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Dos vaqueros|Friendship of families|Alerudy

Rudy and Alejandro didn't just grow up in the same city, they lived literally across the fence from each other. The Vargas and Parra families have always been happy to have each other's company.

— Well, what do you think? Alejandro turned his head in the direction of Rodolfo, who was sitting a step higher than him, stretching forward his legs in knee-length shorts. He twitched an eyebrow, moved his shoulder, and sucked on a slice of mango again, the juice of which was already dripping from his elbows onto the steps. Alejandro grinned and reached into a bowl of sliced fruit, fishing out an apple slice.

Rodolfo wiped the moisture from his lips, actually only smearing it more on his cheeks and wiped his lips before answering:

— You're right. It's not easy for old people to live here in Las Almas. We should move them somewhere nice, away from these shootings and drugs.

Alejandro nodded, putting the same piece of apple in his mouth, and Rodolfo continued his thought. His face twisted slightly, he tilted his head a bit to the side and shook it with an air of mild irritation.

"But you know my mother..." Rodolfo drawled the words with a subtle hint of condescending reproach. — She began to live hand in hand in our house with the father as soon as she turned sixteen, and you and I are soon over thirty. Her whole life has been spent here…

Alejandro nodded, pursing his lower lip between his teeth, and leaned his shoulder against Rodolfo's calves. He sighed, scratched his knee and looked at the intersection ahead. The traffic lights changed from red to green, and cars skidded on the road surface, looking like those big shiny beetles that he and Rudy had been looking for in the grass, scouring the nearby forest after school.

Alejandro blinked and muttered a thought that was scratching at the subcortex of his brain:

— And the husband, it turns out, is also here…

—Yes...— Rodolfo drawled thoughtfully, even stopping chewing for a couple of moments.

They fell silent again. The sun, damn it, was baking without sparing anyone, to the point that going to work only in ubderwear seems like a good idea. Everything was drying up: the grass was withering underfoot, the flowers in pots and front gardens were withering, even the fucking roads were melting. Along with it, apparently, Alejandro's brains melted too, the feeling thatthey were about to pour out of his ears. Good thing that it was a little cooler in the houses, otherwise it would have been some kind of very cruel torture. Rodolfo, although he kept up well for a couple of days, on the third day he also whined and asked for a couple of days off. Alejandro was not a bastard, so he gave the go-ahead. And then he excused himself too, not officially, but on the other hand, who will turn him in? There are no urgent matters yet, Rodolfo took the reports with him and filled them out, he's such a good guy, and the local dealers have all disappeared somewhere too. Stuffiness, as it turned out, has become the best guarantor of peace in the city and a means of reducing the crime index to almost zero.

"But you talk to her anyway. It's boring alone, but maybe if we move our elders there, we can settle them together. Alejandro muttered, turned his body towards Rodolfo and put his arm back, leaning on it so as not to fall on his back.

— I'll talk to her, try to convince her to move. And Aunt Vargas, what does she say to your idea?

Alejandro smiled broadly and shook his head.

— Mom refuses to move far away from her girlfriends. I'll introduce her to facetime as soon as I have time. And she said she wasn't going to forget about Aunt Parra, she said, take her with me, you can even leave your dad here in Mexico.

Rodolfo laughed, covering his mouth and squinting his eyes. The corners of Alejandro's lips twitched, and he popped a cube of melon pulp from a fruit bowl into his mouth, looking at his laughing comrade with warmth in the depths of his dark eyes.

- The task is very clear, - Rodolfo guffawed, not letting up. — Okay, let's go inside, I'm hot.

Alejandro nodded and went up the stairs with a loud sigh, shook his cramped muscles slightly and slapped Rodolfo on the thigh.

— Rudy, you eat like a hippopotamus. All the steps are sticky!

— Leave me alone. - The man waved him away, letting out a light laugh.

.

— Mom! Alejandro snorts, wiping traces of pink lipstick from his overgrown cheek. Rodolfo grinned from the doorway, but still stepped into the house, where he was immediately squeezed in a tight embrace.

— Our boys have finally decided to visit their parents! - Aunt Vargas chirps, her voice trembling slightly with excitement and joy, she pulls the men into the house with her, where Alejandro's father was sitting by the window smoking, and on the other side sat Rodolfo's mother, embroidering something. She looked up at the noise and immediately melted into a warm smile. Rodolfo looked out from behind the doorway and arched his eyebrows in surprise.

— Oh, Mom! Rodolfo slipped past the chatting Vargas family, kissed her on both cheeks and sat down next to her, folding his hands in his lap.

