I Love How We All Collectively Agree That Rudy Can Cook & Is Damn Good At It 😭💙

Almoço de hoje dia 18 de novembro de 2022

Since I was younger I think I’ve always wanted to die

guys i really hope i can still get a job after this crazy digi footprint...

𝑪𝒐𝑫 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒔:

𝚃𝙵𝟷𝟺𝟷, 𝙻𝚘𝚜 𝚅𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚜, 𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜,

𝚅𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚒a.

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(Female Reader)

𝑪𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏 𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒆: 𝑰𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒚.

Light spanking while you're on top of him in cowgirl position, his hands would be all over your ass, guiding your hips, slapping your soft skin, promising red marks.

He'd do it in a disciplinary way as well but not forceful. Teasingly, whip your rear with the towel after a steamy shower or a wooden spatula that you have in the kitchen if you rile him up too much with "old man jokes."

He'd never admit, but the sight of his handprints and grips on your thighs and ass would make him daydream for the rest of the day, annoyed that you distract him so easily from his work (that would possibly lead to him doing it more, a never ending-cycle that you both enjoy.)

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𝑺𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒏 '𝑮𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕' 𝑹𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒚: 𝑨𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒎.

This man loves nothing more than the way you sound, the way you moan, your breathless whispers, sighing against his lips, the way his skin slaps onto yours, the sound of the wetness when he slips in and out of you.

Though he's not a vocal man in the slightest, he wants you to be. He wants to hear his name out of your lips, wants you to be loud, listen to you lose control, make your pleasure known as he reminds you who you belong to.

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𝑲𝒚𝒍𝒆 '𝑮𝒂𝒛' 𝑮𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒌: 𝑫𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝑻𝒂𝒍𝒌.

You know what they say about the quiet ones. If anyone could hear the words coming out of his mouth while he's fucking you in front of a mirror, they'd never believe that it's him.

“So fucking desperate for my cock.” “Spread your legs and let me look at you.”

“You wanna get fucked, baby? Use your words.”

His voice alone could send you over the edge, this side of Kyle coming out only when he has you naked at his mercy, round after round.

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𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏𝒏𝒚 '𝑺𝒐𝒂𝒑' 𝑴𝒂𝒄𝑻𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒉: 𝑷𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆.

Both giving and recieving. Tell him how good he makes you feel, how perfect his mouth feels against your soaked cunt, how beautiful he looks between your thighs, caressing his hair as he sucks on your clit, desperate to please all your needs.

He'll return the favour, call you his pretty girl, let you know how good you take him, how fucking amazing you feel when he's buried deep inside you, asking you to look into his eyes when he's pounding into you, call you his good girl when you respond immediately.

"I'm proud of you, bonnie."

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𝑨𝒍𝒆𝒋𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒐 𝑽𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒔: 𝑺𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒚.

There's nothing he anticipates more than returning home to his girl, only to find you dressed in beautiful silk or satin, preferably lingerie that he bought you, your skin soft with lotion, sheets fresh against his nakedness when he lays down so you can give him a massage, feeling your skin against his, your fingertips tracing every inch of him.

You know how hard he works, how exhausted he returns back to you every time. When you suggest to use his favourite tie to blindfold him, allow him to relax completely into the darkness while you take him into your mouth, one hand caressing his hip and the other covering what you can't fit, he could die a happy man.

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𝑹𝒐𝒅𝒐𝒍𝒇𝒐 '𝑹𝒖𝒅𝒚' 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂: 𝑩𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈.

He doesn't know what excites him the most. Finishing inside of you, feeling your warm walls fill up with him, leaking out of your folds, making a mess while he slips in and out, unable to retract his gaze away from his cum leaking out of you.

“Fuck, look at this mess, mama.”

Or have you beg for him to finish inside of you, get you fucking pregnant with the way he's holding onto the headboard, the way it hits the wall with so much force matching the way he's fucking into you, unable to control himself.

“Fuck a baby into me, Rudy.” Yeah, he's a goner.

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𝑷𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒑 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔: 𝑫𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏.

Whether you work for him or not, this man will make sure you understand the weight of his title and authority. He loves it when you call him "sir," begging him to touch you, desperate for his attention.

