#cod rodolfo

rudy 🦌

rudy has a cock that is thick, like can kind of thick. it's slightly longer than the average dick, but it's really the thickness what comands attention to it. the kind of cock that stretches you out nicely and it feels so good just from him putting it in. just his tip is enough to make you feel full because of that thickness. he's another uncut king, if you ask me.

his balls are also quite full and round, sturdy pair that make loud noises against your skin whenever he's fucking you. they also hang pretty high up. when it comes to cum, he shoots a decent amount but it's always that runny king of cum. perfect to make a big mess. he also strikes me as the kind of man to be fully shaved, no reason other than just because. it's very rare to see him unshaven, but when he feels like letting it grow he has a good bush to burry your nose in.

TF141 x Young!Reader + Alejandro & Rodolfo

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Price had been the one to approve it, a short visit to Las Almas. Alejandro and Rodolfo had invited the 141 to join their families for Día de los Muertos.

Soap stood near the ofrenda, staring curiously at the framed photos surrounded by flowers and candles. “So… this is for the dead, aye?”

Alejandro nodded, arranging a few last petals with quiet respect. “Sí. We celebrate them, not mourn them. They come back to visit tonight.”

“Creepy,” Soap muttered until Rodolfo smirked.

“They’d say the same about you, brujo loco.”

Gaz laughed, and even Ghost’s shoulders shook faintly under his hoodie.

You, meanwhile, were sitting cross-legged on the floor, watching as a family placed tamales and sweet bread on a low altar. Your little face scrunched with concentration.

“What’re they doing?” you asked.

Alejandro crouched beside you, smiling gently. “They’re giving food to their loved ones, Y/n.”

You blinked. “They can eat?”

“Not like us,” he said, tapping your nose lightly. “It’s more like… remembering. We feed their spirit.”

You nodded, eyes wide. Then you pointed to the small sugar skulls on the table. “Can I eat that one?”

Rodolfo chuckled from across the room. “Not that one, cariño. That one’s for my abuela.”

Soap leaned down with a grin. “But this one,” he said, sneaking one off the side, “looks like it’s for me.”

Price immediately shot him a warning look. “MacTavish.”

“What? I’m rememberin’ my sweet tooth!”

Ghost muttered, “You’ll be rememberin’ your dentist soon.”

The laughter was easy, light blending perfectly with the hum of voices, the clinking of candles, the distant echo of mariachis. You clung to Price’s pant leg as you watched everything, quiet but fascinated.

When Alejandro brought out a tray of pan de muerto, the warm, sweet scent made your eyes go wide. “You like?” he asked, offering you the first piece.

You took it with both hands and nodded eagerly, mouth already full. “Mmh!”

“That means yes,” Gaz translated dryly, earning a snort from Soap.

Later, when the candles had been lit and the sun dipped behind the hills, Alejandro came back with a small flower crown made of marigolds. He placed it gently on your head.

“There,” he said, smiling softly. “Now you look like one of us.”

You giggled, spinning a little so your cape flared. “Do I get to call you Uncle now?”

Alejandro blinked surprised at first, then his expression softened completely. “Claro que sí, pequeña. Uncle Alejandro.”

You turned immediately toward Rodolfo, holding up your arms. “Then you’re Uncle Roddy!”

Rodolfo melted instantly. “Ah, mi corazón, you can call me whatever you like.” He picked you up easily, resting you on his hip. “But only if you promise to eat all your dinner first.”

Soap whispered to Gaz, “Y/n got them wrapped ‘round er' wee finger already.”

Gaz grinned. “Just like what they have done to all of us.”

Ghost was standing a little apart from the group, arms crossed, gaze flicking between the candles and the photographs. He didn’t say much, but when you reached out to him from Rodolfo’s arms, he stepped closer.

You placed one of the marigold petals in his gloved hand. “For your family too,” you said simply.

For a long moment, Ghost said nothing. Then, quietly, “Thank you, kid.”

As the night went on, music rose, people danced, and laughter mingled with the flickering light of a hundred candles. You sat between Alejandro and Rodolfo, sleep slowly pulling at your eyes while Jackov wearing a tiny sombrero someone had gifted him laid curled at your feet.

Price looked at the scene and exhaled, the corner of his mouth softening.

Soap leaned toward him, whispering, “Aye, Cap… not a bad family reunion, eh?”

Price’s voice was quiet but sure. “Best kind there is.”

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

ALEX KELLER JOHN PRICE RUDY PARRA

because he's been stuck in my head lately. rudy come home the kids miss u.

divider from v6gue

no matter how busy his job makes him; he takes you out at least once a month. like a full on, flashy dinner date and then stargazing afterwards, a movie when you get home. 

actually loves cooking. you often come home to the comforting smell of homemade food, candlelit lighting, and maybe some calm music playing, while Rudy stands over a stove, making one of his delicious, traditional meals. he’s an excellent cook.

if you have a habit of falling asleep before even changing into pyjamas etc. he does it for you. he’ll carry you to bed, change you into one of his shirts, comb through your hair and if you’re wearing makeup; he’ll gently clean it off. 

whenever he comes back from deployment, he’s a little extra clingy. he hugs you tightly and close, burying his face in your neck, just basking in your scent; enjoying being surrounded by you and your love. 

always kisses you like it’s the first kiss you two share. it’s filled with intensity, passion, and most of all, love. his hands cup your cheeks, as he gently leads the kiss. 

a real gentleman. in bed, he sleeps closer to the edge so you have more room. when you’re out walking, he always makes sure hes on the side of the sidewalk thats closer to the road. opens dooes for you, everything. if he had it his way, you wouldn’t need to do anything for yourself. 

from the beginning of your relationship, he was always firm and forward about what he wants. he wanted you to know that he is serious about you, and that he was in it for the long run, if you were.

you’ve heard stories of how he’s a tough and scary man in the field; but it’s always so hard to believe them, when he’s such a sweet person around you. you’ve never ended up seeing that side of him– he makes sure of it. 

definitely feels bad for stray animals. more than once has he come home with a stray animal. yeah, he’s a stonecold military man, but he could never turn his back on an animal, for sure.

div from v6gue