#roldofo parra

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Anon: Which COD man do you think eats pussy just to relax you? Like if you had a shit day, they don’t care about their needs they just get on their knees?

anon, I love you. And there are three characters that come to mind.

ALEX KELLER JOHN PRICE RUDY PARRA

He made it home first. You didn’t have time to hang your coat before he had you pressed against the wall in a heated kiss. Hands roaming all over.

“I missed you today, work has horrible” you whined to him as he made his way down kissing your neck. A soft sigh left your tired lips. He picks you up, hands on your ass underneath your skirt carrying you to the bedroom.

“Oh I could tell from your messages” he mumbled as his lips attacked your chest. Sucking little love bites into you.

“I want you so bad but I’m exhausted” you replied as he sat you onto the bed. Eyes desperate for him as you slowly blink tiredly.

He smirks “Oh baby, I’m not expecting anything from you. Now lay back, relax and keep those pretty legs open for me” his rough hands pull you in closer to him as his tongue drags through your soaked folds.

[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

[peachypoem]

**Updated 10/3/2024**

i didn't write any of these! i recommend everything of course!

i made this post for me because tumblr search doesn't function, but anyone is welcome to go through the list.

Captain John Price

Johnny "Soap" Mactavish

Keegan P. Russ

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Roldofo Parra

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Bruce Wayne

Clark Kent

Dick Grayson

Jason Todd

Tim Drake

Nero

Vergil

Billy Russo

Frank Castle

Logan Howeltt

Matt Murdock

Miguel O'Hara

Moon Knight

Comandante Veracruz

Dave York

Ezra

Javi Guiterrez

Joel Miller

Marcus Moreno

Marcus Pike

Max Phillips

Pero Tovar

Zach Wellison

Axe Woves

Boba Fett

Din Djarin

Fennec Shand

Paz Vizsla

Finan

Sihtric

Sigtryggr

Geralt of Rivia

Eskel

Bradley Bradshaw

Jake Seresin

Tom Kazansky

Benny Miller

Frankie "Catfish" Morales

Santiago "Pope" Garcia

Will "Ironhead" Miller

Tyler Owens

Scott

Anders Lassen

Donald Pierce

F!Eivor

Jaime Tartt

Kassandra

Leon Kennedy

Nathan Bateman

Quinn Mckenna

Raymond Smith

Roy Kent

Thomas Shelby

Tommy Miller

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John Price, Nikolai, Rudy Parra

NSFW (MDNI)

He was a chunky kid, his grandma and aunts always made sure he was well fed. He got made fun of until he was about fifteen when he finally had a growth spurt. He wasn’t as muscular as Ghost, nor did he have super defined abs like Soap, no luscious hair like Alejandro. He’s not insecure about his body, far from it, he doesn’t care about his scars or the stretch marks that decorate his skin. Truth is, he just doesn’t find himself impressive. He doesn’t think that his strong arms, softly defined tummy, and muscular thighs are what most what find attractive, he calls himself average.

So when you asked him if he would video himself jacking off he was rather surprised. Especially when you asked if he could try and get from his knees up to his shoulders In the frame.

He let out a small laugh before he spoke into the phone “Why? I’m not that attractive, you don’t want a video with my stomach in it”

“But I love seeing how your chest and tummy muscles flex when you get close” you tell him.

you’re trying hard to convince him from the other end of the line. He had a few boudoir photos of you saved and a clip or two of your intimate moments. But you had nothing of him. And after a few days he gave it some thought. That’s when you got a text with a attachment with a message that said “I hope this can satisfy you until I get home, xoxo”

He’s sitting it a chair that’s barely big enough to fit him. His pants are pulled down just enough for him to free himself. His button up shirt is completely undone exposing his soft hairy chest and stomach, sleeves rolled up to his elbows giving you a clear view of his veiny hands and forearms.

It’s delicious from being to end. He starts slow and soft, wanted to take his time to picture you against him. His hand that isn’t occupied grazes against his chest and stomach, giving his body soft but firm squeezes. He moves his hand up and down in a manner that is similar to how you ride him. After a few more minutes his hands pace becomes slightly faster and his breathing became loud and heavy. Soft groans of your name falls from his lips. You can tell he’s getting close. His sholders come slightly inwards as his pecks flex and flare with his breath, his tummy clenching and hardening as the tightness grows. His moans sound like choked out cries as his head throws back as he comes all over his tummy. The video doesn’t end there. His hand slowly moves again squeezing out what’s left before his thumb rolls over his red tip. His breathing slows down and he lets out a satisfied sigh.