He has the upper hand. He's in control, and he'd make sure that you know it. Reminding you that if you move from whatever position he has you in, you'd face the consequences. Whether it's him bending you over the nearest surface or denying you to orgasm until your mascara is running down your cheeks and your voice is hoarse from asking permission to cum.

“Only a slut like you could make me feel this good.”

“Touch yourself and don’t stop unless I tell you to, am I clear?”

“Only a dirty, nasty slut like you would come with a gun against her cunt.” (oh, this is a topic for another time.)

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𝑽𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒂 𝑮𝒂𝒓𝒛𝒂: 𝑽𝒐𝒚𝒆𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒎.

She's a busy woman, giving commands to over a hundred men working for her, controlling an entire corporation all by herself, it can be exhausting. Until her pretty girl walks into her office, all needy and desperate for her touch, but she can't leave her tasks unfinished, and you know it.

And so she'd have you strip naked in front of her, slowly, giving her a front seat to her favourite show while she's leaning back against the chair, legs on the desk while she's talking to someone on the phone. Her eyes wouldn't leave your body for a second, afraid she might miss the way each piece of clothing falls on the ground and your skin unravels before her.

“You know what to do, cariña. Touch yourself for me.”

A masterpiece. Your body on the luxurious velvet sofa, legs spread open and your glistening slick dripping down your thighs while you rub your clit for her entertainment. You know she'll reward you generously later.

i have no words for it i am wet and in despair

Pervy!Rudy pls? I don’t see much for him but godddddd I need it

A/N: JESUS FUCKIN' CHRIST, you can't imagine how loud I screamed and kicked my feet, when I saw this request! I like Rudy so much, he deserves more attention! For sure will write for him more! Some headcanons and a little story at the end!

Warnings: perverted mind, but Rudy is a possessive softie, nsfw (masturbation, scent kink, touching under the table, some dirty convos in Spanish?, inappropriate dry humping to warm reader)

✧°. Rudy is very aware of his perversion. He knows he shouldn’t imagine doing anything deviant with you or it shouldn’t make his manhood painfully hard. He was way beyond that age of sudden boner because of a girl. 

✧°. But since you had been transferred by your superior to be stationed with Los Vaqueros, Rodolfo couldn’t keep his eyes or thoughts off of you. Somehow every interaction with you became exciting, intoxicating even, making his heartbeat go faster. 

✧°. Especially in the evenings that were lonely, when everything slowly quietens down, soldiers going back to their dorms after a long day. Perv!Rudy would lie in his bed, staring at the ceiling or trying to focus on a book, but the uncontrollable desire forces him to recall your last interaction with him, when one of his palms sneak under the hem of sweatpants onto his throbbing dick. Rodolfo just needed to get rid of that tension and fantasies of you were the only solution! :(

✧°. He could picture your face really well, the sound of your voice and laughter. Also those whimpers or heavy breathing while on a mission that caused you to be so exhausted. 

✧°. Perv!Rudy would like to make you tired in a different way though. He would show you how beautiful you are and how good care he would take of something that was completely his. 

✧°. Your person had become a sort of one, big fantasy of his, since your presence brought him comfort on a daily basis. You were so kind and sweet to him – sitting with him and Alejandro in the canteen, politely listening to their stories or tacky jokes.

✧°. At some point Rodolfo offered to teach you Spanish. Of course you knew some, but weren’t fluent and it might come handy while being in Mexico with them. Obviously he suggested such a deal to spend more time with you. 

✧°. And not long after, you two were walking everywhere together. If not interrupted by Alejandro, of course.

✧°. “Quiero agarrar tu culo, chiquita. [sp.: I want to grab your ass, little girl]”

✧°. “You want to… my… sorry, what? I don’t know those words, Rudy.”

✧°. “Don’t worry. You will.” 

✧°. He tried to be sneaky about his dirty remarks, but Rodolfo missed the point in time, when you began understanding conversations in Spanish. He noticed only when he said something similar again and your cheeks flushed bright pink. But it was just a silly joke, right? 

