#rudy x you

[beloveds-embrace]

Nah, I didn't have a kink for men grovelling (/lie) I have a kink for men suffering. I need reader to have her own happiness

Reader suddenly switches and starts acting more energetic again. For a while the boys like it bc not they don't have to face the consequences of their actions and can escape the guilt if there's no constant reminder.

But something's wrong. It takes them a while to notice - or rather, they take a while to notice BC noticing shatters their illusion that everything is well and they aren't bad people

She's still not eating Johnny's prepared meals but she's gaining weight again and it takes a while to notice BC he's not in charge of stock but some ingredients have been disappearing at nights. Some that can be eaten right away, but funnily enough he also finds himself low on ingredients that need to be prepared. It just so happens that he notices when he makes one of his more easy and filling dishes most all of the ingredients he reaches into are much lower than last time he made it.

She still seems unkempt but her hygiene improves. Her hair is brushed and Gaz hears the showers, though he knows that none of her maids have taken up their duties again. She also still doesn't wear any of her dresses, not that the boys see her enough to notice, but Gaz knows how difficult those are to put on on your own. So when he swears he hears the rustling of fabrics or sees a glimpse of her holding a dress through a crack in the door, even though he knows he saw all her maids elsewhere, he tells himself he just miscounted.

She's more energetic sure, but she's hardly more happy, in fact there seems a determination that borders on desperation to her if anyone watches her for long enough. Not that she lets them. She doesn't leave her room during the day still but once Simon was awake and saw her walking the grounds in the middle of the night. If he had looked again the next night he'd have seen the same, but, well, who wants to face their mistakes

The boys notice, because of their guilt, but choose to ignore. Price, on the other hand, doesn't notice at all

Well, he notices his reputation dwindling. And seeing his wife less and less often. But he doesn't notice any of the changes and doesn't even realise she's began to leave her room again as no rumours change

He does, however, pay attention to his boys.

When Gaz seems jittery at meetings, when Johnny lingers at the table, when Simon stalks the halls more frequently, with the attitude of a predator ready to strike fleeing prey.

So when they tell him they haven't seen her in a while, he's confused. He thought they all hadn't seen her in weeks?

At their explanations - which devolve into pleas - he goes to check up on his wife. Only to find her room empty.

See, she knew she wouldn't have to worry about anyone interrupting her or noticing her, and realised how much of a power that was.

Learning how to cook by spying on the cooks and Johnny, finding little recipe books for when he would leave. Stocking up on food.

Beginning to take care of herself, but only just enough. Dresses that were heavy and difficult forgone in favour of stitching old tablecloths and sheets into simple and freeing garments.

Walking the grounds as much as possible at night to build up her strength again. Background training in dancing and standing with heavy garments for long periods of time helping in building her cardio back up.

She'd had to have a little subtlety in hiding her intentions around the boys, but her real weapon was her husband.

Her husband with an extensive library with books about survival, hunting, wilderness guides. Her husband with plenty of money and expensive items scattered across the place. Her husband with maps and notes of the nearest towns and their prospects and differing prices.

Her blind husband who didn't notice as his wife planned her escape right underneath his nose.

And finally, her. Just her. No husbands or titles or maids or society breathing down her neck. Her, free and already behind a mountain in the distance on the back of a working donkey - the Duchy's fine horses would have gathered too much attention. She stopped for supplies and to sell her goods where possible, but left as quickly as she came, knowing the village folk would write her off as a thief but any who knew would be able to trace where she sold the items. Best to ditch them at her journeys start rather than end.

Not that she knows where it will end. Not that she cares. She could die tomorrow and would still take her last breath more free and happy than she's ever lived before.

(idk maybe she joins some bandits or meets a wandering knight or jumps aboard a ship or something and makes it far far away. Maybe she becomes a stable hand to a Grand Duke and his dashing young right hand man Mr Parra (can you tell my bias). I need her to have a happy end tho, so that if/when the 141 find her they have to realize that she really is better off without them.)

Holy fuck. I’m in awe of you??? Of your brain?? This was amazing to read omg thank you so so much!! You’ve already written so much of her with the 141, so i wrote a little bit of her with rudy! I hope you’ll enjoy this as much as I enjoyed reading your ask! 🫶🏻💕 also i feel like i will never learn how to do a decent ending that isn’t abrupt as fuck 💀😭

Dukedom au masterlist

The sun poured golden light through the arched windows of the estate, its brilliance softened by sheer, embroidered curtains. The atmosphere was serene, the kind that made one’s soul settle into quiet contentment. Seated by the window, harp nestled against your shoulder, you plucked the strings with practiced grace and ease. Music spilled into the room, lilting and wistful, speaking of stories not with words, but with melodies.

Grand Duke Alejandro sat nearby, sharp eyes softened by the rare tranquility your melodies provided.

He had been the first to notice your talents, taking you in when you stumbled upon his estate seeking work. What began as small performances to soothe his guests had blossomed into something more. You were now a cherished member of his court- an artist whose music could bring grown men to tears and whose presence brightened even the darkest days, and your past a thing of, well, the past.

You glanced up briefly, right as Rudy entered the room. His eyes immediately sought yours, like a compass pointing north, a warmth in them that never failed to make your breath catch. He wasn’t the Grand Duke, but he carried himself with a quiet power- a man who commanded loyalty and admiration with ease, especially yours. And though his duties often kept him busy, he always found time to sit and listen to you play even if only once a day, as though your music was as essential to him as the air he breathed.

Never before had you felt so cherished.

Today was no exception to his focus. He lingered by the doorway for a moment, his gaze enthralled, before moving closer to you.

You smiled, the motion soft and genuine, your fingers never faltering on the harp strings even as you leaned towards him the way a flower leans towards the sun.

When you finished, Rudy (and Alejandro) applauded, the corners of his mouth lifting in a smile that felt like the first rays of dawn. “You outdo yourself every time, mi querida,” he murmured, his voice low and rich. You felt like you would melt into his should he choose to cradle you.

Alejandro chuckled from his seat, always ever so entertained by the two of you. “You’re lucky I tolerate your interruptions, Rudy. I’d have her play all day to myself if I could.”

Rudolfo grinned but never looked away from you. “A day very well spent, I’d say."

Your cheeks flushed, but there was no embarrassment in it. Just a gentle warmth, the kind you hadn’t felt in years. Rudolfo’s attention wasn’t like John’s distracted glances, Simon’s intense, disdained looks, the unseen glares of Johnny and Kyle. It wasn’t tainted by resentment or obligation. He saw you- truly saw you- and cherished what he found.

