one of your earbuds so that he could listen with you - more often than not, it was something by Sabaton. But normalcy and domesticity was not often given to you and Rodolfo, no matter how hard you tried for it to be and no matter how hard you fought for it; your jobs could drag you away from one another at any given moment, so the second that you were home together, you always made it a point to make as much of the time as you possibly could. You never took the time for granted, and you never wasted it as much as you would have liked to; you tried to commit the times that you danced in the kitchen together at stupid o’clock in the morning to memory, you tried to keep the way he held you when you slept as fresh in your mind as you possibly could. 

You had been away for months, though, tired and groggy and a little achy from sleeping on the plane, but as you walked through the front door, you paused; the last minute or so of ‘Camouflage’ by Sabaton was playing quietly on the speakers, Rodolfo was half-asleep on the sofa with his arms folded across his chest and his head tilted slightly to the side, Cannibal Holocaust was paused on the television, a rolled cigarette and a can of Red Bull sat on the coffee table in front of him, and although you wanted to disturb his peace, you couldn’t bring yourself to. So you grabbed the cigarette and the can, escaped to the kitchen as you waited for him to wake up; you used the clipper lighter he had bought you ages ago - the one with the fox in the suit - to light your cigarette, and cracked open the can as quickly and as quietly as you could before you took a few swigs. You slowly moved from side to side as ‘Dreadnought’ played, banging your head to the music and mouthing the lyrics as you smoked your cigarette and drank your drink, thankful to be home, knowing that your beloved boyfriend was just in the other room and that he had failed to stay up to wait for you. You smiled, making a note to take a picture so that you could send it to Alejandro, knowing that he would have some sort of smart comment about it that would make you laugh. You flicked your cigarette end into the ashtray, downed the rest of your drink, and returned to your boyfriend; he was sound asleep by now, and you were far too tired to think about taking a picture as you cuddled into his side and grabbed the blanket, pulling it over your body as you closed your eyes, your head spinning slightly as you allowed sleep to wash over you as quickly as it could. You missed cuddling into him, you couldn’t lie about that. 

You weren’t sure how long you had been asleep for, but when you woke up, Rodolfo was beneath you, gently running his hand up and down your back as he smiled at you tiredly, sleep in his deep brown eyes as he dared to whisper ever so quietly, “fuck, I’ve missed waking up with you.”

You smiled back, sleep haunting your features as you wriggled around to steal a kiss, grumbling softly before lying back down, wrapping your arms around him tightly. “I missed it, too… what time is it?”

He looked up at the clock, and shook his head. “Three hundred hours.”

“That late?” You grumbled, shaking your head as you closed your eyes. “Fuckin’ Hell…”

Rodolfo chuckled softly, shifting his hips so that he could hold onto you a little tighter. “You can go back to sleep, mi corazón, I’ll still be here when you wake up.”

“I don’t doubt that,” you admitted quietly. “I just don’t wanna waste what time we have together.”

“You won’t,” he reassured gently as he swallowed thickly, knowing that you were right but somehow wanting to convince you that it would be okay to sleep, that you wouldn’t waste any time or miss out on anything with him if you did rest a little bit. “Promesa. You can sleep, it’s okay.”

The music was still playing, this time it was ‘Screaming Eagles’, and you couldn’t help but to laugh softly as you snuggled into him a little more, daring to relax slightly. “D’you remember when Alejandro had a right go at us for blasting this on base?”

Laughing quietly, Rodolfo nodded as he grinned. “He was so enojado - I had to beg him not to tell your superior officer to court martial you for it.”

A bark of laughter left you as you started to draw little patterns into his chest with your finger, humming softly. “Y’know, Rudy, I don’t say it as often as I should, but… I love you, and I’m sorry I keep getting pulled away from you - but I’ll take some time off of work soon, and we can be together properly.”

He shook his head, daring to gently push your hand down so that it rested flat against his chest, he didn’t move his hand from it as he sighed. “Don’t worry about it, corazón - just enjoy the time we have now.”

“Tell you what,” you murmured. “I really, really, fucking fancy a cheese toastie right now… or beans on toast.”

“I can make it for you,” he shrugged. “Blue cheese?”

You nodded, licking your lips. “You know me so well.”

“Por supuesto I do,” he grinned. “You’re mi corazón.”

When he got up and headed towards the kitchen, you couldn’t help but to follow, creeping up behind him and wrapping your arms around his waist as you pressed your chest to his back, holding on tightly as he rested his hand on yours for a moment. “I love you.”

