#rudy x you

[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?”

[mykneeshurt]

Shower sex with 141, Rudy and Alejandro + Keegan? 🤤

WHEW! I need a cold shower after that! AFAB reader

Warnings - 18+, smut, explicit smut, praise kink, hints at voyuerism, p in v, f oral receiving, m oral receiving, masturbation, unprotected sex

Price 🥃

Price loves nothing more than bending you over in your corner shower. It’s a decent size but with his buff body in there with you? Whew it’s a tight squeeze.

He loves to wait until you’ve had a chance to unwind as the hot water engulfs your body. When he feels satisfied that you’ve had some time to your self he’ll join you. And it surprises you every time.

He opens the curved doors and slips in behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. You feel so soft against his body, he loves how the water makes you feel so slick beneath him.

He starts off by nipping at your neck, then your ear as he whispers sweet praises in your ear. ‘Look so good love’ … ‘mmm smell divine’ … ‘can’t wait to feel you.’

He kissed you under the rainfall shower head for a while, teasing your lips with his teeth. Slowly working his hands down to your core. He gets you to beg every time, every single time. You don’t know how he does it.

When he can’t take anymore teasing he presses your bare chest into the tile, the cold texture causing your nipples to harden. He lines his cock up against your slit before pushing in at a devilishly slow pace. He starts off slow before building a fast but gentle pace. He loves watching the fat of your ass jiggle with every thrust. The sound of your skin slapping together.

Holding onto your waist he grips you like a vice, muttering against your skin. ‘Fuck love’ … ‘can’t take it, feel so good on my cock’ … ‘gonna cum in this lil cunt alright?’

Soap 🧼

You love to surprise Soap when he’s in the shower. While it’s not his favourite place to fuck you he’ll never pass up an opportunity to feel you. Slipping behind the curtain you join him, his eyes light up almost instantly. A cheeky grin plastered on your face.

You kiss him first, deep, passionate kisses, Soaps a very good kisser. Attentive and loving. He backs you up against the tile wall, hooking your thigh around his waist. He likes to take his time with you, first he runs his fingers along your slit. Teasing your sensitive clit with every scrape of his finger tips.

You arch your back off the tiles and closer to his chest, eyes screwed shut as he inserts one finger, then another. He’s slow, methodical, massaging your pussy as he watches you bit your lips. Making them swell. When he feels your begin to clench he removes his fingers and pushes into you.

His cock stretches you in the most perfect way, it burns but tingles. Cupping your jaw he begins to move, again, steady, slow, methodical. Feeling every ridge in your cunt as he watches you gave contort in pleasure. Kissing you again he inhales your moans as he grunts himself.

Scraping your nails along his chest he hisses through his teeth, ‘Atta girl’ … ‘keep going’ … ‘cum on my cock, that’s it.’ And you do, hard. Throwing your head back, chest heaving as you cum around his cock you moan into oblivion.

Ghost 💀

As I’ve mentioned before Ghost loves a bath, so he has both. He spent a lot of money on his bathroom so it’s the best of the best.

One day you’re feeling particularly horny, he’s out running errands but came back early. He hears your soft delicate loans coming from the bathroom, as he peers through the door he sees you straddling the powerful shower head. Moving slightly the floorboard creaks causing you to whip your head up. Instead of being embarrassed you beckon him in with a finger.

Ghost stands over you unable to take his eyes off your naked body dripping with water. You looked ethereal in the soft bathroom lighting. Eyeing his crotch you bite your lip, he knows exactly what you want. Pulling out his cock he teases your lips with the swollen head of his cock.

Without any hesitation you open and take his cock into your warm wet mouth. The sudden change in sensation and temperature causes him to whimper. A low breathy whimper beneath his mask. This spurs you on so you begin to move your head, feeling your own orgasm brewing.

Gripping your hair he guides your head and mouth along the shaft of his cock. He can’t find any words to say, he wants to praise you, love you, encourage you, but they won’t come. Instead he’s choking on his breath as he watches you Bob your head back and forth. You look up at him with doe like eyes, big and innocent. Such a juxtaposition, you were anything but innocent.

You moan around his cock, the vibrations reverberate up his spine and into his chest. You’re close, he knows this. ‘Cum for me baby’ he manages to choke out as he sees your eyes flutter, your orgasm teetering closer. When you finally fall over the edge you keep his cock in your mouth, groaning and moaning. The sounds muffled by him filling your mouth with his cum.

Gaz 🇬🇧

The barracks were close to empty when you were showering, you liked to shower at night away from the crowds of people. But tonight Gaz decided he wanted to join you. You’d both gotten back from a crazy ass mission and you needed to unwind. He’d text you earlier in the day to meet him there after midnight.

You went about your normal shower routine waiting for him to show up. Just as you were above to give up hope the curtain flew open and Gaz’s lips were on yours. He was hungry, needy, desperate. He shoved you up against the wall and devoured your neck ‘need you so bad babe.’

He lifted you onto his hips and wasted no time in slipping his cock into you. It was rough, fast and ready, his pace was brutal and he thrust into your cunt. You hardly had any time to breathe in between thrust, you gripped on to his neck, your nails leaving crescent shaped indents. ‘You take it so well, fuck, so good’ he moaned into your ear.

He came soon after, finally feeling so relief from his release. Knowing you hadn’t come yet he sank to his knees and ate you pussy while he finger fucked his cum back into you.

Rudy ❤️

After a hard mission Rudy came home and sat under the shower letting the water wash away his sins. Seeing he wasn’t himself you joined him, straddling him in your wet room.

It didn’t take long for you to distract him, the water dripped down your face and onto your breasts. It was picture perfect for him. He brought your lips to his in a soft and loving kiss as he pulled you into him. Wanting to feel your body on his, reminding him where he was.

He seemed distracted still, ‘Rudy, take me please.’ Feeling him grow hard beneath you, you raised your hips and sank down onto him. His mouth fell open and a breath filled gasp came from deep within his chest. As you started to move on top of him he held your back and waist, feeling your muscles move and contract.

You bucked your hips as you rode him, the water spilled over you both enhancing the sensations you felt. Slamming your hands on the wall next to his head you watched as his eyes flickered, how the rolled back into his head. ‘Cum for me, fill me Rudy please’ you begged in his ear ‘fuck, cum for me baby.’ Your sweet voice pulled him closer to his orgasm, when he finally felt his release he buried his head in your neck. Thanking you for knowing what he needed.

Alejandro 🌹

In your home in Mexico you had an outdoor shower for getting in and out of the pool. One extremely hot day you were getting ready to go for a dip, Alejandro was relaxing on a lounger as he caught a glimpse of you showering. He watched as the water slid down your curves, hugging your breasts and ass. He needed to have you.

He made his way over and pulled you in close to him as he began kissing your neck. You moaned as you put a hand out onto the clay wall to steady yourself. His hands moved down your body feeling every part of you underneath his calloused hands. ‘Alejandro! Someone could hear us!’ While there was a small clay wall around the outdoor shower, the houses in your neighbourhood were close together.

This only spurred him on, ‘let them hear mi amor. Let them hear how pretty you sound when you cum.’ Knowing he wasn’t going to let up you smiled up at him reigniting the kiss. He slid your bikini pants to the side and massaged your clit as he peppered kisses along your collar bone. Raking your nails through his hair only encouraged him, he slipped two fingers into your dripping cunt. Causing you to moan into his neck, you arched your back wanting to feel closer to him.