You fell into an easy conversation, one Alejandro occasionally joined, though he often just watched with an amused glint in his eyes. It was clear to anyone who observed you that something unspoken yet profound was growing between you and Rudolfo- if not already at full bloom. Alejandro wasn't going to intervene, he knew his friend had a lovely little proposal awaiting just the right moment.

Though not everyone was quite as content as you.

They hadn’t expected to find you so far from the duchy, let alone flourishing like this. The rumors of your presence in the Grand Duke’s court had been thin whispers, barely heard, yet they had clung to them in their desperation for answers.

Price led ahead, his jaw tight and his expression grim. Duke Riley followed close behind, his unease well-hidden. They entered the estate under the guise of seeking an audience with Alejandro, but their true purpose to themselves.

It was Simon who first spotted you through an open doorway, seated at your harp. For a moment, he froze, his breath hitching as he took in the sight of you.

You were radiant. Your hair, no longer a tangled mess, shone in the sunlight. Your once sickly complexion was now warm and healthy. And the way you played- it was as though the music flowed from your very soul, unburdened and free. The few times he'd heard you play back at the Price duchy were nothing compared to the melodies you now strung.

“Bloody hell.” John muttered, his voice barely audible and just as shocked as Simon.

John stepped forward, his presence imposing, but before he could even make his way towards you, Rudolfo appeared beside you. He leaned down to speak to you, his expression gentle and fond, and you laughed- a soft, delicate sound that made Price’s chest tighten.

They watched as Rudolfo offered you his hand, which you took without hesitation, without any fears. He guided you to your feet, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in a way that spoke volumes, more than any words would or could.

The two of you looked at each other with such affection it'd make the stars sigh in envy.

Simon and Price could only stand there and stare. No words would come to them.

Much latwr, when they returned to the manor, Johnny and Kyle were waiting, their expressions anxious. “Did you find her?” Johnny asked, voice tight.

Price nodded slowly, his gaze distant. “We found her.”

“And?” Kyle pressed.

Simon shook his head, lips pursed. “…she’s not coming back.”

[nosyp]

ok ngl... im thinking about how task force 141 will react to "you wanna know how it smelll?? ask ###### he know it smell well"

I hate ash trevino but she's so detached it's funny. Don't even...

Captain John Price

“The hell kinda song is that?”

Looks at you like a disappointedly.

Tries to ignore it, but you keep singing louder, he just sighs and mutters, “Bloody hell, I need a drink.”

Secretly prays you don’t sing it in front of the younger soldiers because he does not want to explain this.

AND ALSO he secretly googles the song later to see what unholy nonsense he just witnessed.

Ghost (Simon Riley)

Does not react. At first.

He just stares.

Then, in the most dry, deadpan voice “What did you just say?”

If you keep going, he’ll make direct, unblinking eye contact with you until you shut up.

Then he just goes, “Get out.”

Soap (John MacTavish)

CACKLES.

This ho knows whats going on and immediately starts singing it wit you

"Yeah I know it smell welllll,"

Gaz (Kyle Garrick)

“Nah, don’t do me like that—”

Pretends to be offended, but he’s lowkey wheezing but uhm inside

Starts singing it randomly at the worst times... like mid-mission while sneaking around

Alejandro Vargas

“...Dios mío, where do you learn these things?”

100% encourages you to keep singing it but is so done once he hears you use his name

Acts like he doesn’t find it funny, but you catch him humming it later.

Rodolfo Parra

Stares at you with pure shock? Disappointment? No idea tbh.

“Por qué me haces esto?” (Why do you do this to me?)

Tries to act serious, but his lips twitch like he wants to laugh.

Will never forget this moment. One day, when you least expect it, he’ll randomly sing it back at you

I feel sooo... drunk rn... so uhm idk if these r ooc or not.

[codnasties]

hi im literally obsessed w your accout you literally dont have a single bad post mwah

may i request a p!link for ale n rudy, something with double penetration (v and anal) maybe??? ur so cool ty mwahhh

- 👻

dp w/alejandro and rudy 🤠🦌 (🌽 link)

alejandro and rudy? my favourite duo. these two have known each other for ages, friends since they were kids. grew together on the same streets and joined the military together. just fully fledged complicity.

so no one can convince me they haven't shared a partner before. and it shows. and you may ask how. it's all in the rhythm. they have the perfect tempo down. and when they tell you and you don't believe it, they might as well just show you.

sandwiched between their strong bodies, your chest pressed against rudy's as you straddle his lap, his cock snuggly inside of you as alejandro pours some lube onto your plucked hole before pushing himself in.

and once they are both inside of you, taking both of your holes - a tight fit, may i say - they start thrusting. perfectly synchronised thrusts, the two of them pulling out and plunging back in at the perfect time, stretching you nicely. the contrast between being completely full and empty, making you extra sensitive.

oh, and may i add, they for sure leave you dripping cum from both your pussy and your ass

[lovelyjj]

Taking care of sick Rudy

- He comes down with something like the flu. He is miserable but he’s lucky because he has you to take care of him. At first he worries because he doesn’t want to get you sick. But you tell him you don’t care, you want to make him feel better.

- He’s running a fever because you felt his forehead and he was burning up. You make him some chicken noodle soup to sooth his throat. He is very grateful. “Is there anything else I can do?” you ask. “Just stay here with me, lay down with me,” he replied.

- Rudy cuddles into you and you rub his back. He sighs happily. You also play with his hair and he adores it. Rudy was big on physical touch and so were you. Yeah he was sick but he needed to be close to you. You were his favorite person and wherever you were he was gonna be there too.

-You would see that one second he had the chills and then the next he was hot to the touch. You’d feel so bad. You would get him a cold washcloth for his head and he’d be forever grateful for you playing nurse. Since he was confined in your apartment together you would help pass the time by sharing stories and having movie marathons.

-Rudy was weak and didn’t have a lot of strength. You did your best to ensure he gets better soon. In the mean time you help him eat little bites of food. Rudy closed his eyes to take a nap because he was low on energy. You held him and before he slept gave him some Tylenol for his fever.

-Rudy was feeling sad and guilty because he was missing your date night. You told him not to worry about it and that you will go out when he’s better.

-You went to the kitchen and poured Rudy a drink of water. You entered your shared bedroom and gave it to him. “You need to hydrate Rudy.” “Want anything to eat like some crackers?” you asked. “Water is fine,” he replied.

-You would give him a massage to help him feel better. “Thanks for taking such good care of me,” he would say. “Anytime.” You would give him cough drops for his cough.  He would sleep a lot and you would watch over him.

-And he would ask you to sing to him. You would protest and say you can’t sing. He would beg and then you would give in. “My baby, my baby You're my baby, say it to me Baby, my baby Tell your baby that I'm your baby,” you sang and it was music to his ears.