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Something something Rudy being domestic with reader and being so in sync and at peace at home with them (because that man deserves a break) and fucking them all nice and slow something something? 🫶

Domestic!Rudy Parra x GN!Reader

MDNI (+18)

This man leaves his work at work. When he’s home he’s just a man, not a soldier. Unless his fellow soldiers have been invited into your home you don’t know anyone he works with. It’s not that Rudy is crazy protective, he just likes to keep his domestic life private and secure.

Rudy is the type to host Sundays barbecue after church. The man can cook. You’re usually making the side dishes while he cooks the meat. He already has your ingredients set out for you because he knows you get frustrated going back to the fridge because you still forgot to grab something out the last time you did.

When you’ve had a hard day he always picks up your favorite flowers on his way home. And when he knows you just need to decompress and have some alone time he draws you a bath, with candles and bath salts of course.

When he’s had a rough day you make his favorite comfort food. It takes him back to being a kid at his grandmothers house, peaceful. And he tends to get a stiff back, he never mentions it but you can recognize it just in his posture. Your back massages are the only reason he can walk around some days.

He likes going grocery shopping with you. He likes pushing the cart, he’s not very good at it considering he’s nocked over three displays and ran over your foot twice.

He isn’t one for teenage like gestures of love. His hand on your lower back when he introduces you. You two don’t hold hands when walking, you link arms. He likes having you close in a more intimate way that still feels comfortable and classy.

He watched to many romance movies as a teenager and became a hopeless romantic. You wanted a wildflower garden with a fountain and a small gazebo. This man made it happen. At a restaurant? He’s pulling the chair out for you. You didn’t check the weather? Don’t worry he made sure to bring an umbrella because he knows you spent almost a hour doing your hair. You like that expensive necklace? He’s been saving money to get it for you.

You never fail to amaze him. He’s been working long hours so he hasn’t had time to change the oil in his truck, you did it while he was napping. He wanted a locking firearms cabinet built into a wall, after watching a few YouTube videos you made one. He tends to forget to eat, you pack him a lunch and snacks.

He loves brushing your hair. Theres something so intimate about it that makes his mind calm. He loves kissing your neck afterwards.

He hate quickies. Rudy needs time just to admire you. He will spend hours between your thighs just watching you come undone. He is the perfect mixture of passionate and rough. Every thrust has intention behind it. Rudy likes to stop and making out while still inside.

He will have you choking on your own words as he calls your pretty names while fucking you in front of a mirror. Oh and the sweet sounds he makes when you go down on him…

He doesn’t get super into kinky names like daddy or sir, but doesn’t mind it. But you saying Rodolfo drives him fucking crazy.

He definitely has a breeding kink regardless of your gender. The thought of you loving him so much to bring life into this world with him sends shivers down his spine. Again, he’s a romantic.

If you two have kids he proudly smiles for family photos. Look at all the love he has! His pride and joy is his family.

And if you two decide against kids he proudly smiles for family photos with your three dogs. Look at all the love he has! His pride and joy is his family.

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Call Of Duty x GN!Reader

How they would react to you telling them about your anxiety disorder.

Warnings: talks of Generalized Anxiety Disorder. This is inspired by my own struggles as a diagnosed individual with Generalized Anxiety Disorder. Please do not self diagnose or glamorize mental disorders or illnesses.

Sitting down for lunch after this mornings long meeting felt like heaven. A much needed battery recharging time for you. Taking a moment to practice your positive affirmations and breathing like your therapist said you felt the anxiety simmer down. Only to be interrupted by a tray being placed on your small two person table.

“You’re kinda quiet and shy. It’s actually kinda nice being around someone that doesn’t feel the need to be the loudest voice in the room.” He nonchalantly hands you an electrolyte drink and takes a seat across from you before continuing his rambling. You look back down at your half eaten sandwich diverted your eyes from his. Eye contact is a struggle you’ve been working on. Still listening to his words you nod your head so he doesn’t think you’re ignoring him.

“I mean we all have to know how to be assertive in this line of work, but I can really appreciate your demeanor as a person. You have a calming energy about you.”

You laughed at his description of you and couldn’t help the words from spilling out. “Thanks, it’s actually just a disorder.” You let out a faint laugh. You always tried to find the humor in your situation.

He was too stunned to speak or finish putting his sandwich in his mouth. He put it back down on his plate before trying to find the right words. He was worried his words had came across as rude and disrespectful. All of which he was trying to avoid.