‘Need you Alejandro’ you whispered. He turns you round and bent you over as he slid his thick cock into you. You tried desperately to store your moans but he knew exactly how to drive you wild. You could have sworn he was doing it on purpose.

Keegan 🗡️

Keegan loves nothing more than worshipping you no matter where you end up having sex. Under the powerful rainfall water head he kisses you deeply first, grazing his hands over your jaw, your neck, your collarbones. This man makes you putty in his hands. He twists his hands in your hair pulling your head back, exposing your neck.

He licks from your collar bone to your jaw, before biting your bottom lip. He builds you up so well, teasing you constantly. He trails his fingers gently over your slit, being careful not to touch your clit. He wants you to beg. To come undone in his hands. You whimper beneath his touch ‘please Keegan.’ The sound of you beg is other worldly, he gets high from your whispery moans and pleas.

When he’s finally unable to control himself anymore, he places his hand around your neck as you hitch a thigh over his waist. ‘Ready?’ He scans your face for any discomfort and to double check you still want this. You nod firmly, wanting nothing more than him inside you.

Once he’s satisfied he slips into your cunt, slow at first before building up his pace. He feels so good, he makes you feel full, ‘touch yourself’ he commands. Dropping your fingers to your clit you satisfy the throbbing need deep within you. Keegan places his face in the crook of your neck ‘wanna hear you baby, moan for me, lemme hear that pretty voice.’ Not one to disobey him you whimper and moan against his skin, the phonetic moans drive him to the edge.

‘That’s it, take it baby, just like that Fuck’ he groans. You can feel your orgasm coming, and coming fast. Muttering under your breath Keegan can feel you beginning to tighten. ‘Cum for me, right now, cum on this cock’ his voice is dark and gravelly. You do as you’re told and allow yourself to fall over the precipice of pleasure.

[venomous-ragno]

What nicknames do they call their partner?

I take requests btw ;)

Tags: CoD x you, gn!reader but use of female nicknames, sfw, fluff, Ghost x reader, Price x reader, Soap x reader, Gaz x reader, Alejandro Vargas x reader, König x reader, Rodolfo x reader

Warnings: Never proofread :D (German native speaker so don't come for me for König's part,,, Austrian German is an entirely different language and it's mystery to us Germans how it works ok)

Masterlist

Ghost isn't the most fluffy person when it comes to nicknames; he mostly used them during sex and can be quite creative then. Outside of the bedroom he mostly sticks to doll, dollface and princess. Never in public let alone during work though.

Price prefers the more simple route. He calls you by nickname in private only, chuckles when you tell him he sounds cheesy, doesn't deny himself the satisfied grin when you call him by nicknames too. His favourites are love, darling and dearest. The classics.

Gaz likes to be cheeky. Playful teasing is one of his ways to show love, so he'll actively search for embarassing, old fashioned, over the top names. Don't worry though, he'll stick to more passable ones when others are around. Sweetcheeks and sugar tits in private, sunshine in public.

Soap is a man of passion, a man far from afraid to show everyone he's yours and you're his. His nicknames are filled with love but can change in meaning just by the tone he calls you in. A big fan of nicknames in the bedroom too, such as: Babe, baby and devil. Soap never tires of declaring you his.

König. Oh, sweet, genuine König. Not the most creative one, but a big fan of nicknames nonetheless. There's just something about them to him, like little declarations of love. Lots of German nicknames, ever changing; schatz (treasure), häschen (little bunny) and engel (angel) are his go to. In English he'll stick to cupcake, no matter your protests.

Alejandro promised to love you with all he is, and he's never broken a promise. His nicknames are testaments to how alive you make him feel, of the want to live your sole presence ignites in him. Spanish rolls off his tongue easily: Mi amor, mi vida, light of my life. Not a speck of shame to be found when he calls you by those in front of others.

Rodolfo tends to use nicknames absentmindedly, and has called you by some during work, when his comrades happened to be around. They laugh it off, happy he's found someone, but he prefers to keep such things private. Has definitely called Alejandro by a nickname on accident once. Imagine the colonel's smirk at being called carinõ / carinã, mi corazón and sweetheart.

[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.”

[nanamissuit]

Hi!!!

I was hoping that you could do some headcanons about simon, price, alejandro and rudy having a s/o who is a single mother and has a 15 year old daughter? This concept always has me kicking my feet ngl Love your stuff!!! 💋💋💋

Fatherhood - John Price, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo ‘Rudy’ Parra

Pairing: John Price, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo 'Rudy' Parra x Single mother!Fem Reader

Warnings: Cheating,Fluff,Sugejestive joke?,Single mom

John Price:

Now Price, he knew your no ex-husband when you guys had first met. So when you guys divorced it didn’t come as a shocker because he knew about the cheating he did and the arguments.

So that being said he’s always had a thing for you, so hearing about the divorce his exact response was “About damn time, call me when you wanna go out to dinner lovie.” “Price what-” And then he just hung up.

You ended up actually going out with him and you were surprised with how well it went. He pulled out your chair,complimented you,didn’t let you worry about the amount of money things were because he would take care of it.

The date went so well so he drove you home and spent the night, he knew about your daughter. Hell he watched her grow up, he was more of a dad then her actual father was.

So when she woke up and saw Price already in the kitchen cooking breakfast she looked at him confused.

“It’s 9 A.M. what are you doing here-? OHMYGODNOWAY-” She covered her mouth in utter shock and then he just smiled. “I didn’t do anything with your mom, I took her out to dinner and spent the night relax.” “No no I don’t care, it's just about damn time.” 

He grinned and offered her some eggs and pancakes and she immediately agreed and sat down at the little island chair. She went on her phone and was just texting away as you woke up to go to the kitchen and saw the scene your heart-melted and that's exactly when you realized he was the one for you.

Now when it comes to your daughter he adores her. He cared for her like she was his own, gave his advice on girl drama even if it was somewhat dumb to him and he didn’t understand it all he was just happy to be included.

“Yeah so then I told Heather I didn’t know what she was talking about.” “Right right and then what?” “The bitch hit me so I hit back!” “Did you get a good hit?” “Yeah bloody nose and a bruise on her head.” “Nice, good job kid.”

Your daughter has accidentally called him dad once or twice and yes he does get emotional.

“Dad can you grab me the cereal while you're in the pantry-” “DAD??? DID YOU JUST CALL ME DAD???” “NO!! IT WAS AN ACCIDENT.” 

Told you about it later and he would not shut up about it. “She called me DAD, it was so cute!!” “I know she called you dad babe you told me 400 times.”

When your ex-husband comes to get your daughter for weekends she always complains about having to go. He always asks about Price and if you and him were actually happy and it was weird to her.

Price hates your ex-husband and he sure as hell isn’t afraid of him, I mean he’s apart of the military he legit kills people, your ex-husband knows better then to fuck with him so thats why Price isn’t worried.

Price does tell your daughter if she goes with her dad for the weekend they can go shopping when she’s back, his treat of course. And that’s what motivates her to go.

When Price is deployed he always collects stuff to bring back home for your daughter, things he knows for sure she’d like.