-You run errands for him. You do everything you can to help make him comfortable. You know being sick is no fun so you try your best to make sure he has everything he needs.

-And when your sick he takes real good care of you.

[luvvictoria]

I'm a Rudy enthusiastic and I just love his pretty face, I could just sit on sit

You were trying your best to focus, really. The mission was important, the tension in the air was thick, but your thoughts kept wandering to him. Rudy.

Every time you looked at him, your heart skipped a beat. Those eyes of his, dark and intense, always seemed to pierce right through you, leaving you breathless. And that jawline? It could cut glass. It was like a work of art, the kind you’d find in a museum. Hell, you could stare at it for hours, tracing the sharp angles with your eyes.

You couldn’t help but blurt it out during a rare quiet moment between missions, your voice dripping with admiration.

"God, Rudy... You’re so fucking pretty."

He raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Is that so, cariño?”

You nodded fervently, your words almost spilling out faster than you could process them. "I mean it. You’re so handsome. It’s insane. I could eat you up."

He chuckled, the sound low and full of amusement. “Careful there, I’m not a snack to be devoured.”

But you couldn’t help it. The way his face looked so perfect, the way his lips curled into that mischievous grin—it drove you crazy. The tension between the two of you had been building for a while now, and you were done pretending it wasn’t there.

“So... what if I did want to eat you up?” You leaned in, voice teasing, your gaze trailing over his face, as if memorizing every detail of it. “Like, all of you... Every inch.”

He looked at you, a spark of heat flickering in his eyes. “Are you sure you’re ready for that, mi amor?”

You smirked back, suddenly daring and bold, the atmosphere shifting from playful to heated in the blink of an eye. “Well... I was thinking something a little more specific.” You leaned in closer, voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “How about I sit on your face? You can taste how much I appreciate that handsome face of yours... What do you think?”

Rudy let out a low, almost animalistic growl, clearly not expecting that. His grip on your waist tightened as he pulled you closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he murmured, “I think that’s a damn good idea.”

[littlelunababi]

Dating Rudy 🤠

For the lovely anon who asked ❤️‍🔥

Trust and believe Alejandro is sick of hearing about you. He’s happy his friend found someone but he’s just as bad if not worse than Alejandro when it comes to the love of his life.

Rudy is a bit shy with you, the female attention not something he cared much about until you. He’s sweet through and through and I feel like handholding could be intimate for him.

There’s something about the way he grabs your hand and doesn’t let go. If you were the one to release his hand, prepare for the sad puppy eyes he’s giving you because why?

I feel like he would be the type to follow you like a lost puppy sometimes. You’re moving to your study? He’s right behind you. Going to the bathroom? Better make room babe. He’s really clingy but it’s not annoying.

He’d be a soft Dom, like the line between soft Dom and sub? He’s right there. He’s more so the making love type instead of the fucking. He likes to look into your eyes, his hands in yours as he slowly thrusts into you.

He goes slow but boy does he go deep. You liked more of the rough and wild stuff, not liking anything vanilla really, but Rudy changed that. This intimate connection, with intense pleasure and immense love has you feeling euphoric and that’s all he ever wanted.

He presses kisses to your lips, swallowing your moans as he continues to make love to you. Just as he is close he would whisper against your skin “Te quiero, mi tesoro”

He’s the type to make you breakfast in the morning, content with watching you eat sleepily and slowly wake up from the coffee.

All he needs is you and his soul is content.

[nemo-writes]

𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖿 141 + 𝗏𝖺𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖼𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗌 ; 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗏𝖾 ── .✦

masterlist

── .✦ 𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗃𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗋𝗈 & 𝗋𝗎𝖽𝗒 ; "𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖾" (?)

the midday sun hovered over the rolling hills of querétaro, casting a warm, golden light over the sprawling hacienda. whitewashed walls and red-tiled roofs contrasted with the lush greenery of the fields, while a gentle breeze carried the scent of horses, fresh grass, and dust through the wide courtyard. your father’s people moved quietly along the perimeter, keeping watch. there was a sense of tension underlying the easy warmth of the ranch—after all, the threat of narco activity loomed over every proud landowner’s domain.

you stood at the grand entrance, arms folded over your crisp cotton blouse, listening to the muted giggles and shushing behind you. your younger sisters hovered nearby, peeking around the heavy wooden doorframe, their eyes sparkling with curiosity. they’d been this way for ever since your father mentioned he’d invited two seasoned soldiers from up north—a colonel and a sergeant apparently. your sisters were practically bouncing on their toes, smothering their laughter behind cupped hands.

exasperated, you turned to glare at them. “¡ya, cállense! (shut up!) go find something else to do,” you hissed, stamping your boot on the polished stone floor. startled, they squeaked and darted back into the depths of the house, giggles following them down the hall.

a low hum drew your attention out to the courtyard. up ahead, a cloud of dust rose in the distance on the winding gravel road. moments later, a jeep rumbled into view and parked beneath the shade of an old mesquite tree. two men stepped out. the one you instantly recognized as colonel alejandro vargas moved first, pulling off his sunglasses and taking in the hacienda with a confident, knowing gaze. his partner and by elimination, sergeant rodolfo parra, followed more quietly, though with equal attentiveness.

as you took a few steps forward to greet them, alejandro turned his attention fully on you. his eyes roamed over you unabashedly—starting at your boots, lingering on the curve of your hips, then up along the line of your blouse before settling on your face. if he was subtle, it was only in the smoothness of his expression. rodolfo noticed immediately and elbowed him sharply in the ribs, giving a pointed tilt of his head that said behave.

you’d grown up around men confident enough to speak their minds and bold enough to never hide their appreciation. still, you weren’t about to let his lingering look rattle you. you met alejandro’s gaze evenly, head held high.