✧°. Perv!Rudy was hypnotized with your smell – he couldn’t determine if it was a detergent you washed your clothes with or a body wash that cleansed your soft, smooth skin from the dirt. If he only got a chance to stand close to you, he would discreetly inhale the scent of your hair. 

✧°. Perhaps, when he was standing right behind you, correcting your posture as you aimed forward at the shooting range, his head leaning over your shoulder to devour the sweet scent of yours.

✧°. And it got him thinking, what would your pussy smell like? What would your juices taste like on his tongue? Divine for sure. <3

✧°. Perv!Rudy would be strong on “marking his territory”. If you ever mentioned that you were cold near him, he would give you his hoodie without hesitation or doubt. The sight of you in the oversized clothing — a belonging of his, drenched with his scent and sweat would make Perv!Rudy go feral.  

✧°. Due to his hospitality and kindness it didn’t take long before you fully trusted the sergeant major. You didn’t mind his touches, even when he kept his hand over your shoulder or back almost all the time. His touch was warm and gentle. Always. 

✧°. You weren’t uncomfortable even when he began to playfully squeeze the plush of your thigh under the canteen’s table like it was his stress ball. 

✧°. Because Rodolfo is a thigh man, you cannot convince me otherwise. If you ever happen to wear thigh socks around him, he would pass out from euphoria.

✧°. One time, he saw a basket filled with your clean clothes and a certain pair of panties caught his attention. You left the laundry room for a moment as one of your friends pulled you out for some gossip. Perv!Rudy hesitated for a while before he snapped those panties from the clothes pile and tucked them into his pants’ pocket. 

✧°. Later that evening he would inspect the cotton material, pouring between his fingers, before wrapping it around his pulsating and leaking shaft. Rodolfo would pump hips into his own fist, thinking what you would look like, sitting here beside him and helping Rudy with his aching erection. :( 

✧°. He needed your help so badly – your innocent looking eyes glued to his face, waiting for further instructions on how to satisfy Sergeant Parra by stroking his thick, meaty shaft. 

✧°. Lately, while a mission went very, very wrong – you found yourself and Rudy being taken down the river by its stream. You managed to pull yourself and Rodolfo out of the agitated waters. 

✧°. Your clothes were soaked, tightly fitting to your feminine figure and the loud gasps you took for air – it was the first thing Rudy registered after you pulled him out of the river. He felt your hand pressed against his chest as you coughed out some water. 

✧°. Perv!Rudy was more than grateful and he couldn’t wait until there was a possibility to show how much he appreciated it. Sergeant found an abandoned cabin in the nearby woods – it was your camp for the night, as the dusk had fallen. 

And, oh no! Your walkie talkies were destroyed by the water! You had to wait until the rescue team would find you!

You were walking back and forth between one wall and another, trying to warm up. Every piece of clothing you and Rudy had on was drenched, the chilly air of the night only worsened the feeling of cold. 

A strong shiver shook your body and arms entangled around your torso, while his gaze was stuck on your trembling form. He was getting worried. 

━ We should take those clothes off and let them dry. ━ Rodolfo was older than you and therefore more experienced in crises like this. You knew he was right, but somehow hesitated for a moment, before removing your tactical vest.

━ Yeah, but wouldn’t it be… um, weird? 

You expressed your worries, you didn’t want to make anyone feel uncomfortable! Just as you placed the gun holster and vest on the old, dusty table, next to his gear and weapon, the sergeant stepped closer. 

━ ¿Por qué? ━ Rudy asked, before pulling your long sleeved shirt through your head as you obediently raised your hands in the air. It took every inch of his willpower not to roam over your exposed chest with his palm. ━ If we go in the hypothermia, we’ll be dead in the morning. Nothing weird here, chiquita. 

He was right, the nights in Mexico during winter were cold and you just got out of the river. You had no extra clothes and starting a fire was off the table. 

Both of you continued stripping until all you had left was your underwear. Out of curiosity you took a look at his almost bare form, only his boxers covering some flesh. Rodolfo gathered some old blankets he found in the abandoned cabin and placed them on the floor.