— And you're here too, Mom. It's early in the morning, why aren't you at home?

The old woman sighed, putting down her embroidery, and stretched out her hand to the man's hair, gently smoothing it.

— What's at home? Bored at home, son, what should I do there? Frida and I just came from the market, walked, talked, and bought vegetables. - The woman spoke, and Rodolfo looked at her attentively, nodding at almost every word. — That's it. And there's nothing to do at home, get up, watch the news: There's a war, they killed here, that's all the news! We don't need them, it's better to take a walk outside. - Mrs. Parra spoke with feeling, and her son only agreed.

— That's right, Mom. But did Aunt Frida tell you that Alejandro offered them to move?

The woman looked at her son and nodded, rustling in a low voice.

— Yes, son, - she said. - she was asking me to come with her, but I did not know whether to agree or refuse. We have a house, son, such a house! - The woman murmured excitedly, and Rodolfo put her hand in his.

— Mom, don't worry about the house, I'll stay here, I'll live, its's not going anywhere. - Rodolfo began to persuade his mother, murmuring in her tone, softly and lightly, but the woman began to cry:

— With your job, son, it's scary, they'll kill you, take away the house, sell everything. They won't leave any memory of your father. If there was a wife and kids, it wouldn't be so scary, but if so…

The man looked away, noticing Alejandro's parents standing nearby. He did not observe the man himself in the field of view.

The phrase "here we go again" naturally flashed through Rodolfo's head, but he returned his gaze to his mother's face and continued to press, expressing himself with the softness of a cat's step and the persistence of a mountain sheep.

— Mom, everything will be fine. If you'd live with Aunt Frida, you won't have to get up every morning to come here. There will be no shootings in the night, no one will cause riots in the markets. That's better!

The woman sighed, but nodded in agreement. Alejandro's mom called them from the other side of the living room

— Inez! Look, we called Francesca on the video! Rodolfo smiled and turned back to his mother, whose eyes shone, and he helped her get up from the sofa.

— Miracles! - Mrs. Parra exclaimed, trotting up to her friend.

Alejandro's head popped from behind the doorjamb, and Rodolfo immediately darted past the old women into the corridor.

— Well, how it went? — Straight to the point, Alejandro is impatient as always. Rudy nodded, giving a thumbs up. The man opposite let out a long "hee-ee-ee" and they both chuckled.

The first step of the plan has been completed successfully.

We shouldn't overlook this pretty kittyboo my guys

Ghost this, Soap that, WHAT ABOUT RUDY???? CAN WE PLS TALK ABOUT RUDY????

Alerudy, but they developed so many local jokes throughout their friendship, its almost impossible to understand what are they saying when they are talking to each other.

what's the "pose of the cockroach"? who's "the guy"? whats the deal with "the bench accident"? we'll never know

Once Alejandro got stopped at the exit of the strip club for not paying for the service (he forgot) and then Rudy came to rescue and paid for him

Now every and then he tells everyone that he bought Alejandro out of the brothel, at what Alejandro always acts furious, yelling that it wasn't anything like that

"I bought you like a cheap whore you are"

"NO YOU DIDN'T"

Softly

Rodolfo Parra x f!reader

A/N Rudy knows how to take care of you when you’re too tired for sex but still want it. This was inspired by @yeyinde ’s utterly fantastic body electric, and @sprout-fics equally wonderful afterburn. I’ve set this in the morning after and we are entirely ignoring the fact that sex would totally be off limits this soon after xD It can be read as post everyone x f!reader but I strongly recommend going and reading both pieces :) I just wanted to explore how everyone would be with reader after it all, and how it might start.

Although not yet written this is placed after Soap x f!reader and Alejandro x f!reader - we pick up after Alejandro’s turn. Sorry I’m jumping right in the middle of my thought, you’re gonna have to try to keep up a smidge 😅 If I can wrangle the brain I’ll also write their pieces but of course I wrote the sweetest first <3 There’s some Alejandro x f!reader at the start, then some Alejandro x reader x Rudy, but this is predominately Rudy x f!reader.

Shout out to @0celestialbitch0 for checking my spanish, thank you my sweet 💕

Rating explicit Word Count 3635 words. Warnings m/f/m, two partners and mention of more, unprotected vaginal/penetrative sex, having so much sex it makes you sleepy, fluff fluff fluff because Rudy is the sweetest

🔞🔞 This work contains explicit adult content and is intended for audiences over the age of eighteen. By continuing to read you agree that you are 18 or older, have read the content and warnings and wish to proceed 🔞🔞

Your limbs are leaden. They anchor you to the cot, the aftermath of the aftermath finally catching up on you.