“bienvenidos (welcome),” you greeted, voice clear and steady. “my father is expecting you. he’ll be pleased you arrived safely.”

alejandro dipped his head, a slow, respectful gesture. “gracias (thank you), señorita (young lady),” he replied, his tone rich and warm. rudy nodded politely as well, his eyes kind behind that assessing soldier’s look.

you led the two men through the airy corridors of the main house, past patterned tiles and paintings that lined the walls, until you reached your father’s study—a room dominated by a heavy wooden desk and windows that overlooked the endless green fields. the scent of leather and old paper surrounded you, crisp and familiar.

your father rose from behind the desk as you entered, his weathered face breaking into a proud smile. he was a man of few words and firm handshakes, and he took each man’s hand in turn, greeting them in low, steady tones. “señores (gentlemen),” he said. “it’s good you’re here. we have much to discuss.”

he gestured for them to sit, then glanced at you, eyebrows raised. “will you join us, mija (daughter)?” the invitation was genuine; your father respected your intellect and knew your eyes were sharp, your ears keen. he always liked having you at his side for serious matters.

but you only shook your head, a polite smile on your lips. “gracias papá (thank you dad), but the hacienda doesn’t run itself.” you turned to your guests, inclining your head graciously. “señores, (gentlemen)" they both nodded in response, alejandro’s eyes lingering a beat longer before dropping politely.

before you could slip away, your father’s voice turned wry. “and by the way—” he said, his tone filled with easy authority. “if your eyes wander too far, you have my permission to charm my younger daughters if they fancy it. they giggle enough and might just play you around. but this one—” he jerked his chin toward you, his eldest. “—is off-limits. understood?”

a teasing sparkle glinted in his gaze, but beneath it lay iron. there would be no nonsense here, not with his pride and joy. alejandro and rodolfo exchanged quick looks, and the former cleared his throat, nodding respectfully. alejandro offered a lazy, good-natured shrug, as if to say he understood the message loud and clear. neither dared offer protest.

you felt heat bloom in your cheeks at your father’s frankness but kept your shoulders straight and your expression calm. you were no blushing girl to be mortified by your father’s protectiveness. instead, you owned it, giving your father a small, knowing smile and the soldiers one last quiet farewell.

then, lifting your skirts just enough to maneuver gracefully over the threshold, you left them to their meeting. the sound of low conversation and chairs scraping the floor followed you as you stepped back into the sunlit corridor.

. . .

dinner that night was more than just a meal; it was a celebration of community. your father had extended the invitation not just to the two visiting soldiers, but to his foremen, the ranch hands, and the domestic staff. the broad tables in the main hall were lined end-to-end, covered in embroidered tablecloths, clay plates, and woven baskets of bread. lanterns hung from wooden beams, casting a warm glow on familiar faces.

your mother and sisters sat among the men and their families, relieved of their usual hostess duties for the evening. at your insistence, they relaxed, laughing and joking as they enjoyed the spread of various guisados, salsas, and freshly made tortillas.

you took on the role of hostess in their stead, gliding around the room with calm efficiency. you refreshed drinks, made sure the children had a place to sit, and settled small disagreements with a few whispered words and a gentle hand on a shoulder.

in the center of it all, alejandro and rodolfo, or rudy as he had offered to the eager crowd, were holding court. your sisters and a gaggle of ranch girls hung on their every word as they recounted carefully edited tales of las almas—stories of tense nights, narrow escapes, and clever outmaneuvering of the cartels. rudy spoke with modest restraint, while alejandro painted pictures of their exploits with a mischievous grin. he embellished here and there, but who would know the difference? everyone loved it.

you slipped out at one point to fetch more pulque, disappearing into a back room where the large clay jug rested. you poured the thick, pale liquid into a smaller pitcher, careful not to spill a drop. when you returned to the edge of the hall and prepared to weave through the crowd, you collided—again—into something solid and warm.

alejandro.

he caught you easily, steadying the pulque jug before it could slosh onto the floor. despite the amount you'd seen him drink tonight, he remained steady on his feet, his movements sure and controlled.

up close, you could smell the faint trace of cologne and woodsmoke on him, and see the amusement dancing in his dark eyes. he looked at you unabashedly, as he had before, making no secret of his admiration.

“you’re a pretty little thing, aren’t you?” he said, his voice low enough that no one else could overhear. “your father’s something else,” he added, leaning in just a fraction, his breath warm against your face, “but i’m not scared…not that much at least.”

you tried to maintain your composure, tried to give him a cool, measured look. instead, you managed a cross between a flustered smile and a skeptical glare. the mixture of emotions danced across your face, and he seemed delighted by the display.

your heart fluttered, caught off guard by his brazen compliment and teasing. still, you lifted your chin, reminding yourself who you were and where you stood. “you should be careful,” you managed quietly. “this is my family’s home, and my father’s word is law.”

alejandro’s grin only widened. “noted, preciosa (precious).”

he took the jug from you then, hefting its weight in one hand as though it were nothing. with the other, he lightly guided you back toward the main hall, his touch warm against the small of your back and insistent through the fabric of your dress. your pulse thrummed at his closeness, but you made certain not to yield more than you wished. if he was testing your boundaries, he’d find them well-guarded—yet not altogether impenetrable.

and it was clear alejandro liked that very much. he guided you both to the laughter and music, as if nothing unusual had happened, but the secret between you now shimmered under the lamplight, a new thread woven into the tapestry of the evening.

the morning after the festivities, the hacienda seemed suspended in a rare, gentle calm. your father had declared that everyone could wake up late, allowing weary heads to clear and heavy eyes to rest. even so, you weren’t one to linger too long in bed. when you finally rose, you found the main hall deserted but for a few maids quietly sweeping and wiping down tables. you helped them for a time, gathering empty cups and smoothing tablecloths into neat folds.

by late morning, the house had begun to feel settled again. the lingering smell of last night’s food and cigars had faded, replaced with the familiar scent of your home—fresh bread baking somewhere, straw hats and well-worn leather boots resting by the door. once the chores were done, you stepped into the courtyard and followed the familiar path toward the stables.

there, warm sunlight filtered in through the open doors, dust motes dancing in the beams. the horses whickered softly, shifting their weight on the straw-covered floor. you approached your favorite mare, reaching out to run a hand along her neck.

a rustling sound drew your attention to the far end of the stable. you craned your neck, expecting one of the ranch hands, but were surprised to see rudy instead. he leaned against a nearby stall door, one hand lightly resting on the wooden beam while the other gently offered a bit of carrot to a curious stallion. he looked a bit worse for wear—his eyes were heavy-lidded, and his neat hair was slightly out of place. hungover, no doubt. yet there was a contented calm about him, a man at ease in this quieter moment.

he noticed you and stood straighter, though still cradling his head as if it pounded. “buenos días (good morning),” he greeted quietly, his voice softer than the night before. “i woke up late—i guess your father was merciful,” he added with a small, rueful smile.

you returned his smile, leaning against the stall door next to him. the horse nuzzled your arm, searching for more attention. “he usually is after celebrations like last night,” you said, feeling the peaceful hush of the stable settle over you both.

rudy’s gaze moved from you to the horses, the lines around his eyes gentle. “in las almas,” he began, words slow and thoughtful, “we used to have many horses.” he reached out to stroke the stallion’s muzzle. “good stock, strong animals. but things changed. the narcos, the violence… it became harder to keep them, harder to protect them. many people who had horses lost them or sold them off.” his voice carried a note of regret, of something once beautiful gone sour with time.