Now you’ve met his squad so when he came home with Gaz,Ghost, and Soap you didn’t know what to tell your daughter but you knew Price would handle it. When she came out of her room and saw Price she ran to give him a hug and he always hugged her back and picked her up a bit. But then she saw the other boys and she just smiled and waved. Price introduced all of them, she was fond of Ghost because of his mask. 

“So you cover your face…Just because?” “Right.” “That’s sick. I like that. How many people have you killed-” “JESUS CHRIST-” You covered your mouth and apologized for her. But everyone got along and you were so glad.

Alejandro Vargas:

You and your ex-husband had been divorced for around 2 years before you met Alejandro. You met him at a bar while you were out and you both just kind of hit it off. He gave you his number and you went on with your night.

When you came home and saw your daughter fast asleep in her room you smiled to yourself and then went to your room to get changed into comfortable clothes. While you got unready you suddenly remembered the guy at the bar.

You picked up your phone to text him, “Hi! It’s the girl from the bar I figured I’d text you because you seemed really sweet.” He read it almost instantly and responded. “Oh, you were very pretty and sweet. I’d love to take you out on a formal date and get to actually know each other.” Your heart melted a bit and you agreed to meet for a dinner date on friday. 

You told your daughter and she was excited you were getting yourself back out there with dating and she even helped you pick out a nice dress to wear. 

“Honey, you’ll be okay for an hour or two right?” “Mom stop worrying I’ll be fineee. Is it okay if May comes and spends the night though?” You rolled your eyes and agreed, “Do not make a mess of my house while I’m gone though.” 

When you went outside he held his car door open for you and waited till you fully settled to close it as he got into the driver’s seat. “I see you have a daughter.” “Oh! Yes I was gonna tell you more at dinner but yeah she's a sweetheart she’s 15.”

He smiled and placed a hand on top of yours. “I’m sure she is, I can’t wait to hear about her some more.” You smiled to yourself as he said that.

When you got to the restaurant he opened the doors for you, and pulled your seat out for you of course. Then he talked about his Job expecting you to run away like the rest but you didn’t. You were interested in his work and his life and what he’s seen and done.

The date went extremely well and eventually you let him meet your daughter at your house. She liked him and he seemed like a cool dude.

“So you’re in the military? What made you join?” “Well I enlisted when I was 18 and then I joined the Mexican Special Forces, which is where I’m at now I’m a colonel.” “Mom you SCORED!!”

You rolled your eyes and giggled and Alejandro chuckled to himself as you poured yourself some wine and handed him a glass.

Now further into your relationship your daughter has told him about your ex-husband and how he’s a piece of shit and rarely comes to even see her. And he felt his blood boil.

“He sounds like a jackass.” “he is, you’re the closest thing I’ve had to a father in awhile.” “Oh, wow uhm sorry..” He started getting teary eyed and gave her a hug. And she giggled and cried with him a little.

And when her father does show up on the occasion, Alejandro makes sure your daughter is comfortable the whole time.

“Listen niña I’m one call away, if you need me to pick you up from your dads call me-” “Yes yes I know, don’t worry.” He pats her back and watches her leave the house as you smile and hug him.

“You’re a great step-dad you know?” He wrapped an arm around you and kissed your forehead as he swiftly picked you up. “Oh I know, But a weekend alone we have a lot to do Querida.” You giggled as he shut your bedroom door. 

When your daughter came back home he took her out to lunch so she could talk about her dads. She never wanted to go back because all he asked about was you and he chuckled.

He brings her back little magnets from all over the countries he goes to on deployments and she loves every single one of them. He always smiles when she puts them up.

Is also into all her girl drama and defends her with his whole life even if she's wrong, He truly adores you and your daughter and wouldn’t have it any other way. 

He cried when she accidentally called him dad and had no shame in it. “YOU THINK OF ME AS A DAD?” “You know what, sure.”

Rodolfo ‘Rudy’ Parra:

Now he met you the same night your husband cheated on you, you were taking a walk it was around 2:30 A.M. and you just needed fresh air. That’s when he noticed you.

“Looks like you could use some company, you mind?” “Not at all.” He stood by you while you looked at the water over a dock you had walked to. 

“You mind me asking what a pretty lady like you is doing out this late by a dock?” You giggled and wiped some stray tears away. “Cheating husband, just needed some fresh air. You?” He frowned at your answer. “Any man who does something so awful to you is a fool. I’m Rodlfo, but you can call me Rudy.” You held out your hand and introduced yourself. “Beautiful name, here take my number. You ever need a place to stay, you're always welcome.” You smiled and took the number as he began to walk away. 

You eventually ended up actually calling him as you packed you and your daughters stuff up. “Hey I know this is short notice but do you mind making space for me and my daughter tonight?” “Daughter? Of course. I got a spare bedroom for her.” You smiled as you wrapped up the call and took your daughter to the address he gave you. 

He opened the door for you and pointed you to where you should put your bags and your daughter went to the guest bedroom he pointed out.

“I can’t lie, I thought you’d try and kidnap me but I had no one else to go to.” “I actually do the exact opposite. Military sergeant.” You sat down on a couch with him and let him talk about some places he’s been and gangs he’s taken down. You were genuinely interested and you both ended up falling asleep in each other's arms on the couch.

Now this ended up working out and you stayed there through the divorce and made the “guest room” Your daughters room. And his bed became your bed as well.

Through every step of the divorce he was there for you and even went to all the court dates. He realized what a piece of shit your husband was very early on and has forever hated him. 

Whenever your now ex-husband came to pick up your daughter for weekends he’d sneak a pepper spray or two into her bag. 

“Rudy, why's there pepper spray in my bag?” “Por si acaso chico, te amo, mantente a salvo.” ((Just incase kid, love you stay safe.)) He gave her a small hug and she walked out. “You taught her spanish?” “Sí, you’re next.”

You giggled, “Sé un poco de español.” ((I know a little spanish.)) He smirked at you as you spoke and picked you up off your feet and sat you on a kitchen counter.

You giggled as he pulled out some old cookbook and started cooking and teaching you Spanish at the same time. You truly loved him.

When your daughter comes home, he checks her bag to see the pepper spray still full so he relaxes and then takes her out to ice cream and the mall.

When he’s deployed he buys her new purses from all over, and he buys her whatever she asks for. 

When he comes home from deployments he always makes the family some dish he learned while across the country, like its his medal for living.

When your daughter does call him dad on accident he never points it out due to her being embarrassed but he enjoys it so much he could cry right then and there like a baby.

“Dad!! Can you help me with this thingy I got?” “Uh-Yeah be right there kiddo!!” And he’s all smiley and looks at you like he's won at life, and in his eyes he really has won the jackpot in life, a beautiful soon to be wife and an amazing daughter.

I really loved this!!, Sorry for lack of fics I just got home from out of state<3.

[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]

RUDY MY BELOVED

head canons and random thoughts idk

idc if this is him or not if this canon or not i said what i want none will stop me i am free (probably mentally ill too)

y'all have no clue how bad i love rudy i can litterly write a whole book about this man he is husband material litterly, he's cute, kind, gentle, soft dom vibes, stern in a good way, sarcastic, silly, sassy, cute side eye, cute smile, cute face, cute laugh, cute pout, overall cute, he is intelligent, funny, handsome, probably the best cook, also caring, and cute..