It’s not, you realise slowly, the press of Alejandro above you that’s keeping you in place, nor is it gravity; it’s just the dull weight of your own body, muscles relaxed after so much attention.

“You still with us?” Alejandro’s accent is velvet on you. One of his hands leaves your hip to rise and span the side of your neck. Letting the fingers dig in slightly, he tilts your face upwards to his. “Hmm? ¿Bonita? All tired out now?”

Yes.

No.

Neither comes out, just a soft hum as your fingers grip his shirt, and the strands of hair at the base of his neck. He tips his head back ever so slightly at the grip, teeth bared in a grin that you return.

You feel so good. Sated, heavy, and like you could just lie here for hours with his weight on you. In you.

You tug on him instead until he leans back down over you with a deep chuckle, noses knocking as you chase a kiss he won’t quite give you. Instead, his smile is a press against your lips, tongue peeking out to tease then escaping away until he finally holds your face in both hands and kisses you fully. You sigh into it, and hold him closer to you, trying to drag him down, down. Like if you kissed him hard enough he’d join you where you are in your daze.

Rodolfo is over Alejandro’s shoulder. He comes into your vision as your head tilts to the side, a sign Alejandro takes to pepper your neck in kisses. The blunt drag of his teeth has you shaking lightly as Rudy steps up.

You reach for him and he comes to you like you’ve beckoned him into your arms, within reach in one broad stride. His touch is light as his fingers thread into your hair at your temple, his thumb rubbing comforting sweeps over and over. When he talks his voice is as soft as his touch.

“¿Cariño? How are you?” For him, you try.

“Goo- good Rudy,” your voice weaker than it had been earlier.

At that Alejandro rolls his hips into you. It’s a lazy roll, little intent behind it other than to pull a few more sparks of pleasure from you. You gasp, ankles locking again around Alejandro’s waist, his teeth pressing firm at your neck with a wolfish grin.

“Si, she’s good. Our chica bonita is so good.” There’s pride in his tone - deep and warm and it blossoms something in your chest so you hold Alejandro a little tighter. His smile feels softer against your skin.

“You need to rest?” Rudy asks, pulling your attention back to him.

You do. You really do. A whole night’s sleep and now it seems you can only take two of them before feeling tired again. But Rudy is right there, and the pull you feel towards him is undeniable, equal to the man on top of you.

You shake your head, then no to make yourself clear. Want you too, to be sure. A smile breaks on Rudy’s face at that, sunshine and bright and you just want to be closer to him for that alone.

Finding strength, you reach up and hold Rudy’s hand, your fingers just about linking in his to pull his touch fuller. He cups your face with it, gentle eyes assessing you like he has so many times before but never like this, never in these circumstances. He looks over your expression, your reactions to both men, every little move you make.

“Si. You have me.”

Alejandro yields you with a huff of a laugh, pressing one final kiss to your temple on the other side before pulling away.

“Take good care of her Rudy.”

When he pulls out you miss it instantly - the soreness you feel only seems to be soothed by the thickness of a cock in you, and a small moan slips between your teeth. Your reaction brings a smug smile to Alejandro’s face and tempts him down to kiss you again, your sudden gasp as two of his fingers press into you swallowed by him.

“Keep it there, ¿si bonita?”

You can only nod a mumbled yes, trying to chase sensations as they slip away from you, your fingers clinging to his shirt. But Alejandro steps back leaving you empty, in emptiness. Your whine does nothing to call him back to you, his smile not faltering for a second, although you think the self-satisfied pride almost drops into something kinder. Only Rodolfo’s voice quietly calling your name pulls your attention away.

In your peripheral Alejandro slides his two slicked fingers into his mouth with a smirk, then Rudy steps forward and he’s all you can see.

His gaze is soft and kind, eyes liquid, as his hands trace over your form. As if he’s mapping every sore spot you have before he moves, soothing you with gentle hushes when you whimper at a pain point, all the brighter for the contrast to his kindness.

Rudy’s touch is a balm after Soap and Alejandro’s enthusiasm. Somehow every light caress of his fingers over you begins to soothe - just the right pressure, in the right places, and you relax deeper and deeper into each touch, almost forgetting the deep throb between your legs that says more with every heartbeat.

It almost feels like exaltation. Its hushed prayers said at an altar, asking for forgiveness before stealing away to commit sins. Its promises dripped in honey, sweet and smooth.

Up your legs, skirting your thighs along the outside, and then up to tug Soap’s oversized shirt back down your body.