“i’m sorry,” you murmured, your hand moving to scratch behind your mare’s ear. “horses are… a part of the soul of a place like this, i think.”

rudy inclined his head, agreeing. “they are. your father—he wanted our advice, our experiences. we told him what we could. maybe it’ll help him keep the threats away. not just from the people of this municipio, but from creatures like these.” he patted the stallion’s neck. “they deserve a peaceful life, too.”

the warmth in the stable and the quiet companionship of the animals made it feel as if the world outside didn’t exist. you studied rudy’s profile—he lacked alejandro’s overt boldness, his compliments and staring eyes. yet there was a gentleness in the way he looked at you, a sincerity that didn’t need words to be understood.

“thank you,” you said softly, “for helping my father. for caring about this place, about our people, our horses. it means a lot.”

he gave a small shrug, something modest in the gesture. “we do what we can. there’s no guarantee it’ll be enough, but…” he looked at you then, meeting your eyes in the quiet light. “your family deserves a chance to hold onto what it has.”

the silence that followed was comfortable, tinged with unspoken things. rudy wasn’t shy about his appreciation—he’d shown it in the way he listened last night, in how he respected your home this morning—but he spoke no compliments aloud. he didn’t need to. you sensed it in his steady gaze, the way his voice gentled around you, how he lingered here instead of heading back to rest off his headache.

you stood there for a few moments longer, side by side with rudy and the horses, letting the quiet speak for you both.

. . .

they left before dawn, slipping away as the sky blushed pink and the hacienda’s rooster welcomed the sun. you’d risen early enough to catch a glimpse—alejandro and rudy loading their things, exchanging respectful farewells with your father, their voices low and earnest. neither looked your way as they climbed into their vehicle, yet the memory of their gazes lingered in the empty space they left behind.

all day, a strange hollowness followed you. it wasn’t as though your life revolved around them—of course not. you were your father’s eldest, you had duties and responsibilities that needed no outside approval. but you couldn’t deny something had shifted. attention like theirs didn’t come your way often, and now that it was gone, you felt its absence like a missed heartbeat.

you went about your life as usual. the days folded into weeks, and weeks into months. you saw to the cattle and the horses, managed ranchhands’ wages, delivered instructions from your father, arranged supplies, and oversaw the kitchens. everything ran smoothly, just as it always had. yet, at odd moments—trimming roses in the courtyard, dusting off saddles in the tack room, sitting down at dinner—you’d remember alejandro’s lazy grin, rudy’s gentle eyes, and a flutter of warmth would stir inside you, quickly buried by work.

three months later, you’d all but convinced yourself it had been a passing fancy. so it caught you utterly off guard when word came that they were arriving again, and this time to stay for a full week.

the news lit the household into hushed speculation. your sisters exchanged delighted whispers and your mother raised an eyebrow at you, amused by your quiet composure. your father only nodded thoughtfully, no doubt recalling the advice they’d given and the respect they’d earned. you tried to remain unruffled, telling yourself that this was just another business trip. but the tightness in your chest told a different story.

when the men arrived, you noted the change in their eyes immediately. alejandro stepped out of the jeep with that same confident stride, but there was a new gleam there, a focused warmth that made your stomach flip. rudy’s glance lingered a fraction longer when he greeted you, a subtle softness that felt almost intimate.

they were more blatant this time—cornering you at every turn, though never rudely. after dinner, when you disappeared into the kitchens to help tidy up, alejandro would appear in the doorway, leaning against the frame with arms folded and that charming half-smile on his face. he asked about the local traditions, the foods you liked best, the history of the carved saints that stood around your home. his voice was low and flirtatious, but sincere. he wanted to know you, piece by piece, and he made no secret that he enjoyed every moment you gave him.

rudy was different, quieter, but just as present. he didn’t ply you with sweet nothings—he was too careful, too mindful of scaring you off. instead, he caught you alone in the stables, commenting softly on your horses, their bloodlines and strengths, how he admired your careful breeding and training. he listened when you talked of their temperaments, asked which one was your favorite and why. he made you feel heard, respected, as if everything about your life and work mattered deeply.

between the two of them, you found no safe harbor. alone in the courtyard at dusk, or carrying fresh linens down a hallway, or even pausing in the cool of the cellar to check on wine casks—you’d feel a presence behind you, turn, and find one of them. alejandro’s playful grin or rudy’s gentle curiosity waiting to catch you off guard.

they were back, and this time they weren’t content to fade quietly into memory. they pressed closer, yet carefully—testing boundaries, showing respect, and taking delight in your every reaction. you couldn’t deny the thrill of it, even as you worked to maintain your composure.

one night, you were tidying up the kitchen, thinking everyone had turned in, when rudy appeared quietly at your elbow. without a word, he took your hand, his calloused palm warm and reassuring against yours. he guided you out into the moonlit courtyard and over to the stables, where the scent of hay and horse and distant bougainvillea filled the cool air.

you barely had time to question what was going on before alejandro emerged from the shadows inside. with a low chuckle, he claimed your other hand. together, they ushered you deeper into the stable, past rows of slumbering horses, their breathing peaceful and steady. at the very back, they’d cleared a small space—nothing grand, just a few thick blankets, some pillows, and a lantern casting a gentle glow over weathered beams and hay bales.

your eyes widened, and you started to sputter, words tangling in your throat at the implication of this hidden little nook. but alejandro silenced your protests with a soft brush of his knuckles along your jaw, and rudy pressed close behind, fingers gently smoothing over your shoulder. their voices were quiet murmurs, warm and coaxing, as they confessed what had been simmering between you for months.

they spoke of how they admired you: the way you carried yourself, the way you took responsibility without complaint, the way you looked after your family’s land and people with fierce pride and steady grace. it had drawn them like moths to a flame, they said, and neither minded sharing that flame if it meant feeling your warmth.

before you could form a proper argument—or even a question—alejandro tilted your chin and kissed you, slow and certain, while rudy’s hand slipped around your waist and under your shirt. there was no hesitation in the way they crowded close, gentle but insistent. their tenderness and attention washed over you, leaving no room for doubts or second thoughts.

they lowered you to the makeshift bed, one at each side, whispers and soft laughter blending with the rustle of straw. outside, a horse snorted softly, and beyond the stable doors, the world slept on, unaware of the quiet seduction unfolding within. the night stretched sweet and secret around you, their shared affection a balm that eased your surprise and embarrassment until all that remained was warmth, comfort, and the lingering promise of something beautifully unorthodox and undeniably your own.

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[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! 