After realizing your blurted out confession you took a brief moment to compose yourself and your thoughts. Looking up at him you gave a faint smile trying to show you’re not upset. “I have what’s called Generalized Anxiety Disorder. People with the condition can struggle with different things.” Trying to describe your struggles isn’t something you’re great at but maybe he’ll understand? “Personally, I don’t do well in social situations, interactions or speaking up. It sometimes leads to anxiety, stress, overthinking and panic attacks if it’s real bad. I prefer to be hidden in the background away from everyone’s attention. I know my comfort zones and when to push myself. But it’s never affected by ability as a soldier.” You nod your head at your own explanation.

He smiles and nods. “I appreciate you telling me that so I understand you better. I do apologize if me saying your shy or quiet came across rude. I genuinely find you to be a great person to be around.”

“Actually you probably went about it in possibly the kindest way I’ve ever experienced. I’ve been told my quietness is rude or snobbish. Which is far from how I want to be perceived. So I actually appreciate someone taking a liking to it.”

It was nice being able to have a conversation about your disorder without feelings judging. Nor did he offer unsolicited advice. Instead he recognized that it was something you don’t openly share and appreciated your trust in him. And his opinion of you didn’t change. After feeling closed off from your team you felt a little more comfortable, with him at least.

Alex Keller, Rudy (Roldofo) Parra, Gaz (Kyle) Garrick, Roach, John Price, Nikolai, Logan Walker

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Til Death Ch.1

Alex Keller x F!Reader

Warnings: MDNI, Angst, some fluff eventually, maybe even some smut, who knows. Bad grammar/writing because I didn’t go to school past 8th grade (dead serious)

“Hi sweetheart” Alex’s mom’s south voice came through the phone.

“Hi mom” Alex cheerfully replied.

“How you been sweetheart” she asked.

“Been alright, just staying busy with work” alex knew better than to give his mom too much stressful information about his job. She’s one to worry.

“Don’t you think it’s time to find something new to do for a living? You’ve been at this for almost eight years” she asked once again, she’s been trying to push him to change careers for what feels like forever.

“I know” Alex tried to not sound annoyed because he knows it’ll start a fight. He knows she means well but she always brings it up every chance she can.

“How are you two gonna start a family if all you do is travel around doing God knows what” she said almost bitterly.

Alex sighed “I know mom”

“How is she” his mom asked. She loved hearing about Alex’s sweet girl. She was everything she hoped her son would find in a partner.

“She’s doing good, same as me. Busy with work” Alex smiled at the thought of you.

“Well I was gonna ask just to make sure, she is coming to your sister’s wedding with you. Right?” His mom was growing impatient having never met you. You were always out on mission, meetings, sleeping. Every phone call you seemed to be unaccounted for.

“I don’t know mom” Alex replied trying to stay calm and quiet so nobody else in the building heard him. Last thing Alex wanted was for someone to find out.

“Hold on your dad and sister just got here, I’m putting you on speaker” she said.

“Hey kiddo” his father yelled into the phone.

“Hi dad” Alex knew this was about to go terribly.

“Hey bitch” Alex’s sister Beth chimed in.

“Hello to you to” his voice filled with annoyance from hearing her voice. It wasn’t that he hated her, it’s that she’s the golden child he’s always been compared to.

“So she’s coming right” his mom asked again.

“Mom I said I don’t know, our boss is picky with time off so he might not let us both off at the same time” he replied trying to cover as best as he could.

“You’ve been with her for three years. She’s never even visited with you the past two times you came home” his dad said in a stern voice. Alexs dad is the only one to have met her, he works a job similar to Alex and they crossed paths about three and a half years ago.

“I know, it’s not that she doesn’t want to meet you guy. It’s just that it didn’t work out the last time” he tried to sound sincere.

“Three years, she’s never around when you call, no visits, no pictures of you two together” Beth said.

“We can’t have personal phones or cameras with us on assignments Beth” Alex contemplated if just hanging up would be best.

“Ok, well what about when you’re off work” she’s persistent to crack him.

“Beth what are you trying to get at here” he sneered at her.

“You’ve been faking having a girlfriend haven’t you” her tone was cocky.

“Seriously Beth? You think I would lie about having a girlfriend for almost three years?” Alex said nervously laughing knowing the truth.

“I think you would, you’ve always been jealous of me so your trying to make yourself look good to the family”

“Beth, that’s uncalled for” his dad said to her.

Alex sighed “No Beth I’m not lying”.

“Ok, well if you two have been together for three years when’s the wedding? Three years and you haven’t fully committed to her. You must just be a easy lay for her”

“Beth” His mom yelled at her.

Before he could stop himself he said “Beth I’ll have you know we got engaged last month” it was too late to take back.

For the rest of the conversation his parent were ecstatic. And Beth was pissed off to say the least. The questions seemed to be never ending, his family was excited to be growing. When would the wedding be? Where? Can we give you a list of who to invite? Have you told your grandma yet?