I GENUINELY BELIEVE RUDY IS:

bilingual king (if not more) , he dances in his kitchen at 2 am and bakes the best pasteries. he smells of cinnamon and leather, no matter how much episodes of dora the explorer you watch you'll never reach the level of this man in Spanish, rides bikes and knows every path and shortcut (i see him keeping a hand on yours when you ask to be a backpack and wrap your arms around his waist, probably pats your leg when he stops in red lights), opens the doors and jars for you, gets the book from the top shelves, forehead kisses, hugs hugs hugs, keeps a piece of candy in his pocket for you and hands it to you randomly, writes random cute notes and hides them around your home, wears a matching bracelet, this man plays guitar better than Ed Sheeran, reminds you of your medicine\staying hydrated\eat.., takes a photo of you and him yearly and frames it, ties shoe laces of toddlers, loves children and absolutely enjoys taking care of them, teases you about your accent/language/habits.. but never crosses any boundary, helps find the other pair of socks, huge arguments with this man on who'll pay the bill (he insists on paying like those arab moms and toss the bills\card to the confused waiter), shuts you with a kiss, gives best massage and if you're willing to give him one he'll melt, cool uncle, introvert but extrovert at the same time, hates violence descipline and prefers talking/ taking privelidges (like watching tv or going out at night), will absolutely be the coolest dad ever, chocolate puppy eyes; he knows what he's doing, you can't stay mad at him he'll poke your head and apologize and annoy you till you crack/ hands you a plate of sliced apples, takes you to your favorite park, tried new hobbies with you; became a pro in pottery but failed at roller skating.

As a conclusion, i need this man in my life so bad i am gonna cry in the corner and factory reset my brain 😞💔

[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! 

[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.

[the-entitie]

COD Men x K-9 Unit reader (WIP)

《《 Part 1 | Part 2

Reader works with a K-9 unit, and his partner is called Mutt, who is a mix breed of Alaskan Akita and Doberman(Mutt is also a service dog as reader has paranoia and C-PTSD). Readers call sign is Riot. The 141 boys needed help tracing a terrorist and John called in some favors to bring Riot and Mutt into the field. He helped the Los Vaqueros as well.

After the mission back at base, reader interacts with the men, and they end up interacting with reader.

Reader is referred to as you or Riot.

Mentions of panic attacks, anxiety attacks, C-PTSD, war, and / or war related violence. Unhealthy coping mechanisms, past trauma. Death of a family member. Torture, scars, and flashbacks.

Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra (657 words)

-Growing up alone, with only his mother. He adored the way you worked with Mutt. Sure, seeing the hulking mass of pure muscle and fur that was your partner is its own kind of scar, but he still adores how smooth you two are when out on a mission. -That fear is cemented when you suddenly whistle sharp and turn almost slaminginto him. Only for a hostile to drop under your hound who tackled them. Holding the enemy soldier down with snarls and jaw snapping in an obvious threat. He leans the cues you give that insight a violent recation, just a show or an actaul attack. All so he can predict the behavior. Not liking the scar. -The way you and Mutt act outside of the field had confused him. Why the hound was still so focused on you, why were you so reliant on Mutt. It's only the years he spent in hostile land that gives him a clue. You survived something. Mutt helps deal with the leftover pain it caused. -Rudy only sees that pain later, finding you down on the floor with Mutt desprerate to get you calm. He's seen how Alejandro deals with this kind of thing, but he didn't want to leave you here. Just to wallow in the panic. Making sure you heard him approach, to mutter. "What's, Oh, mierda. Hey. Hey, Riot?" He'll kneel down beside you when he knows you've noticed him. Making sure to keep his voice calm and quiet. "What, come on, que puedo. How can I help you?" "Talk. Please, just. I can't be in my own head right now. Talk to me. háblame. [Talk to me]" "Ok, ok. Did I. Or have you ever heard how Ale and me met?" "No- no. I don't thin-nk?" "Silencio ahora [quiet now], I'll talk. We met..." -You start seeking him out and learns Mutts call for him. He sees how much that takes out of you and when your drousy and half passed out? That's when you start talking to Mutt. Growling, yips, whines, and just going back and forth with each other. -Its the times he growls back at you, that you snap awake. He'll laugh it off, but after he sees how much fun it is for both of you? He'll growl at you just to tease you or walk up behind you just to growl a breath away from you. He loves it, sees you jump only to recognize it as him, them chase him down across the base. Even in the field, you also play along. On the days when it's quiet and you two need to hunker down for a sand storm. It becomes a norm of you scaring him so bad, he'll jump a foot in the air. -Rudy will start ruff housing with you as well. Even helping Mutt shove you around when you both get the free time to be home. It started small, little shoves and shoulder checks escalating to wrestling. He still growls at you. Hell, he even laughs at you and Mutt, yapping at each other when the two of you ruff house. As much as he doesn't want to admit it, he enjoys the quiet, too. Not nearly as much as the adrenaline of chasing you or you chasing him down, but it's still comfort. -The darker nights for you, the flashbacks, the way Mutt will help with it, he learns it. He slowly starts to ask, saying. "You can tell me fuck off Roit, but. Quiero saber como ayudar [I want to help you]. I need the story to do that." "Ok, well. It ain't una bonita historia [a pretty story], but you asked so nicely so. Yeah. I'll tell you," -After that, he becomes as much of a guard dog as Mutt is for you. Rudy will become the caregiver his mother raised him to be. What he became for her.

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick: (742 words)

-His first impressions of you and Mutt were nothing to write home about. You were sent in to help get him out of the hostile area after he was surrounded on a search and rescue effort. He was warned beforehand sure, but nothing will ever prepare him for when you came bursting in with a bloodied hound and a flustered Soap on your tail. Following you out as Mutt killed as many men as Soap shot. To Say it took him a minute to comprehend the level of 'fuck all of that' would be an under statement. He came around to Mutt, but it took a while. -You took him with you to the training grounds. After how shocked he was to see you and your K-9 partner, you asked if he wanted to learn how you both worked. If that could make him feel safer around Mutt. And yes. Maybe just maybe you showed off more than you explained, but you did explain how most of your commands were mixed words from several languages. "Wait, so they'll just drop?" "It's called recall training, so sort of." "Recall? Like controlling how far they go?" "Yip, watch." The whole having perfect control over Mutt took Gaz a bit to accept but watching the hound bolt down a fucking run way before you whistle sharp and Mutt suddenly skids to a stop, and then continue at that break neck pace only to come right back to you at a single call. -Gaz, seeing both of you still moving so fluidly outside of the field just felt like a side effect of working together so long. He doesn't think about the layers of scar tissue over your throat. He doesn't care that you disappear every now and gain. Why would he? Is what he wanted to think until the late nights spent on quiet runs through old hostile infested land. When you start talking him through the pain, ebbing from the through and through bullet hole. Holding down on the slow pump of blood, asking him stupid dad jokes. Hoping the mere spite of saying what cap. Price would is keeping him awake. "It'll be fine... just" "How does dark Vader like his toast?" "No. Roit. Please stop." Gaz begs with a breathless chuckle. "~on the dark side~" Full on laughing now, he half snorts. "I said stop!" -He almost chalks the echoing howl that bounced back and forth as a hallucination from blood loss, but considering that the team found you both as quickly as they did? It can't be. Gaz corners you when you both have nowhere to be and are off duty. It's almost embarrassing to sit down and explain that yes, you howled to Mutt, and yes, that's how you find you K-9 amist all that open land. Now Gaz will ask what else you can copy because damn was that awesome to hear. -Becoming more and more comfortable around each other, he gets to hear you howl more often. Even being there when Mutt first tackled you only to growl. It turned into ruff housing quick, both you and your hound growling back and forth. So, who cares that he also likes wrestling with you. He doesn't, and he sure as hell doesn't tell you how stupidly cute it is that you growl at him when he even gets the upper hand. Never will he let you know how fucken adorable he finds you and Mutt. -Gaz owes his life to you. If not, when he was shot , then definitely when Mutt would have his back as you had to crack down a lock. He's not at all as scared as before, he adores how the hound you work with. He enjoys the dumb sad jokes you two shoot off back and forth, over global coms just to annoy Price. But he loves, likes the way you sound exactly like Mutt. Yes, he will go 'grr' at you sometimes, but the sounds of you and Mutt trying to locate each other over the dark field will always be his favorite. Means, you're still alive. It means he can still fight to pay you back later. Not right now, but when that day comes, he won't be the one to let you die. And don't you dare force him to be a fucking lier.