[konigsblog]

virginity loss

rodolfo x afab!f!reader ...

warnings: virginity loss, female anatomy, praising, self degrading, slight teasing.

note: i seriously need to start writing day 31... 😵‍💫

kinktober masterlist. (day 30)

Rodolfo's breath hitched in his throat at the sight of your bare and vulnerable body. Beauty, his eyes wandered, lingering on your chest as he swirls his tongue around your nipples, dragging his pink tongue along the hardened nubs.

“Tan perfecto, no puedo creer que esto sea lo que me has estado ocultando, niña...” He clicked his tongue, rubbing your clit while toying with your nipples and sloppily making out with you.

Your cunt drooled for affection, for the sensual touch. Your eyes rolled back when his soft lips trailed down your chest to your nipples again, sucking on them while pumping him cock messily. He chuckled at the sounds of your euphoria and ecsasty.

“Do you think you're ready for me, babe?” Rodolfo breathed out. “Please, hurry.” you whimpered, clinging to his hand and watching him ease down onto the bed, chuckling at your eagerness. “Paciencia, conejito...” Rudy smirked and dragged the tip between your slit and hole. Slowly easing inside and rolling his eyes back when your walls tightened around him.

Rudy sloppily pushed each inch inside. Slow and steady, he breathed out at the pulsing sensation against his shaft. Veins lugging against your walls. He smirked, sucking a hickey onto your neck and groaning out when he bottomed inside. “Oh-fuck!” he cursed, his eyebrows furrowed and his face scrunched up as he allowed you to become familiar with his cock size.

You whined quietly, eyes watering at his girth. You clutched around him, signalling for him to move. Broad hips met your own and heavy balls smacked against your ass with each thrust. He knocked into your hole, his dick stretching out your inexperienced and unused hole. His moans only getting louder. “Oh, God... That's it, taking it so well,”

“I'm so dirty for taking your virginity, yes?” Rodolfo teased, kissing your cheek as he picked up the pace, degrading himself for enjoying the tightness of a virgin cunt. “So fucking gross, I'm sorry, princess...” he panted after expressing how hard he was at your virgin tight pussy around him.

Your back arched as he began thrusting into your cunny erratically, your cheek rising and falling as he filled your slick pussy with his cock. He groaned loudly, euphoria rushing through his body when you creamed around him unexpectedly. Panting and slick, gasping as he continued fucking your hole.

Hot ropes of seed drooled into your pussy, filling you with a potent amount of cum. You gasped, eyes rolled back and shut tightly, his brute arms beside your head and your hand grasping at his hair. Rodolfo buried his head in the crook of your neck, pressing tender kisses as he apologized for taking you so roughly towards the end.

“Lo siento mucho, conejito. No pude evitarlo, ¿eh?”

[crimsonbubble]

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

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

kinktober masterlist

MINORS DNI!!

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

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

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

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

[halcyone-of-the-sea]

Soft moments with Rudy after he is rescued by Alejandro and brought to the safe house? Small angst because Rudy could have died and the reader is in love with Rudy but it turns soft.

—A Love Like Ours Makes Us Strong

⇢ ˗ˏˋ 5k Drabble Masterlist ࿐ྂ

╰┈➤ ❝ [Rodolfo came back, alive but bruised. How do you explain how terrified you were?] ❞

You silently clean your guns, moving the oiled rag over the blackened pieces laid out over the old crate of a makeshift table. Leaning against the wall, your eyes are always drawn back to the mess of a man sleeping in the cot across the room. 

He could have died.

Sighing, you shake your head, pacing down the part you hold in favor of another, not stopping until every speck of dirt is gone. You could only do so much to distract yourself from the terror you’d felt when everything went wrong—from the knee-shaking relief when Alejandro had brought Rudy back to you. There were so many emotions, that the concoction in your veins had left you numb.

Quite the dichotomy, no? 

“He wouldn’t want you to strain yourself, you know?” Even now the Colonel is trying to get you to rest. How can you when the man you love is battered and bruised? 

Your vigil had started the moment he had been dragged through these safehouse doors. 

Alejandro’s serious expression shows itself as he walks forward, arms crossed. You hum, shrugging. 

“It’s reckless,” he utters, words firm. 

“It’s instinct,” you reply, glancing up slowly. “How long until others get here and we can get him proper care?”

“He’s going to be alright. No one keeps him down for long—not Rudy.”

“I’m not asking that,” you mutter under your breath, taking up another piece of black metal before Alejandro comes over and steals it out of your grip. Your lids pull in a glare, looking over at him heatedly. 

“Ale—”

“You need rest,” he says, his brown eyes not letting up. A smirk flickers across his lips, teasing softly as one would a sister. “Do not make me order you away, eh? We both know that will only end in bloodshed.”

“From me or you,” you grumble, sighing. 

He wasn’t wrong—you’d been up far too long to be alert anymore; doing mindless tasks with the hope of keeping your mind off of your inner battle. The same battle that had been going on for months now—years. 

You loved Rodolfo. Alejandro knew it, the men knew it, hell, even Rudy himself probably knew it, but it wasn’t like it was something you could help. It had just…happened. 

“Me, probably,” Alejandro chuckles smoothly, moving away and placing your belongings down. He spares you a glance as he walks back to his position near the front door as a lookout. “I won’t get in the way of your anger any day soon, no. I quite like my life, you see.”

“Well,” you rub at your face. “I can’t call you dumb, then.”

His short laugh is what you hear as you walk over to Rudy’s cot, taking a moment to look down at him as he sleeps. 

The man has bandages and gauze wrapped around his arms—one on his neck as well. He had a cut on his forehead, too. Not deep enough for stitches, but it had still been cleaned and the invisible trace of medical tape was pulling at his skin near the sharp angle of his eyebrows. Reaching a hand out hesitantly, you brush your fingers through his dark hair and watch his slightly tight face loosen, his puffing breaths evening out in his chest. 

Your face softens at that, but your sentiency soon snaps you out of your trance; imagining how strange you look as you quickly turn away and walk to the corner of the safehouse. 

Grumbling, you settle back against the wall and lean your scalp into the wood, crossing your arms before you let the darkness settle in around your eyes like a veil. 

But who were you kidding, all of your dreams just led back to him anyway.

When you wake back up, there’s soft talking before the front door of the safehouse closes on its rusty hinges, a silence re-settling that almost allows you to fall back to sleep if not for the limping footsteps that trail over to you. A hand curls your legs and the width of your shoulders, and with a low grunt, you’re picked up and carried somewhere.

When your head hits the fabric of the cot, your eyelids flutter half-open. 

“I know you’re not switching me out, Rodolfo. Get back in here—you’re injured.”

A sheepish face comes into view. 

“I…I didn’t know you were awake.” You frown, hand coming up to rub at your face and clear the blurriness of your vision. “But, really, I’d prefer it if you have it. I’m feeling better, and I don’t want you to have to sleep on the ground.”