“Let’s keep you warm, si?” He murmurs - as if in way of explaining - before his hands soothe down both your sides. A final check, a reassurance for himself that you seem to pass.

“Can you sit up for me cariño?”

“No, no,” the words fall from between your lips, tongue slipping as you try to form your thoughts. “Rudy I’m too tired- too tired to ride you.”

“Está bien,” he murmurs in gentle tones, firm hands rubbing over your shoulders and thick fingers into the tension in your neck. “I’ll do all the work. Promesa.”

It’s the look in his eyes - too kind and soft, pleading with a promise of more care to come - that has you moving towards him. You nod and Rudy’s smile brightens.

Alejandro helps you as you try to push yourself up. His hands are firmer against your back than Rudy’s, and it brings a sharp laugh to the top of your throat - that you now know what all their hands feel like on your body. That you can tell them apart blind. Your mind skitters to other thoughts, replaying the previous night then—

“Easy, easy,” Rudy soothes, perhaps taking your bitten-off noise as a sign of your soreness. To reassure him you loop your arms around his neck and kiss it, trusting Alejandro to ease your weight up as you lean against Rudy’s chest. Your legs splay awkwardly under you at the shift and it takes some uncomfortable shuffling until you’re settled - legs on either side of Rudy’s hips in a sore stretch, but pressed comfortably against the man and in his lap.

Behind you Alejandro tuts. “It’s all gonna leak out,” he grumbles, his hand slipping between your legs from behind, fingers gently nudging at your sore pussy to push his and Soap’s cum back into you. You hiss at the surprise intrusion, head dropping with a dull thump against Rudy’s chest. Alejandro’s touch softens.

Rudy takes his time acknowledging Alejandro’s comment. Instead - sooner than any of them - his hands are gentle on your face and lifting it. He watches your expression as it shifts with Alejandro’s touch, before speaking in muted tones to the older man that you don’t quite catch. His eyes never leave yours.

“Que romántico eres,” comes Alejandro’s reply, deep and humoured.

“Si,” is all Rudy says.

Then he’s kissing you.

He takes his time with it, languid and luxurious. No rush to be anywhere but here. It shoots a thought into your head, sharp then smoke curling - how a part of him must have just ached last night, that you weren’t kissed as much as you should have been. Because that’s what it feels like - like he’s making up for kisses you haven’t had.

Rudy kisses you like it’s your first time and your last, cradling your face in his hands as he does it as if you’re the most precious thing he’s ever held. His lips are soft as they press against yours, the pads of his thumbs rubbing callous-rough over your cheeks. A kiss here, then he moves. A kiss to the corner of your mouth, your cheeks, each eye then your forehead.

He’s all warmth and soft touches, it feels like slipping into a warm bath after a long day, every part of you warmed and relaxing. And when he slips his tongue into your mouth the sensation pulls at you like a lapping tide. Over and over you rock up against him, lulled and content.

“Hermosa chica,” Alejandro groans somewhere to your side at the scene, his voice deep with awe. His fingers stroke down your neck and you tremble and whine at the praise, leaning your head in his direction. But you just can’t seem to unmoor yourself from Rodolfo.

With a shift, Rudy takes your attention back from Alejandro. He bands his arms around your waist and ass as he rises on his knees, kissing his way down your neck to gently suckle at the love bite there. Every time you whine at the bruise he laps his tongue over it, alternating with gentle kisses and the odd nip that makes a smile bloom. And when you’re distracted with it there’s a shuffle, and then his cock is bare, thick, and warm between your legs and pressing between your slick folds as you both settle again.

The press of him has you gasping, but you rock against it all the same - like an itch that’s only better when it’s scratched, it hurts and soothes all at once. So you chase the pleasure.

“This ok cariño?”

Your head is hazy with it all - the thin line between pain and pleasure blurring and mixing until it’s both, each as rich as the other and just as intoxicating.

“Yeah— Yes. So good.”

Rudy helps, but even so the exertion would have been worth the small groans it pulls from him. Groans that are echoed deeper by Alejandro, muting the wet sounds that aren’t only coming from between your bodies.

The slick of Soap and Alejandro’s cum eases the way, your poor pussy still sore from the beard burn Price gave you. It pushes through your puffy folds, stinging and soothing in equal hot-cold measures, never enough to make you want to stop.

“That’s it, ir poco a poquito,” Rudy murmurs to you, hands warm and guiding the roll of your hips on top of him. Each roll burns you up, feverish and more sensitive than you've ever felt.

“¿Que esperas hermano?” Alejandro questions. Rudy huffs hot breath against your skin at the comment.