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[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

[mykneeshurt]

Hello! I wish you a happy new year!🎆

I wanted to request how would 141 + Alejandro & Rudy react on New Year’s Eve when their s/o gets a little tipsy and flirts with them but in a “cute” way yknow? Being silly and stuff xd

Happy new year! My celebrations are very subdued currently hence why I’m writing lmao. Not me smirking at how cute some of these were 🥹 I hope you like them 🥰

Price 🥃

Price would step into ‘dad’ mode, he’d be overly protective of you. ‘Think you’ve had enough love.’ But you’d always stare up at him with puppy dog eyes ‘you’re so handsome when you try to look after me.’

You’d flutter your eyelashes and pout until he bought you another drink. He’d say no at first, but how could he say no to you and those big old eyes. Sighing he’d go to the bar ‘single vodka lemonade and lime please.’

You’d stroke his beard, then his cheek before offering him a toothy smile. ‘How’d I get so lucky Mr Price?’

He’d chuckle to himself ‘now I know you’ve had enough’ rolling his eyes. He didn’t think he was handsome and struggled to take compliments from you.

You’d giggle into his chest, the giddy wave of alcohol rolling over you. Your eyes heavy he’d wrap a protective arm around you ‘bed time soon sleeping beauty’. He’d whisper kissing your head as the ambiance in bar grew more lively.

‘Not before my new years kiss’ you pouted. As the clock counted down he’d hold you close, breathing in your glorious smile. When the clock hit 12 he whisper ‘happy new year love’ before planting a loving kiss onto your longing lips.

Soap 🧼

Soap loves seeing you tipsy, you let your guard down, any anxiety seemingly washing away. If anything he’s a bad influence.

You and Johnny had only been dating a few months but he always made you feel at ease. Johnny returned from the bar with 2 pints, feeling a bit cheeky you plopped a penny into his drink. ‘God save the queen Johnny’ you smiled.

‘You wee devil’ he smirked before downing his pint. ‘Like drinking games?’ He asked.

Fluttering your lashes you traced your finger along his arm ‘I like a lot more than that Johnny.’

Cheeky minx.

You’d pull him up to dance and he’d go willingly, anything to put his hands on you. You’d dance for a while until your feet started hurting, stumbling back to your booth you’d sip at your untouched pint. ‘God save the queen’ he’d smile dropping a penny into your drink.

Laughing you hit his arm playfully before being a good sport and downing your own.

As the clock counted down to midnight he’d pull you into his arms, cup your face and with a huge toothy grin he’d kiss you deeply. ‘Happy new new year hen.’

God save the queen is a drinking game where you put a penny in someone’s pint and they have to down it before the queen drowns. Would be king now ffs.

Ghost 💀 - currently how my NY plans are lmao

Awwwwk my wee Simon. You’d be at home for New Years, away from the over priced drinks and over crowded bars. He’d be nursing shorts of his bourbon. You’d be on the Prosecco.

You’d watch a few films accompanied by a buffet of party food. After a few glasses of Prosecco you’d be feeling cheeky. Start play fighting, demand he rub your poor feet. Rolling his eyes he’d chuckle ‘get those hooves away from me.’

As you went upstairs to toilet you’d misjudge a step and fall laughing on the step. He’d find you in a mess on the stairs. But he’d be laughing inside at your clumsiness, one of the things he loves about you.

He’d help you up with you grazing his biceps ‘my knight in shining armour’ you’d tease. Rolling his eyes he’s reply ‘yes and you’re my drunken wench.’

You’d put BBC1 on to watch the firework display, to bring in the new year. He’d put your song on and slow dance your way into the new year. Closing your eyes you’d slow dance against his chest, looking up to kiss him you’d see he’d removed his mask for the first time.

‘Happy new year sweetheart.’

Gaz 🇬🇧

Gazzzzzz. He would take you to dinner before hand, wine would be flowing and you’d be very tipsy by the end. Under the table you’ve stroke your foot up his leg. Causing him to blush. ‘Oh my god stop someone will see.’ He was always so bashful.

He’d take you to one of his local spots to being in the new year. Walking to the pub you try and grab his ass, his muscular legs. ‘Oi! Cheeky!’ He’d laugh spinning you round planting a kiss on your cheek.

When you get to the pub you’d find a quiet corner to sit in. He’d buy the first round and as he sits down you’d slide your hand under his bum, trying to cop a feel again.

He’d laugh ‘you’re ridiculous!’

‘Yeah and your gorgeous’ you’d reply kissing his cheek.

As the pin counted down to midnight he’d swing your legs over his and pull you close, ‘happy new year babe.’ Placing his lips on yours.

Alejandro 🌹

Alejandro would wine and dine you in a local romantic restaurant, we’re talking good quality red wine and roses.

He’d take you to a secluded spot he knows of to watch the fire works at midnight. ‘So glad I have a big strong man to take care of me out here’ you slur to him. Your head swimming from the wine. He’d grab your chin ‘the only person you have to worry about out here is me mi amor.’

He’d laugh at your drunken ramblings about your day, how you slurred that bitches name from the office who annoyed you so much. He loved how animated your face was.

‘Your lips are so pretty’ you smirk at him.

‘And you’re pretty drunk’ he’d reply. You’d fold your arms and pout ‘I am not!’

‘Oh mi amor, you absolutely are. Lucky I love the way you slur my name.’ You’d playfully slap him away, ‘such a pest.’

As you watched the fireworks over the horizon lighting up the sky you’d lean in, cupping his jaw. ‘Feliz año nuevo.’

Rudy ❤️

Any date with Rudy is fun, he has a wicked sense of humour and loves to be a wind up merchant to you.

For New Years he takes you to his favourite bar which is hosting a ticketed event. Its 70s fancy dress, Rudy dresses in a deep red pant suit with flares, and a black wig to match.

‘Do the curtains match the carpet?’ You question teasingly, having had a few too many to drink. ‘Maybe I can show you later?’ He purrs in your ear.