“I know,” he replied gently, “I love you, too… we can watch that película while you eat, if you want?”

You nodded, gently kissing the back of his neck as you smiled against him. “I’d adore that, so fucking much.”

“Maybe, now you’re home,” he started, “we could see about you officially becoming my husband.”

“I would,” you hummed. “On one condition.”

“And what’s that?”

“You roll me a quick cigarette,” you grinned when you heard and felt him laugh softly. “You roll me one, and I’ll be your husband by tomorrow if you want me to.”

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[mactavishwritings]

Do you have any hc for Rudy? I can hardly find anything for him 🥺

YES I LOVE HIM!!! please i wanna write more about him!!

these are mostly sfw! lmk if you want nsfw :-)

devoted partner. he dates for marriage, not for fun. he usually is the first person to fall. call him a simp, but he loves it

his love language 100% is touch and words of affirmation. he will sit for hours and tell you how much he adores you

Rudy grew up kinda rough so he has a lot of hidden insecurities so he tries to keep them from you. when he does get insecure, he hates talking about them so he will curl up on your chest and just listen to your heartbeat to sooth himself.

he is a diehard soccer (or football whatever im american) fan so when you guys first started dating, he wanted to teach you about it. he almost died when he came into the bedroom to find you in his favorite player's jersey and panties

he always has flowers set out for you. even when he's out on missions, he has someone replace them. he likes to make sure you have flowers

he takes so many pictures of you!! most are candid and very artsy. he loves them and hangs most of the appropriate ones

Rudy loves when you're his passenger princess. he drives you around everywhere and he keeps a blanket in his car just for you

[lethalchiralium]

somebody send me requests for alejandro and or rudy. PLEASE I BEG 😭🫶 i’m having withdrawals PLEASE

i’m thinking about writing for valeria but she intimidates me as a writer. i’m not saying i wouldn’t love to be stabbed by her but i’m scared i’d write her wrong 😭

[lonelycronie]

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Major Character Death Relationships: Rodolfo Parra/Alejandro Vargas Characters: Valeria Garza, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo Parra, John "Soap" MacTavish, Simon "Ghost" Riley Additional Tags: 5+1 Things, Fluff and Angst, Not Beta Read Summary:

Cinco veces en las que Alejandro coquetea y la vez que Rudy decide hacer algo al respecto.

HOLA ME CREÉ UN TUMBLR NO SE COMO FUNCIONA ESTO AAAA *plop*

me encanta la palabra plop.

es la mejor palabra del universo.

[nova-lunosi]

[bluegiragi]

brief.

early access + nsfw on patreon monster!AU masterpost

[sweet-as-an-angel]

MW2 Reaction to You Being A Virgin

Warnings: 18+, Implications of Smut, Corruption Kink, Purity Kink, Innocence Kink, Ownership Kink, Age Gap, Implied Slight Yandere Graves Inexperience, Objectification, Dominant MW2, Soft MW2, Gaz is anxious :-( but trying his best, MW2 Trying To Be Smooth, Profanity, No Pronouns Used For Reader Except ‘You’.

Ghost

The fact that you, innocent, are his to love and corrupt sends white-hot anticipation between his legs.

He’s imagined what you’d be like in bed: how you’d take him, the sounds you’d make. Of course he has – practically everyone on Base has.

But now, his fantasies are tinged with something feral. A primal need to show you that he is the best choice for you (even if he doesn’t believe it himself) – the only one strong enough and skilled enough to be yours and to make you his.

He’s fantasised about you looking up at him with doe eyes while he pins your wrists to the mattress, voice meek as you tell him, as if it’s a secret, that you’ve “Never done this before…”

He can’t live without it. The fact that he can – will – be your first time. Satisfy you in ways nobody else will ever be able to compete with.

He’d never admit it, but a dark part of him has plagued him with ideas of ravaging and corrupting you, about making your first time so pleasurable and carnal that nobody will ever be able to satisfy you as he can.

“Don’t worry, Sweetheart,” he tells you, taking your chin between his fingers. He lowers his lips to your ear. You don’t see the dark gleam in his eye. Don’t see the deliciously dark idea cross his mind – the impulse to fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to feel anything, nevermind pain. And he makes a promise to you anyway.

“I’ll take care of you.”

König

“Thought as much.” König’s words are blunt yet sharp.

“Seeing as you have everyone wrapped around your finger, it’s clear you have no regard for the way you conduct yourself.”

You may construe König’s words as mean. Derogatory, even. He means it as a compliment. Even if you don’t know it yet.