“Siempre apuras estas cosas,” comes his grumbled reply. ”Nuestra chica necesita lenta,” said with a kiss to your neck.

”Nuestra chica—” Alejandro begins to repeat back at Rudy, then, “Bonita, what do you want?” He comes into your vision again. Hair sticking up from where you must have pulled it, the thought sticking muddy in your head that you’d marked him somewhat too. Then, “Hmm? More?” he asks, firmly pressing against your clit with spit-slick fingers, and your mind blanks with a jolt.

The yes bursts from you before you can catch it, even as your hand snaps down to grab Alejandro’s wrist. It’s out and Rudy pulls you tight into him. Protective, possessive, this was his time with you, and guilt pangs in your chest - despite muddled thoughts you can still feel Alejandro pulling one way and Rudy the other.

“I liked it Rudy, really,” your voice wobbles as you reassure him. “You’re so good— sweet, to me.” And that’s the truth.

He only smiles indulgently against your neck.

“This is what you want, hermosa. Just that.” He finds your eyes when he says it, and the sincerity calms you and builds you up at the same time. Rudy’s hand is on your cheek, so you tell him more, breathless but sure, before taking his thumb into your mouth. Something flickers in Rudy’s eyes at your action, his breath caught before it escapes in a noise somewhere between a groan and a growl.

“Joder!— I— Cariño—” Then he’s kissing you again. Needier, sharper than before, his teeth catching on your soft lips before he pulls back and kisses the spot in apology.

“More hermosa chica? Yeah?” He asks, trailing kisses down your neck and rutting up into you like he can’t quite control himself. It makes you dizzy with his sudden enthusiasm, sharp and bright flashes of pleasure shooting up and down your spine.

“Please,” you moan against his forehead, now holding his face in your hands to keep him close, rolling your hips against his. Unsure if it’s to move away or closer.

“Ok. I got you.”

Rudy lifts you with ease, his gun-calloused hands digging into your thighs. You whine at the loss of his heat, absentmindedly still rocking your hips until he moves to hold you with one arm secure under your ass. When you still he lines himself up with your entrance, smearing mixed slick along your puffy folds before pressing gently against you.

“Tranquilo cariño. Hmm? Go slow. Easy.” He makes sure to find your eyes as he says it. They’re liquid warmth and you know you’re safe.

Your thighs tremble, and your forehead knocks against his.

You inhale.

You exhale.

You nod.

“Please Rudy.”

He lowers you back down and you can’t help the moan that bubbles out of your throat.

It’s like being able to breathe again after near drowning - your throat hurts, your head spins, but you move regardless.

Smooth and you’re liquid against Rudy, dropping your forehead to his shoulder and moaning into the bunched fabric there. It chafes and irritates, and you use what energy you have when he lifts you again to pull it back with one hand, breathing relief and relaxing against his warm skin.

“Like this?”

“Yes, yes. Like this Rudy.”

Slow.

Easy.

Good.

You rock together until Rodolfo finds perfect time, lifting you up then sinking you back down onto him to the hilt, effortless in his strength. The man is bloody perfect. You tell him so, between the little gasps he pushes from you. “You’re good Rudy…So— so good. Fuuuuuck—” The way he fits in your sore cunt, it’s just the right amount of pressure, just the right friction. You cry out, twisting in his hold at how beautifully overwhelming it is.

“See?” Comes Alejandro’s gravel-rough voice as he shifts closer, “Our girl likes it like this.”

You bare your teeth in a smile at Alejandro’s comment, but would bite down on him if the man was close enough. Instead you hold Rudy tighter, clinging to him as he lifts you up on your knees then lowers you again in a perfect slide that has sparks skittering behind your eyelids.

It’s not like anything any of them have done for you. Last night was drunken pleasure, only sobered by the things you did. They all gave as much as they took, but this—

Rudy cups the back of your head as he moves you single-handedly. It only strays to thread through your hair, fingers massaging into your scalp before he has to move it down to hold you. His grip is firm, but it’s closer to being held than moved. He’s sweet and you just know he’s giving you everything, the thought urging you to hold his face and kiss him.

So you do.

Rudy was watching you as he slowly fucked up into you - even though he couldn’t see your face you realise this as you lean back to look at him and find his eyes already on you. They’re glazed over and soft, but attentive bright as you move toward him. You don’t give him a chance to speak before pulling his lips to yours.

It’s messy and not your best kiss. Every heavy slide of him into you has your mouth opening on soft moans and whimpers, eyebrows scrunched with the confusing blend of pleasure and pain. He chuckles warmly as you try to kiss him at the same time, nuzzling his nose against yours then dragging it up to kiss your forehead.