You dance the night away, drinks flowing, sharing stories. He can’t take his eyes off you in your ridiculous 70s outfit.

Rudy would be using 70s slang all night. Having researched it to be authentic. After sipping on a questionable cocktail he turns to you ‘that’s a freaky deaky cocktail!’ Smirking you absolutely cannot help yourself ‘hm maybe you can show me you freaky dicky cocktail later.’

Your awful humour is always something he loved he’d just raise an eyebrow and laugh with you.

As midnight looms he’d pull you close, unable to take his eyes off your drunken state. Whispering ‘mi amor’ before kissing you deeply.

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Being with you - Full Version.

Summary:

What it means to be with you.

Pairing:

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x fem!Reader. Rodolfo Parra x fem!Reader.

Wordcount: 4779 | Rating: E (18+ only!)

Warnings: Portraying of an unhealthy relationship, a break-up, fluff, happy ending.

A/N: I usually don't do happy endings, but life has been kind, so I can be kind for a second too.

Being with Ghost meant you could spend the evening in bed, you talking away, and he would just listen, his fingertips making soft circles on your back, your waist, your stomach. He always needed to do something with his hands while he listened to you and you just loved talking to him, the little nods, the little sounds he would make while you were blabbering away about a tv show, your friends, your work, he would take it all in. Come to think of it, Ghost would be the first one to not comment about your talking and you were so grateful for it.

Being with Ghost would mean that he would come home after a mission, not speaking a word, but just taking in your presence. As if you were enough to fill the cracks of his heart with a tender love, you would just be at his side, being in a long, silent hug, or sitting close to him, your head on his shoulder. Sometimes you’d just hug him from behind while he stared in the mirror.

Being with Ghost resulted in you coming clean about your insecurities, how ex-boyfriends had cheated and how you were worried he would too. And Ghost would listen, Simon would listen, and he would assure you, telling you he would always be there, every single time you would mention you feel insecure, unwanted, unloved, he would perk right up and be there for you, making sure you’d feel as wanted as could be. Because sometimes you’d wish you could mute your mind, since all you do is think, and his touch is the way to solve it.

Being with Simon came with a lot more people. You’d met his Taskforce and they were all lovely people, you love them all dearly. Simon loved them and you could see why, they became the family he had craved for so long and you’re proud to be part of them. During their gatherings you could see him talk to one of his teammates, whether it be Soap, Gaz or Price, and he would look your way, a soft smile on his face every time your eyes met his brown ones.

Being with Simon had the benefit of waking up in the middle of the night and seeing him look at you. He had told you snippets of his past and you could understand why something horrible as that would keep him up, the fact that he’d look at you after one of those nightmares or flashbacks was such an endearing thought to you. You’d be his rock in the storm of his trauma, and it filled your heart with pride. You’d reach out your hand to his cheek, softly caressing it with your thumb while your eyes would fill with love.

Being with Simon caused a hunger in you that only he could feed, his touch, his words, his kisses, his tongue, his love, his body. He could read your body as the back of his hand and he would do anything in his power to solve your hunger.

Being with Simon has taught you how to cope with the empty bed whenever he was on a mission, being all alone while a full moon illuminated his pillow, the scent keeping you company while he was out being a silent hero, changing the world with this work in the Taskforce. You could only imagine how much he would miss you too.

Being with Simon had become your whole life, he was sent from the heavens above, the universe being on your side when fate made the two of you cross paths at the bar, he had sent you a drink and a quick wink. Something so bold for someone as Simon, but you were so happy that he had done it. It was something you’d boosts about anytime your friends would mention him. He was your pride and joy.

Being with you meant that Ghost had to listen to you yap and blabber for the whole evening. His skills from the army had allowed him to zone out, using his fingers to trace circles on your soft skin, your back, your waist and your stomach. A way to keep himself busy while your contact talking bored him out of his mind. But you had told him that people would comment on how talkative you were and how insecure it had made you. And Ghost could never crush you like that. So he would swallow it and daydream about what could’ve been if he had never met you.

Being with you would mean that every time he would come home after a mission, you would stick to him as a mouse in a glue trap. The moment he opened the front door, you would be there, not giving him a second to breathe, to come home. No matter what he would do, you would be there. He couldn’t even sit on the couch without you having to sit near him, your knees always touching his, your shoulder against his bicep. Not even staring in front of the mirror would be a hint you would get. No instead you just had to hug him from behind, suffocating him with the love you couldn’t give yourself, so you gave it to Ghost instead.

Being with you resulted in having to walking on eggshells. Even the slightest change in his demeanour would mean that he had to assure you how much you meant to him, how much he loved you, it would get easier over time to lie about it, to avoid the hour long conversations in which you would just cry about everything that had been done to you, while you took no responsibility for your own actions.

Being with you came with a lot of teasing from his Taskforce. They didn’t like you, although some of them were more nuanced about it than others. Of course they would never say it to your face. Simon had told them about your insecurities and he could never let them crush you like that. So they all pretended to like your chatty, bubbly personality. But whenever they had to invite you to their gatherings it was paired with a lot of groans and grumbles. Simon would go as far to talk about you while you were there, giving you an innocent smile whenever you looked his way, while he was telling Soap, Gaz, or Price about how incredibly annoying you were.

Being with you had the downside that he would lie awake at night, finally some peace and quiet from you, but eventually guilt would be eating him as he looked at you. He knew you didn’t deserve someone like him. You did deserve someone who liked your and your personality. But Simon couldn’t stand the thought of being alone, he needed someone around him, and for now that was you. It annoyed him how you always had to touch his face when you would catch him staring in the middle of the night, as if your touch would solve any of the problems in the world.

Being with you caused a hunger in him too. But it wasn’t a hunger that just you could fulfil, he knew that when he would find someone that could replace you, he would drop you as a child would drop their toy as they were gifted a new one. But until then he was more than happy to use you to satisfy his hunger.

Being with you had taught him how peaceful his work could be, how much he had liked the time when he wasn’t tied to you. Being away from you meant he could daydream about how  peaceful his life would be without you. How it would be to come home to a quiet house, a empty bed, just for him. And honest to God, it felt like a breath of fresh air.

Being with you was temporary, a honest mistake, and Simon would often wonder how life could have turned out if he had never send that drink. He had been drinking a little too much when he ordered that drink, causing the bartender to send the drink to the wrong person. It was never meant for you, but for your friend, he had slept with her before and he wanted some quick action. How could he have known that drink would come your way? He had seen your face light up and had decided to take you to his apartment. How could Simon know you wouldn’t exactly leave and pour your heart out the morning after?

He couldn’t just sent you away after that, no, Simon could never crush you like that. So he kept it a secret, the morning turning into a day, turning into weeks, months and eventually years, causing him to escape into daydreaming about a life without you.

Simon knew he would never really love you.

Being with Simon meant you had to go to quite some gatherings with him, but you didn’t mind at all, you enjoyed socializing with people, especially new people. It meant you could tell people all about him, about how handsome he was, how the two of you met, how he was different from all the men you had met before. Not a bad word you leave you lips when you would talk about Simon. After all, how could you badmouth the man that had been nothing but good for you?