“You think I don’t see the way you flaunt yourself in front of the soldiers – thinking that you’ll be able to get away with it without consequence.”

König’s frame towers over you. His gaze is ice, and any trace of the socially anxious soldier you knew is gone.

“I wonder how you like it.” he muses aloud. His voice is tinged with something unreadable. Venomous.

“How you’ll take it. Rough, gentle…” His eyes narrow.

“Mean.”

He’s boxed you in with his stature alone.

“Makes no difference to me,” he tells you. Deceptively calm. And then, an offer. One you can’t refuse.

“I’ll fuck you every which way until I find what makes you scream the loudest.”

Soap

“Oh, really?” he says, eyebrow quirked and a hidden smile teasing his lips.

Johnny really couldn’t care less that you’ve never had sex before. But, the fact that you shared this information with him – albeit after he steered the conversation towards more…intimate topics – gave him hope that you were hinting towards something.

Something that Johnny’s wanted since he realised he was massively, whorishly down bad for you.

From his position opposite you, against the kitchen counter, he takes a step forward.

“I suppose you’re not very experienced then, are you?”

He advances until he’s in front of you. A wolf and a lamb. Close enough that you can smell his cologne.

His eyes are piercing, but there is a softness behind them. Something that writhes and wants and needs.

His hands come to rest upon the counter behind you. Nowhere for you to run. The heat from his body is scorching.

“Though, I’d be more than happy to…” His voice husks. “Beef up your résumé.”

Valeria

Corruption kink to the MAX

Valeria is a territorial, dominant woman – that much is easy to see.

And the fact that you haven’t had anyone else before her just does something to her.

Alters her brain chemistry permanently.

There’s not one soldier, police officer or government official she doesn’t own in Las Almas.

So why shouldn’t she own you, too?

Now she’s thinking of every conceivable way she’s going to take ownership of you.

She thinks about it so often that she struggles to complete her paperwork without having to disperse the issue before she can continue.

But be warned: there will come a day when satisfying herself just won’t cut it. When she’s going to seek you out and ruin you.

“It might hurt at first, mi Amor,” she tells you, hand stroking your cheek, coming down to your jaw. “But trust me when I say that–”

Her hand grips your jaw. Tight. A viper’s strike. A fire burns in her eyes and the corners of her lips curl up in a cruel smile.

“I’ll make it hurt a whole lot more if you don’t do as I say.”

Price

Given his age, Price has had his fair share of experiences.

But that doesn’t harden him to the simple fact that you haven’t.

In his eyes, there’s something endearing about how you’ve yet to give yourself to another person.

Another person that, he hopes, will someday be him.

The idea makes something in him stir. The fact that the difference between your age and his makes him that much more confident in his ability to please you in ways no mere boy can makes him anxious to act.

“Oh. Is that right, Love?” He says, eyes light and his smile dangerous.

“S’ppose you’re waiting for the right person.” His posture is inviting. Tempting. Belies the rush he’s feeling — the desire to have you at his mercy in the most carnal sense.

“Pretty little thing like you, you could have your fill of men.”

He’s angling for something. His face says it all.

He steps towards you. Again. Again. He’s in front of you.

His chest is almost to yours. His smile is shallow now. Strained. Like his pants.

“Probably looking for someone with experience.”

He thrives on the way your chest flutters. His does, too, but it’s masked beneath a  heavy stare.

“And trust me, Love,” his voice is low. A message for you and you alone as he brings his lips to your ear, breath hot against your skin.

“I’ve got plenty to spare.”

Horangi

You don’t hear it for his mask, but Horangi lets out a shuttered breath.

“That’s why you’re always so quiet when sex talk comes up.”

He says it as a fact, but you take it as a question. You nod.

Horangi’s arms unfurl from his chest, come to rest at his sides. He’s looking at you.

Even through the layers of his mask, his gaze is heavy. Leaden.

He steps towards you. His frame, broad, fills your vision.

You can hear how heavy his breathing has become. How thick the air is.

How much he’s trying to restrain himself.

“How about a deal,” he proposes. Commands.

“You give me something to have a nice, long, hard think about,” his hips are to yours. You feel him pressing against you.

“And I’ll give you something to talk about.”

Alejandro

“You surprise me, mi amor,” he says, natural as anything. As if he already knew.

“I’d have thought someone would have swooped in and claimed you by now.”

Truth be told, Alejandro wanted to be that somebody so badly that it made him ache in places he’d rather not think about. Especially when you’re already making containing himself incredibly difficult with that pouting, wide-eyed, innocent look.

God, you had no idea what you were doing to him.