“No, no,” you mumble, trying to pull Rudy back down. “I…I was kissing you.” He comes back down to you with no complaints, settling you heavy in his lap, using one hand to pull you both back together. He seems no more urgent in his kisses than when he first started, but they feel headier for the heft of his cock in you.

“You can have both,” he says with a smile against your lips, tilting his head to kiss you deeper just as his hips rock up again. It sparks something and you realise suddenly you can come from this alone - the pressure of him filling you, rubbing insistent deep in you as his tongue slips over yours. You clench and he groans, rutting up harder.

“Rudy…” You don’t know exactly what you’re asking for but you need him.

“What? What is it cariño?” He doesn’t stop when he asks, holding your face gently in both hands, barely a breath from you as he presses in, in, in. It makes you curl in, one hand clinging to his shirt, the other seeking your clit.

Alejandro says something, an exchange in Spanish that goes over your head, followed by the warmth of his hands on your waist.

“You should have said,” Rudy murmurs. Then his thumb is on your clit, wet with spit and smearing it in deft little circles.

It barely takes anything until you break with a soft cry. More gentle than any time you’ve come in the past twelve hours, but it still leaves you shaking in his hold. Rudy soothes you through it, hushing your little gasps with kisses and gentle rocks until you finally settle against his chest.

“Easy mi cariño, easy.” He still twitches in the tight clutch of your cunt, but doesn’t press you for more. Instead, he sweeps the sweat-stuck strands of hair from your face and rubs soothingly against your skin under your shirt. Alejandro moves into a space somewhere behind you too, his warmth a presence at your back like a blanket being placed over you.

The smell of three men comes to you as you even out your breathing with deep inhales.

It’s Soap first from his clothes sticking to you; warm and pink peppercorns, clean Scottish pine, and the moss of the forest. He’s citrus bright tempered by an equally sharp wit and kindness, and you smile into the neckline of his hoodie as the memory of him this morning floats over.

Alejandro is next as he presses himself against your side, moving your hair back to find more spaces to kiss you. He’s spiced sandalwood and frankincense, sweetened by oudh and cut by the alcohol still lingering around him. When he lazily slips his tongue into your mouth for a kiss, you swallow down on the feeling of honeyed whiskey. He makes you dizzy with it.

Then finally Rodolfo as he brings your face back around to him. His warmth is gentle - honeysuckle candles and the soft smell of salt-tinged wildflowers on the coast. You trace patterns absentmindedly against his neck as you breathe his scent in stronger until it calms your heartbeat, soothed by his hands on you, cupping your head to him and strong at your lower back.

As you come back down you realise. “You… you didn’t…?” You’re hazy with fatigue, but still sure on this.

“It’s ok.”

“Rudy—,” you start but he gently cuts you off.

“Está bien cariño.” He says it with such kindness, and although it has to be - you’re truly too sore and spent now for anything - you know he means it honestly.

So instead, “remind me to give you a blowjob later,” you promise him before settling against his chest.

It doesn’t take too long before the pressure of Rudy’s cock in you becomes heavy and bright.

“Too much.” You don’t think he’s heard you, heavily turning your head to try and speak again against his ear.

“¿Qué?”

“Too much,” you repeat, whine dropping to a soft moan as you try to lift yourself up, your thighs trembling and protesting the effort.

Rudy understands. With gentle hands he lifts you up from his lap again, slow and smooth until he slips from you with an exhale, air hissing through his teeth. You miss the fullness of him and you don’t.

“Better?” His voice is against your chin, lips finding and pressing to your cheek in adoration as you lower back into his lap. You hum your reply against his ear - yes - pressing your face down onto his shoulder again.

You find yourself once more weighed down by your own body. Sleep pulls and tugs at you and you let it, wrapped around Rudy and safe in his embrace. The last thing you’re conscious of is the sweet murmurs of both men, and two sets of hands soothing over you.

Being in a poly relationship with Alejandro Vargas + Rodolfo Parra

Por qué no los dos? // Why not both?

Couldn't let this idea go so here we are. Might make a solely NSFW list if there's a demand for it lmao. Some NSFW crumbs at the very end!

- To start, Alejandro and Rudy were definitely already in a relationship before you came into the equation. Most likely, they hadn't even reckoned they would work in a polyamorous relationship (they tried it, briefly, with Valeria and it was not fun)

— Got together when they were younger, the ultimate childhood best friends to lovers.

— Neither of them advertise their relationship much (never announced it either) but the type of couple you'd glance at and would immediately gather are together.