Being with Simon caused you to come into contact with the Los Vaqueros, one of the forces he had to partner up with in order to keep the world a better place. Alejandro was a nice man to talk to, a bit of a dominant type, talking over you all the time, but you didn’t mind it, after all, he was praising Simon for his good work, and that brought a smile to your face. You did like his counterpart, Rudy, a lot more. The man was quiet, but his eyes were bright, attentive even and you liked how you could tell how well he listened to you, it was way more active than Simon would listen to you, Rudy’s eyes would never leave your face, not even when you somehow got to your favourite TV show. It was so different from Simon and it brought a weird knot to your stomach. You felt bad for even thinking such things, especially when Simon loved you so much. Of course Simon listened to you, he just showed it different.

Being with Simon was reason enough to break off the conversation with Rudy, leaving him with a puzzled look on his face when you came with a lame excuse to go to the open bar. The intern war of feelings still going on, and to ease yourself you decided to bring Simon a drink, to make the feelings of guilt go away.

A smile on your face as you approach him, his back turned to you while he talked to Gaz. You could feel your heart drop when you heard snippets of his conversation.

“….talks too much…”

“…even after….missions…”

Your mouth runs dry, your hands tremble but you take another step towards him, needing to hear what Simon is saying. It couldn’t be about you? Right? He would never say such things.

“I’m telling you Gaz, she just never, ever shuts up. After our last mission I came home and the moment I stepped foot in that house, she was next to me. Like a goddamn leech sucking away the life out of me.”

Being with Simon was the reason why your heart just got shattered into your chest, the fragments piercing through your lungs as you struggle to breathe properly, hot tears forming in your eyes as his words engrave in your brain. He was supposed to be your safe haven, he was supposed to be different. You want to do all sort of things, scream at him, throw the beer in your hands to the back of his head, cuss him out, call him his father. But you can’t. Instead you turn around, silent steps away from him.

Being with Simon became a lesson on how you couldn’t even trust the person you loved so dearly, it taught you that you do indeed talk to much, making you a flawed human that should learn to shut up. You can’t even remember how you came home, the drive was a blur. Getting into the apartment was a blur, but there you were, sitting on the couch, all alone.

Leaving Simon was the hardest thing you’d ever done. Part of you wanted to change for him, chat less, talk less, shut up more. But you knew you’d advice friends to leave a man who would dare to talk shit about them like this. And you knew you would never trust another word that would leave his lips again. Those same lips that had kissed you so much, and again you could feel that war in your chest going on, your heart chattering, your lungs struggling to breath, your stomach flipping. But you couldn’t let a man break you like this. Because excusing the way he had mistreated you would be a mistake.

You made yourself the promise that no one would ever knock the wind out of you again, not like that, not like him. When you pack your stuff you wonder how you should let him know you’re leaving. Would you wait for him? Call him? Text him? Give him the chance to explain himself? Maybe it would just be one big mistake. But your heart knew better, your mind knew better, you knew better. The sadness in your chest makes way for anger. Calm anger, no more tears running down your cheeks anger, but a I’ll fold my clothes neatly in the suitcase while I leave you anger. You won’t call him, text him, wait for him, no you’re disappearing out of his life. Erasing yourself out of his narrative, and part of you wants to be there when he comes home and find everything stripped from your existence, you’re taking as much as you can load into your car. The spoons you bought? They’re coming with you, the toilet paper you bought two days ago? It’s yours and loaded into your boot. That PlayStation you got him for Christmas? Into the passenger seat it goes. Even the duvet covers are coming with you. You’re content when your car is full with all of the stuff you had bought in the years the two of you had been together and you start the drive to one of your friends. Leaving Simon would be the hardest and easiest thing you had done.

Being with you meant that Simon had to drag you along to the gatherings from work, each one more annoying than the others. You would always be so happy to talk to people, and for him it was a nice break, every word you said to others, was a word you didn’t have to say to him. He would know what you’d tell people, always boosting about how much he loved you, it made him sick to his stomach, the happiness on your face while all he could feel was disgust.

Being with you caused Simon to dread it whenever you had to meet new people he worked with. He could see you talk to Alejandro, seeing you narrow your eyes whenever Alejandro would interrupt you and talk over you, a smirk on Simons face. Because now you knew how annoying it is whenever someone talks so much. Simon could see you talking to Rudy, the poor sucker was being caught in your whirlwind of words and Simon was just really happy he wasn’t in Rudy’s position right now.

Simon turned around when he saw Gaz approaching. “She just never shuts up huh?” Gaz was the first to make a snarky remark.

“Never, she just talks too much.” Simon said with a sigh. “I’m never at peace, not even after I come home after a my missions.”

Simon shook his head. “I’m telling you Gaz, she just never, ever shuts up. After our last mission I came home and the moment I stepped foot in that house, she was next to me. Like a goddamn leech sucking away the life out of me.”

A soft chuckle leaves Gaz. “Man I don’t even know how you hold up.”

Being with you was the reason why Simon could drink this night, after all, you would be his ride home, so he had nothing to worry about. He hadn’t even noticed you had left, no instead Simon was too busy having fun with the people that he actually cared about. While you were struggling at the apartment, he was dancing and drinking. While you had made up your mind and had found the strength to leave, Simon was too busy cracking stupid jokes with Price. While you were content and driving towards one of your friends, Simon was finally ready to leave, and it wasn’t until that moment that he noticed you had left. All he could feel was annoyance, because this meant he had to take an expensive cab home.

Being with you was the reason why he dreaded going home, stepping foot into that house again. But this time it felt different. The apartment felt colder than usual, not as warm, not as cozy. And you weren’t there to greet him at the door. Maybe you were asleep? He stumbled to the bedroom, but it was empty, too empty. Simon noticed the duvet covers missing, he opened up the closet and noticed your clothes missing, his heart starting to race when he realized something was wrong. Did someone break in? No, it would be weird for a burglar to just take the duvet covers and your clothing. Did you leave? No, you wouldn’t have the balls to do so. Maybe you just went to a friend?

He stumbled to the kitchen, opening up the fridge. His eyes widening when half of the groceries were missing. The orange juice you had bought was gone, the meat, the cheese, even the beers you had bought just for him were gone. The realisation that you might’ve left finally dawned up on him, and it brought him a lot of peace. He could just spent time without have you yap an blabber all the time, he didn’t have to listen to your constant talking about those dumb shows you watched. It nearly felt as if the Gods had blessed him. Being left by you turned out to be harder than Simon had thought. He had enjoyed the silence for a while, but when he woke up in that large, empty bed, he couldn’t help but miss you next to him. He thought he would enjoy eating his breakfast in silence, but the silence that lingered in the apartment was an eerie one, and loneliness crept up to him. He tried to reach out to you, but you had blocked him on every single platform he could reach you on and for the first time since he had met you, he found himself longing for your words, the way you spoke, the way you were so passionate about all the topics you talked about.

Being left by you made him realise how much he loved you.

Leaving Simon broke you down, but you managed to pick yourself up again. It took you a while, but you slowly found yourself trusting other again, and although you were still weary of talking too much, you still had that some passion in your voice whenever you talked about something, even your silly TV shows. You went to the store, getting yourself a tub of ice cream before your favourite show would start. Your cart bumping into someone since your mind was busy with the cliffhanger of last episode. “I’m so sorry.” You mutter quickly as you look up.

Rudy.

His eyes light up a little too quickly as a smile forms on his lips. “You never told me if Big Ed and Rose ended up staying together.”