Perhaps the fatigue had lowered your inhibitions. 

“Get in,” you huff, scooting over. There’s a pause from the man, his eyes blinking in confusion for a moment.

“Say again?” 

“You heard me. Get in.” 

“That’s not necessary—I’m fine out here, you see?”

“I love you,” you whisper, eyes glinting as they try to stay awake. Rudy’s body goes as straight as a board, his eyes so wide they could be saucers—his lips are slightly parted as if to say something before you order again. “So get in and hold me.” 

For a long time, nothing happens, and then a soft huff of laughter makes your lips twitch as a hand brushes your cheek. A small utterance from the Sergeant Major.

“Quite the way to tell a man, no?”

“You did almost die.” You say, falling deeper and deeper by the second.

“Ah,” Rudy mutters, guilt in his tone as he moves closer, slipping into the cot beside you with a grunt that reverberates in his chest. “I’m sorry.”

You hum, feeling his arms wrap around you. 

“Can I…kiss you?” He asks.

You smile and sit right on the cusp of sleep. 

“You better,” your words are slurred, and just before you fall back into nothingness, the warm press of delicate lips falls to your forehead. 

“I love you too.”

[mockerycrow]

4k! Congrats! 🎉 I humbly request some Rudy x gn!reader with the angst "Call me the second you get this. I wont be mad, I just want to know you're safe."

SAFE (Rodolfo Parra x GN!Reader) — 4K CELEBRATION

a/n; i apologize for how late this is—i hope you enjoy!! i need to write for rudy more tbh.

IMPORTANT TO NOTE: bolded italics in conversation are spanish.

[WARNINGS; stalker themes, out of character probably, angst, descriptions of anxiety, open/unhappy ending.]

YOU HAD MENTIONED to Rodolfo about a suspicious person that has appeared in your everyday life. You mentioned it was a big burly man, someone who looked quite intimidating and they certainly used it to their advantage. At first, you didn’t notice him, even as he followed you from shop to shop.

When you first began to notice the familiar figure, standing in an aisle across from you, maybe checking out a few boxes that he didn’t seem to actually show much interest in, you had sent Rodolfo a text. It was first a “men are creepy” text with some quick context, sending assurances to him that you’re fine. It still put on edge; he made sure you were carrying a pocket knife and at least a backup self defense weapon, which you always were.

That first text was not the only text you ended up sending to your dear boyfriend, who could not come home right away to come help due to a different threat in the country requiring his presence. You began to keep track���due to Alejandro’s advice once he was informed of the situation—all three of you knew that the police were likely not going to take this seriously as they nearly never do.. Until something happens. So, a separate chat between you and Rodolfo is made. It’s filled with photos of the recurring man or if you can’t capture a picture, you quickly send a text of where you are and what the man is doing. It went from seeing him once in a few days, to every other day, to literally every single day.

“I just.. I’m afraid to leave home, Rudy—but I have work, and I..” You whimper into the phone, your heart pounding out of your chest as you close your front door after putting a couple of paper bags down on the ground. You had just gotten home from the store where you had seen the man; where the man had the audacity to inch ever so closer to you, as if you hadn’t ever noticed him. “I know, sweetheart, I know. It’s not something you can afford, hm?” Rodolfo soothes you through the speaker, his voice causing a comforting chill to go down your spine and spreading down your skin. “Are any of your friends able to accompany you in public?”

You let out a breath as you try to calm down your hammering heart inside of your rib cage. “No, not all of the time, I asked.” You reply quietly, taking a seat down on the couch for a moment. Your eyes glance over to the open curtains of your home, allowing anyone to peer inside of your house and see some of the layout. You walk over and quietly shuffle the curtains closed. “I see.” Rodolfo utters softly into the phone, a bit muffled on your end. You sniffle, closing your eyes as you sit back down. “Please do not cry, honey. I will figure out a solution as quickly as I can.” Rodolfo murmurs, his voice ever so slightly strained. 

He knows how scared you are—every conversation lately always ends up leading to something about the strange and disturbing man. It hurts Rodolfo that he can’t be there; he’s asked for leave, but he can’t leave his post. Alejandro has tried to approve his request time after time again, but of course.. Someone above him vetoes his decision. Something about the situation at hand is too important—a situation you have no clue about, of course. Rodolfo can’t even tell you about it, even if he wanted to. All he wants to do is protect you from any threat possible and it’s killing him that he isn’t home to do that. 

Rodolfo doesn’t know how much his superior’s superiors decision will maybe cost him. It’s about two weeks later after that incident, of the strange man borderline invading your space. You went out and bought cameras—not ones connected to WiFi, no. Rodolfo taught you better than that to buy cameras that could be easily hacked into. No Ring Doorbell type cameras, of course. You bought cameras, accompanied by a friend; the man missing on this trip. You bought new locks, made sure to not leave any spares outside like with your previous locks. Even when you were forced to venture outside of your home by yourself, the creepy man seemed to be lacking in any of his usual areas. For a week, you were paranoid. Maybe he just found a way to watch you without being noticed; maybe he grew some brains, but you couldn’t find him at all.

After two weeks, one day.. You haven’t texted Rodolfo once. Not a good morning text you usually send his way, no updates about your day, nothing about if you maybe have to work—not even a mention about how the birds on the bird feeder outside are behaving and it’s eating at him. His bones are aching every time he checks for a notification from you; nothing. Absolutely nothing. The anxiety in his gut is brutal, carving it’s way up his throat and threatening to spill out in angry spurts; or maybe actual bile instead.

There’s anger and cold panic settling in his guts, in his muscles—his skin, his bones, his cartilage. There is nothing else but just.. Rage, and worry. His texts were being left on delivered and now they’re not being sent at all, meaning something is going on with your phone. Alejandro shoots him a worried look when he watches Rodolfo furiously typing at his phone, walking away for some privacy. He’s already called you several times; both him and Alejandro, but he has to keep trying. He needs to know you’re okay. Rodolfo is so close to grabbing a truck and going AWOL for you. He clicks the phone symbol to shoot you another call.

Rodolfo curses and his heart drops to his stomach when it goes voicemail automatically. Cold sweat rolls down and seeps down his face down to his jaw when he hears the voicemail he helped to set up for you.. Hearing your wonderful voice; he doesn’t want your voicemail to be one of the last times he’s heard your voice. He inhales shakily—his chest feels tight. “Hey, sweetheart. Call me when you get this. I.. I won’t be mad, I just want to know you’re safe.” He pauses for a moment, and then his lips part; his voice wavers. “Please.”