— They are glued at the hips. Rodolfo will never fail to gravitate towards Alejandro's direction when entering a room.

- When you got handpicked by Colonel Vargas himself to join Los Vaqueros, it was hard to not be excited. Mexican Elite Special Forces known for their efficiency and loyalty, and now you were one of them. It felt like a goddamned fever dream.

— Colonel Alejandro Vargas was in front of you, in the utter flesh. You could even smell the tobacco and musk wafting off of him.

— "Sergeant, I'm happy you agreed to join Los Vaqueros," he said, a smug slant to his lips that tempted your eyes to wander. As it was, you stood at attention, heels clicked together and gave a nod. "It was my honor, Colonel."

- You can pry this headcanon from my cold dead hands, but anyone who could feel even a miniscule amount of attraction towards men had crushes on the two of them. Yes, that includes you.

— And it's hard to not notice their attractiveness. They're handsome, it's folly to deny.

— Although, the fact that they're each other's partner usually deter most suitors from even entertaining it past a passing fancy.

— To add, these men are bloody intimidating to a fucking fault. Alejandro is cocky and aggressive and not to mention the top commanding officer of Los Vaqueros. Rodolfo, on the other hand, is a nightmare with any assault rifle — M4A1? M13B? You name it, it'll be God's work with his finger on the trigger.

- Just the same, you try to snuff out the hint of interest that coils in your lower stomach when Rodolfo gives you an encouraging nod or when Alejandro spares you a grin. It doesn't quite work, but hell if you're going to do anything about your feelings.

— Embarrassing, you think, trying not to cringe when you find yourself on your back, legs wrapped around another soldier's head in a triangle chokehold. You can vaguely make out Rodolfo's silhouette in your periphery and you lick the sweat off your lips, pushing the thought of your disheveled state out of mind.

— Your forehead is matted with sweat, shirt stained, and all form of grace gone with the fucking wind. It takes a good amount of effort to not glance at your superior.

— The soldier, Javier, taps his hand two times against your thigh in surrender and quickly, you disentangle from each other. "Good spar," he quirks a smile, giving your shoulder a congratulatory pat.

— You miss the way it falls when he meets Rodolfo's chilling glare.

- When they gain a silver of attraction for you, I think both of them would try to ignore it (or relentlessly shove it down) more so than anything.

— Alejandro because he's attracted to a lot of people and immediately equates it to infatuation that'll fade quickly, as it usually does.

— The panic he felt when, 5 months later, his eyes still ended up zoning in on you? He was literally inconsolable, locked in his office and dragging his feet before sitting down with his head between his hands.

— "It'll pass," he says aloud, nearly insisting reality to shape itself into his image. 'How many times have you said that to yourself?' a small voice asks and the immensity of that question slumps his shoulders.

— Alejandro blinks. "Estoy jodido.." I'm fucked.

— Rodolfo doesn't even want to acknowledge the squeeze in his chest. He refuses to think about it.

— It's not that he doesn't want to, notwithstanding that he's not even sure you'd be interested in a polyamorous relationship (but, God, what if you agreed?) but Valeria is still a fresh wound to him.

— The two people he loved the most, fighting? Searing venom in their words and cutting a canyon in-between themselves and expecting him to choose? Maybe Alejandro's pain was dulled because of the bad blood but Rodolfo's wasn't.

— Horribly afraid of the jealousy that possessed him when he saw you hold Javier in a triangle chokehold, powerful thighs on either side of the man's face and eyes sharp.

— Had to step out of the room to take a breather.

- So much miscommunication between the three of you, it's absolutely mad. Alejandro genuinely thinks that Rodolfo has no more intention or interest in adding another person to the relationship after.. the last person. Rodolfo hasn't heard a single thing from Alejandro that implies he wants to take a leap of faith. You don't even know they're anything other than monogamous.

— Back against a wall and the head injury you've only started feeling pulsing with every push of your heartbeat, it's difficult to shift your focus to anything other than the two men exchanging hurried discussion about the next step of the plan with the current casualties.

— Sick to the stomach, you're a tad bit disgusted with yourself that you think about them much more than what's appropriate for a fellow soldier, almost always excusing the warmth in your cheeks as a result from the alcohol or the heat of the sun. They're in a relationship, bloody hell, with each other need not be said.

— That's when the muffled noise becomes a ringing in your ears, darkness creeping in at the edges of your vision. The last thing that you can remember is your Colonel glancing at your crumpled figure in the corner and the utter fear that bled through his skin.

- The dread that caved in on itself in their stomachs at the sight of your broken outline, head lolling, blood caking your face (don't let it be yours, Dios they're begging), and staring at them with glassy eyes has time sputtering to a pause. Then, hell breaks loose.