Being without anyone meant you could talk about anything you liked, as long as you liked. And right now you wanted to talk to Rudy, A smile on your face. “They didn’t! Oh my God, she wanted another child, and he didn’t and she ended up dating a woman instead. I loved her, honestly, good for her.” But the insecurities came back way too quick and you could hear Simon’s voice in the back of your head once more. ‘Talks too much’ “Sorry.” You say with a sheepish smile. “I’m blabbering again.”

Meeting you in the supermarket aisle meant that Rudy finally had the chance to talk to you again, he had seen the look on your face when you heard Ghost speak about you, and he had wanted to reach out to you ever since, but you left so suddenly and he had no way to contact you again. So when he finally saw you again with a basket full of snacks, making your way to the ice cream section, a soft smile curled around his lips as he heard you mutter on about your tv show. He would never, ever admit it, but he spend his fair share of time researching 90 days to wed. To be honest he even decided to watch the show for himself, the drama was just a little too good to pass on. “You’re not talking too much.” Rudy’s voice sounds. “Please, I’m dying to hear more. Have you seen the new season yet?”

Being without anyone gave you the freedom to not feel guilty about the feeling talking to Rudy gave you. You’d recognized these feeling from the last time you spoke to him, but you had suppressed them, founding them to be a form of dishonesty towards Simon. But now, now those feelings were free to roam in your veins, whether or not you made to choice to act to them, you were free to feel again, and no one could deny you a thing. “I have! I was actually on my way to pick up some ice cream before I went to watch it.” A sheepish smile formed on your lips. “Got to have some snacks while I watch it.”

Rudy could see the spark in your eyes and it warmed his heart. It was the first time that he had seen this spark in your eyes, and while he didn’t think it was possible, it made you even prettier than before. He nodded while you explained your snacks and he held up his own basket, filled with snacks too. His basket full with savoury things, yours with sweets.

“Ooooh, those chips are nice.” You said when you looked into his basket.

“And I could do with some gummy bears.” Rudy answered.

A sudden rush through your body. What did you have to lose? Worst case he would reject you, and you’d cry while watching your show.

“Want to watch it at mine?”

Belonging to yourself meant that there was enough room in your heart to let Rudy in. You were hesitant at first. Worried that he would just be as Simon.

But he was different.

You could let the worry go quite easily, the way he spoke to you, the way he looked at you. Not once did he pretend that he was interested, not once did you feel like you have to shut up. Even when you would shut up midsentence when the insecurity hit you, he would look at you, urging you to continue. He would happily pause whatever the two of you were watching to let you talk, to let you explain the storyline, to let you explain what you think would happen.

For Rudy, your voice was the best thing he could hear after a long mission, or a long day. Listening to you meant that he could forget the horrors he had seen, listening to you meant that all the worries inside of his mind would be pushed away, all he had to focus on was you, and by God did he love to listen to you. The passion in your words, no matter the subject, the twinkle in your eye whenever you could see that he knew what you were talking about. It made his whole day, and it was the thing he missed the most whenever he was separated from you.

But being with Rudy meant that you had to those gatherings again, seeing the men who openly mocked you for talking too much, and it caused a knot in your stomach. You had to face the men who talked behind your back, you had to face Simon. But Rudy was so proud to show you off. So you pushed away the anxious feeling inside of you.

“Are you sure?” Rudy double checked.

“Yes.”

“You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.” His large hands cup your face before he gives you a quick kiss, but his eyes never leave your face.

“No, no. It’s okay.” You protest. “I am a bit nervous, but I really want to do it.”

“The moment you’re uncomfortable, you tell me and we leave.” It’s a stern command, different from how soft Rudy usually is.

“Do you want me to salute to you too?” A grin on your face as you answer him.

“Mi amor.” He presses his forehead against yours. “You can salute to me when you’re wearing nothing but my shirt, but for now, I want you to be comfortable, okay? I’d rather explain to Ale afterwards what happened, than to see you uncomfortable.”

Going with Rudy was nerve wrecking. You had to meet new people, people who didn’t know about your history Simon, but there were also people who did know about your history with Simon. Confused looks, soft whispers while you’re holding Rudy’s hand. But you straighten your back, even feeling a little confident while he is next to you. You find it hard to let go off Rudy, worried what people think about you, about the situation, but slowly you find the courage to chat to people yourself, the weight of your worries falling off your shoulders. Seeing you with Rudy hurt him more than he could think of. Simon had spent days longing for you in his bed. You looked stunning and Simon hated to see how gorgeous looked next to Rudy, how beautiful you were. And most of all, he hated to see your lips moving, but not hearing your words. Simon had caught himself missing you, missing your talking, your words, your passion. He missed you with every fibre of his being. He hated to see how well Rudy took care of you. He hated to see how Rudy listened to you, how you had Rudy’s undivided attention, something you never got from him. It ached him, knowing that he was too late, it ached him to know that he never appreciated your beauty until it was ripped away.

You were chatting with Alejandro, who was still a little too dominant for your liking, but it was better than talking to Gaz, Price, Soap or God forbid Simon. Your eyes drift across the room and you and Simon make eye contact.

And you don’t feel a thing.

No regret, no longing, no sadness, no anger, nothing. From friends, to lovers, to strangers and you were more than okay with it.

You can see in Simon’s eyes that he does feel those things, but he stopped being your priority when it became clear that you never were his.

Gaz joins the conversation between you and Alejandro.

“Careful, Colonel.” Gaz looks at you while he speaks. “She might talk your ears off. She’s known to never, ever shut up. I have no clue how Rudy does it.”

“Sergeant.” Alejandro’s tone is sharp, but he knows it’s not his place to correct Gaz.

“I would suggest you stop talking and leave this conversation.” Rudy’s voice sounds behind you. The man has a hand on your shoulder, his eyes glued to Gaz, waiting for a word out of him, waiting for the opportunity to rip him a new one. He’s a feral guard dog and you’re holding the leash.

Gaz does get the hint, backing off with a sour look on his face. Rudy turns to you. “Go on, you were midsentence, and I want to know why red is your favourite colour.”

[lunarw0rks]

i need more rudy content 😫🙏🏼

just thinking about rudy being like... the perfect man. in general, and as a partner.

here are some (sfw + gender neutral) headcanons:

the epitome of gentle masculinity.

of course, i'm not downplaying his status/ how intimidating he is in combat. but all blood and bullets aside, he's relatively soft-spoken and reserved. i don't picture him EVER raising his voice at you, even if he's upset.

RUDY is eerily skilled at reading people, probably some form of empath. it's great for soothing you, especially when you're upset or in need of comfort. sometimes he knows what you need before you do.

he's so romantic, it's almost nauseating. but he's not a hopeless one. to him, it's second nature to keep the relationship full of love, support, etc. none of it is null and void. to him, all the sappy gestures really, and truly, matter.

scheduled movie nights. routine, home-cooked dinners. getaways to the spacey guestroom at Alejandro's ranch. cheesy polaroids in his wallet. his wedding band put on a chain and worn as a necklace, to keep it from being lost at work.

[blingblong55]

Lust you-Rodolfo Parra NSFW

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

Based on a request:

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

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

A/N: Straight to it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tags: @liyanahelena @ana-paulinathe-arts