Meanwhile you felt helpless – there was nothing more to do to warm yourself up. Your only option here was a walking radiator in front of you, your comrade Sergeant Parra. You stalked his movements as he moved through the room, placing blankets down. And before you knew, he was reaching his hand in your direction.

━ Ven aquí [sp.: Come here]. ━ Rudy slid himself under the big blanket, before inviting you to join. 

You didn’t hesitate for long, before laying down next to Rodolfo. You turned your back to him and grabbed the edge of the blanket, trying to keep the warm within its space. 

A little gasp escaped your mouth, when Rudy wrapped his bulky arm around your waist and pulled you into his muscular chest. His stomach was tightly clinging to the small of your back, his head almost leaning over your shoulder. The short hairs all over his thighs tickled your own limbs. 

━ You’re shaking. ━ He noticed with a worry audible in his voice. With your body pressed to his, he could feel each spasm of a muscle that indicated your early stage of hypothermia. 

━ I-It’s okay, I will w-warm up in a mi-minute. 

You were the textbook example of a woman with low blood pressure and freezing cold hands. You were almost always cold, but in a situation like this it only meant troubles – you couldn’t warm up properly. 

━ Shit, we got to do something about his, no? Don’t want you to freeze here, chica.  

Rudy’s arm that was entangled around your waist, reached down to the hem of his boxers. He took out his cock and began stroking it just like he liked it. Like he always did when thinking of you. 

━ R-Rudy, what are you…

━ Shhh ━ Rodolfo silenced you, his cheek resting a little higher than your temple ━ trust me on this one. 

When the sergeant finally was hard and aroused enough, he placed his cock between your soft thighs, so high up it clung tightly to your clothed pussy. You shifted slightly, but Rudy placed his hand on your hip, keeping you in one place.

He began slowly rolling his hips, sliding between your clenched thighs. His erect cock was almost pushing between your folds to rest between them.

━ R-Rudy, mhm. ━ You whimpered as the warmth of arousal slowly began spreading through your cold body. 

━ It feels better, yes? ━ Rodolfo asked, proud of himself and thanking the God for creating such circumstances where he could finally make you his girl. You only nodded weakly. ━ I need you to tell me, how does it feel now?

━ I-It feels g-good.

Rudy released your hip as it didn’t seem you would wriggle away now. He sneaked a hand through your hip and pubic bone to slightly pull the material of your panties to the side. Only then he could continue rubbing against your bare core, sliding easily due to your arousal. 

The tip of his cock was repeatedly teasing your swollen clit with the firm thrust of his hips. You let Rodolfo gently rock your body in a suitable rhythm. 

━ That’s right, just relax, bonita. Let me warm you up. 

Only when Rudy praised you, you managed to relax, feeling each limb more heavy and slack. His arm entangled around your waist again, the man’s palm making its way under the bra you were wearing. He wanted to play with your pretty breasts, that were tempting him for so long. 

You began to mewl and moan, when suddenly approaching your sweet climax. Your hand reached backwards to grab Rodolfo’s short hair, his heavy panting audible in your ear. 

With each thrust he kept slapping his front against your plump bum. Once he even released your breast to slap your jiggling ass and admire the red mark in the shape of his hand.

━ Rodo-oh-lfo! I’m gonna… ━ you squeezed your eyes shut, before any tears could escape them. Your little whimpers became almost pathetic ━  please. 

━ Good girl, come on, come on. You can do this. 

With a few more thrust against your sensitive nub with his throbbing cock, you felt the strong wave of ecstasy washing over you, causing the back of your head to dig into Rodolfo’s shoulder. 

Soon after you, he followed and reached sweet orgasm too – his length spasming and spurting cum onto your cunny and thighs. 

When you both began to calm down after sharing a sexual high, he turned you around to make you face him. Rudy couldn’t stop admiring your flustered face, lips slightly swollen and red. He traced their outline with his thumb, before peppering your cute face with kisses. 

Rodolfo kept your body flush to his, so no body warmth would waste as he kept praising you for being a good girl for him. He would watch over you while the side of your face sank into his chest muscles and you drifted off to sleep. 

Now, when you were properly heated, he didn’t have to worry about you getting yourself into hypothermia.