Alex tried and tried to tell them not to share the news of his engagement. Alex told them he wanted to be the one to share the good news, but knew they are going to share the news regardless of his wishes. His mother especially, she lives for gossip and drama.

His mother finally slowed the conversation after almost another hour “Well I best get off this phone now dear so you can go get some sleep, tell your sweetie I love you both”

“Will do, love you too mom” Alex said still trying to grasp his own stupidity.

And now Alex sits alone in the mess hall wondering how he could have dug himself such a big hole. And why did he have to drag her into this.

He couldn’t just tell his parents they ended their engagement. Surly not before his sister’s wedding. Last thing he needed was for his visit to be filled with pitiful conversations about him.

How the hell was he going to fix this?

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Roldofo “nock that attitude off before I fuck it out of you” Parra.

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Almost done writing a SoftDom! X Sub!Reader and I still don’t know who should be the Dom! in this fic. So since I passed 50 followers yesterday how about I let you all vote!

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To my fellow Rudy lovers. I got two things in the works coming for y’all.

[macravishedbymactavish]

| Blog HQ | 18+ MDNI | No use of Y/N | Taglist Open |

O N E S H O T S

T A S K F O R C E 1 4 1

Seeing Ghosts // Platonic! Ghost & Soap x GN!Reader

Somebody Come Get Him // TF141 x M!Reader

Call Me Babydoll // TF141 x GN!Reader

Pro Memoria // General COD one shot (GN!Reader)

Game Over // TF141 x GN!Reader

Cpt. Squeaks // TF141 Drabble

J O H N "S O A P" M A C T A V I S H

Taco Watch, or is it warning? // Soap x GN!Reader

Can We?! // Soap x GN!Reader (unofficial pt 2 to Taco Watch)

Kindly Worded Text Message // Best Friend!Soap x GN!Reader

Just Pretend // Platonic!Soap x GN!Reader

A Symptom of Being Human // Soap x GN!Reader

Hear | See | Say // Soap & Hesh (Ghosts) x GN!Reader

First Date // Soap x GN!Reader

S I M O N "G H O S T" R I L E Y

Equinox // Ghost x GN!Reader

Uncle Simon // From the Riptide Universe

Hasn't Killed Me Yet // Ghost x GN!Reader

That's Casper // Ghost x GN!Reader

K Y L E "G A Z" G A R R I C K

MH 4.18.2011 // Gaz x GN! Reader

C P T J O H N P R I C E

G A R Y "R O A C H" S A N D E R S O N

Leave a Light On // Roach x GN!Reader

R O L D O F O "R U D Y" P A R R A

Language Lessons // Rudy x F!Reader

H E A D C A N O N S

*Fall4Rudy Submission

Hugging // + König

First "I love you"

Comforting Them // + Alex Keller

Dishes vs Laundry // + Alex Keller

S E R I E S

Riptide // TF141 x M!Reader

| Coming Soon | Ongoing | Completed |

Deep End // Unnamed MW2 character x GN!Reader

| Coming Soon | Ongoing | Completed |

12 Through 15 // COD x GN!Reader Angst

| Coming Soon | Ongoing | Completed |

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Thanks to everyone who sent a request! I’m still working on them❤️. Thankfully I have been allowed to return to work, but I had to do a lengthy amount of tests done. After looking at the results myself I am ✨alarmed✨ but will try and remain optimistic until my next appointment. Requests for GAZ, ALEX, PRICE, ALEJANDRO, RUDY, SOAP remain open!

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I have too many ideas so…

[devcica]

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

[sofasoap]

who can resist bit of praise from Rudy? * swoon *

To impress a woman of her stature in the family was a feat to be had.

ah, the ultimate task for everyone meeting the parents of their S/O TO TRY IMPRESS THE IN LAWS!

"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."

*fanning myself * RUDy, you are not helping here. * fanning more * i am losing my concentration... and will power to not jump onto you..

"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.

Rudy , rudy, why is that even a question? we will always welcome more... so called.. incentive. * smirk*

Brain fried with your voice speaking his mother tounge, and the way you writhed against him.

MY BRAIN IS FRIED TOO. OH thank you for bringing us such a.. * cooling myself down * hot piece.

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

[pearldog30]

BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK!!!

💳💥💳💥 GIMME ME MORE!!!!!

THIS IS A THREAT!

WOOF FUCKKKKKK I NEED HIM TO CALL ME GOOD FUCKIN GIRL IN SPANISH 💦💦💦

Language Lessons (Roldofo Parra x F!Reader)

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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