Rodolfo tries to keep himself focused despite your lack of response. He tries to focus on Alejandro’s words, the paperwork that needs to be done, the ride out to the city that needs to happen to scope out an area for a future endeavor. He knows his heart and mind need to be at work, but all he can think about is you; and that man. Rodolfo only lasts about an hour before he brings his case to Alejandro. He opens his office door on base, Alejandro’s brows already tense and furrowed from Rodolfo’s previous behavior. “What’s wrong, brother?” Alejandro utters, keeping their eyes locked.

“It’s them,” Rodolfo answers easily, making the other man tense. “I think something happened, I.. I do not know what to do, Alejandro. I need to go home.” The air is tense and thick—the intensity radiating off of his usual calm second in command nearly choking Alejandro. He lets out a deep sigh, contemplating. “Go.” Alejandro utters. Rodolfo eyebrows raise for a moment and Alejandro tips his head towards his office door. “I can deal with the bullshit later. Go.”

Rodolfo sends him an appreciative glance before he’s right out the door.

[luci4theminorannoyance]

Hey Luci 👋

Can I ask for Alejandro Rudy and Valeria with extremely strong, Gn! Reader.

They saw reader picked up a car like it's nothing. How would their partner react?

a/n: hi!!! I am happy to write this. Oh also unrelated, to whichever lovely anon keeps requesting things, I promise I’ve seen it and it’s in my drafts

Alejandro:

-loves to dare you to pick up things to see how much you can pick up

-makes you carry him around after missions cuz it’s so comfy to be taken care of for once for him

-calls you whenever he has car issues so you can drag it back home

rudy:

-is SHOCKED. SHOKE. SCARED.

-asked you to put soldiers that have been rude under heavy things just so that they learn not to be jerks

-basically uses your scary dog privileges because he doesn’t have any of his own

valeria:

-needs something like a heavy cartel box lifted? She’s calling you. She doesn’t care if your working, she wants you to help :(

-loves having you just pick her up and hold her in the air

-loves loves loves cuddles with your strong arms wrapped around her

[codnasties]

face sitting w/rudy 🦌 (🌽 link)

pretty boy rudy, beautiful personality and body accompanied by such a handsome face. and a pretty face like his deserves to be sat on. sat, not hoovered. because he deserves to have his nose burried in your bush or skin.

and he fully agrees, because nothing makes him happier than being slotted right between your legs, your thighs framing his face as he laps at your soaking pussy.

hands fondling with the soft skin of your legs or playing with your ass, groping and slapping it - maybe even slipping a cheeky finger into your plucked hole as he eats you out like a man starved. those same hands are the ones that both make you fully sit on his face and keep you from squirming.

his stubble lighly scratching the soft skin around your middle as his tongue explores your weeping cunt. the wet muscle exploring every bit of skin and every crevice before it slowly pushed into your hole. and if it isn't in you, it's because his mouth is occupied sucking, lightly kissing your clit or flicking it with his tongue.

rudy strikes me as the type of man to record that, just in case ;)

[madlittlecriminal]

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

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

oh this is so cute! i love this!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[icarustypicalfall]

There you are

MASTERLIST

summary: period comfort, no further explanation

warnings: SFW fem! reader, periods, tiny headcanons\fic sorry

note: not proofread, I'll edit it later

Also I'll post another fic about rudy in the day, i am just emptying my head or I'll explode.

“Like fire weeping from a cedar tree, know that my love would burn with me We'll live eternally”

This man is just too sweet :(

Rudy is usually just too sweet, he never stops offering affection, his gentle touch and tiny kisses are enough to cease your worries and sorrow.

He always keeps a snack and water in his nightstand in case you woke up at night.

When you wanted to come over, he was more than excited. He wanted to pamper you and take care of you.

His strongest trait is how observant and thoughtful he can be.

Rudy loved you deerly, he wished to give you the Ultimest love and unlimited comfort.

He offered to go shopping "to restock his apartment"

Secretly wanting to know what brands you used/prefered so he gets some for you, "just in case" :(

He ended getting more than just one packet of tampons.

Rudy got a whole section of sanitary/hygiene products and put them in a special drawer in his bathroom.

He even got your prefered soap and conditioner. Along a vanilla scented candle and a plushie :(

You thought he'll change after some time?

Ha

Jokes on you

Turns out he planned to be the sweetest man till his last breath :((

Today, because it had to be today :(

He figured out something was wrong when you woke up earlier than you usually do.

You were restless, fidgeting and roaming around.

He realized you were on your period when you kept holding your stomach and complain about back pain and headaches.

Your burning cheeks as you nodded, saying you were okay were the key.

Why were you embarrassed of telling him?

He didn't understand this embarrassment, you had nothing to feel shame about.

Rudy made sure to check the calendar and marked it down.

He did even keep a tracker on his phone for this time of month. Why wouldn't he?

He uttered, eyeing your tired form

"you alright, mi Cielo?"

He sighed when you nodded with an embarrassed yes.

You were lying

You were in fact, facing the ultimate- greatest - throeful - most painful period cramp of your entire existence.

You shed a tear while keeping the huge grin from ear to ear

Ha

You thought that'll fool him?

Nuh uh

He told you to go lay while he prepared something

Rudy preppared you a cup of warm tea, smiling as he handed you the cup

You sipped the hot drink, grateful for his kindness

He whispered, sitting beside you on the coach.

"There is no need to be embarrassed...I get it...you are not feeling well, and thats understandable, I just want you to be comfortable."

He smiled, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

When you finally told him, he chuckled, kissing your forehead.

"Thats alright, I figured you had it...just wanted to be here for you, mija"

You thought he'll be annoyed because of your mood swings or cravings?

Ha

Fool

"You are not whiny nor too sensative. You are just a human being...there is nothing to be guilty of, cariña.

"We can take the day off and rest at home with some pizza and icecream..."

He was startled when you started to tear up.

"Mi amor if you don't want pizza we can make something else!"

He nodded when you explained through tears you were just a tid more emotional, and he was just too sweet:(

Rudy kissed your tears, his lips brushing over your eye lids and cheeks :(

He smiled, uttering.

"I love you...you deserve the world, amor, you hear me?"

He said in a soft tender tone, letting his eyes roam on your tired face.

"we will have a nice day and you must rest as much as you want. I got you, amor..."

He ended by making the best pizzas. He gave you medicine, a warm bottle to put on your tummy and the best back masage of your existence :(

Rudy was unlike any men you ever met, he was just, him.

He treated you like the most precious gem.

He loved you deerly.

In fact, he wished for nothing more than holding you in nights like these, where you bury your head in his neck and he tells you fairytale in Spanish till you fall asleep.

He adored you

this could be me but instead i have an exam and dump finals to take care of. help