“Or…are you saving yourself for someone specific?”

Before you, his frame is broad and imposing even without all his military gear on.

He takes your chin between his fingers. Tilts your head so your gaze can’t escape his. A shiver runs up his spine at the sound of your breath stuttering.

His words aren’t rhetorical. He’s pulled the answer from you – seen it in your eyes.

“Or are you just waiting for a man who knows how to take care of you?”

Rodolfo

“O-oh!” Rudy chokes out. His cheeks are already giving way to a telltale pink. He tries to cover it.

“But– you’re so pretty and smart and kind – I thought you’d have a boyfriend by now!”

In some ways, Rudy’s a bit of a traditionalist: his mind still jumps to the idea that you’d typically only be intimate with someone you’re already in a relationship with.

Not that he’d judge you if this were not the case for you.

But he sees his chance. And he takes it.

“Well, if you’re not with anyone, then…would you like to go out sometime? With me?”

His eyes are wide and filled with hope – something you’d never have expected from a  man in such a brutal line of work.

Sex is the last thing on his mind right now: truly, he’s so taken in with the idea that you’re single and available that your sexual status means very little to him.

Though, that isn’t to say he hasn’t thought about you like that before, or that he hasn’t spent many a night with his face smothered with pillows as your name escapes from between his lips, panting, moaning.

That’s a little secret for you to uncover later in your relationship…

Graves

“So you’re tellin’ me that no one’s had the privilege of fuckin’ that pretty little ass of yours?”

Graves sure has a way with words.

For all his slimy business practices, this is the one time he’s genuinely surprised. Unable to be slick.

He puts his game face on. Gives you a half-lidded stare and lowers his voice. His heart hammers: he conceals it behind a cool tone.

“Well, colour me impressed, Angel,” he says. A hand comes to the hem of your shirt, takes it between slow, intentional fingers. He has to resist the urge to look at your chest when he pulls the fabric taut.

“And here I was thinkin’ I already knew everything about you.”

He’s moving in before you can analyse his statement. Before you can begin to understand how badly this man has lusted after you – how deeply entrenched in your life he’s become. And all without you knowing.

He places a hand on the wall behind you. Presses himself closer to you.

“How much to let me be the first,” he drawls. Your eyes widen. His thin smile grows.

“And last.”

Gaz

Bless his little cotton socks, he doesn’t know what to do with both this information and himself.

See, despite being incredibly intelligent, Gaz is still the youngest of the 141, so he’s not entirely accustomed to situations like this.

He can’t tell if you’re hinting, flirting, or just telling him something about yourself.

He remembers what Soap taught him, though.

Should a situation arise where someone is flirting with you, just use your intuition and don’t fuck it up.

Gaz leans against the doorframe, almost misses, scrambles to resume his ideal posture.

“Oh, so we’re more similar than you’d think, then.”

He can feel Soap banging his head against a wall. Jesus, Gaz – at least try to impress (Y/N) !

At your raised eyebrow and your playful “Oh?” Gaz coughs. His voice lowers.

“But…” he steps closer. “Maybe we can un-virgin each other.”

Long story short, Gaz has no idea what he’s talking about. But, somehow, his nervous disposition and pretty boy charm have enamoured you. And you may have told him you’d take him up on his offer 👀.

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[rusticfurnace]

face studies with the vaqueros i did some time ago!🤠🤠

...and some white guy ig.

[vaquerolvr]

wingman

synopsis: asking the cod guys for their friend’s number and they’re definitely not jealous (pre-relationship)

ੈ✩‧₊˚ price, gaz, ghost, soap, alejandro, rudy, graves, makarov

cw: none

an: i think that price genuinely finds those shitty minion memes from like 2010 hilarious

dividers from @/saradika-graphics :)

[runekirikjartan]

Random Aledolfo Headcanon:

Rudy doesn't fucking sleep, ever, and if it weren't for Alejandro being an octopus Rudy probably wouldn't stay in bed either, itching to do something more productive, but because Alejandro clings to him, he can't bear to leave his lover cold and alone in bed, so he allows Alejandro's head on his chest and strokes soft fingers through Alejandro's dark hair and thinks instead about all the things he can do protect Alejandro.

[popcaki]

Wanted to repost the Ghost art I did in 2022 because I still really like how they turned out.

+ bonus König sketch I did

[yooo-lets-go]

Roach in Las Almas what will he do

[lanialania00]

Ghost thought he could drink at the same level as two mexicans and a scotsman.

[bucketyd]

Alerudy doodle (ft. poor vaqueros)