— "MEDEVAC! MEDEVAC! WHERE THE FUCK IS RONALDO?! Why are you so far back, inche estúpido?! Eres un pinche idiota, doctor! Por qué te estamos pagando?!" Are you stupid? You're a fucking idiot, doctor! Why are we paying you?!

— The fear of losing you before they even had you has Alejandro barking out orders, his panic only heightened by the adrenaline. It's a frenzy of limbs and voices, a shout of "we've got a pulse!" and the medic pulling your eyelids back to shine a light into your eyes.

- Rodolfo freezes, air punched out of his lungs as he watches your unresponsive state, the gore reaching past your ears and staining your jaw. For a moment, he thinks the ground is shaking from an earthquake before he raises his hand and realizes it's just him.

— It's when it hits him, staring at his boyfriend kneeled by your side, his hands iron-locked with yours, that maybe he's had it all wrong these past few months.

- Hours later, when you're tucked in a bed back at the compound and Alejandro searches for him to seek comfort, he asks: "do you like them?"

— Wide eyes meet his, Alejandro's jaw slackens and his Adam's apple bobs once. "Mi Vida, it's—" Rodolfo shakes his head, nearly amused by the sudden crackle of nervousness that's possessed the man. "Do you like them, Cariño?"

— The grin that spreads across his cheeks when he mutters a hesitant "Si.." could light up the entirety of Mexico.

— "Mi Vida, I don't want you to be unhappy. If you don't want to, I will get over my feelings." Rodolfo tuts, not quite able to stop beaming. "I like them very much, Alejandro."

- Agreed to try and see if you reacted to their flirting when you woke up (Dr. Ronaldo is going to have two superior officers breathing down his neck for updates on patient 17, the poor man), separately and together.

— Nonetheless, I think they'd try to shed away their reservations while you're still in recovery. You're not Valeria, and you don't deserve to be treated like a ticking time bomb.

— "Do you think I should buy flowers.." Rodolfo rolls over, laid on his side, a groan stuck in his throat. "Cariño, it's 2 a.m.. Worry about it tomorrow."

— They end up getting an entire bouquet the next day.

- Alejandro is so tremendously nervous that it's funny. Tries to not let it show and for the most part it's successful but being childhood best friends with your boyfriend has its perks, one of which is knowing each other's tell-tale signs.

— Rodolfo in the corner clearing his throat to try and smother a laugh. Alejandro shoots him a glare from the other side of the room.

- When you wake up, hooked up to an IV line and slightly surprised you don't have any noticeable neurological damage despite the thinning haze of the anesthetics, Dr. Ronaldo nearly cries in relief.

— Calls up Colonel Vargas and Sergeant Major Parra as soon as he's done with checking that there aren't any underlying complications. He's all too eager to be free from his superior's attention, thank you very much.

— "Colonel," you greet the man, tilting your head at Rodolfo's presence. It was only usually one higher up, if you were lucky. "Sergeant Major."

— Alejandro "don't fuck this up" Vargas snickers, shoulders rolled back and looking very much the picture perfect image of confidence. Rodolfo rolls his eyes, leaning against the frame of the door, muscular arms crossed.

— "I'm glad to see you up. Wanted to scare us, Sergeant?" A lazy smile tugs at your lips. "I miss you too, sirs.

- You'd be so confused during the days after. You'd been informed you'd been in an induced coma but it wasn't long enough for their personalities to shift. Wasn't it supposed to be you who'd experience personality changes?

- Alejandro would eventually just blurt it out after two or three weeks. He's sorry, but he feels emotions very strongly and can't help it.

— "Would you be willing to go on a date?" The mug in your hands nearly slips. Your eyes dart to Rodolfo who looks… exasperated, but not really surprised. Not angry, either. You entertain the thought of this all being a coma-induced dream.

— "What- but aren't you two-" your words come out in a string of interrupted sputters. There's a fond smile pulling on Rodolfo's lips as he takes the mug of steaming coffee from your hand and settles it down on the kitchen counter. "All three of us, mi cielito."

- The both of them definitely sit you down to talk about it. They make it very clear that it'd be better to not pursue it in the first place if you only like one of them (which they've debunked in week one but they still mention it) or are only interested in the sexual aspects of a polyamorous relationship.

— When you agree, maybe a tad bit too enthusiastic, you're a trio of lovesick fools.

— "Dijo que sí, Rudy! They said yes!"

— "Si, Cariño, I was here the whole time."

- Cuddle bugs, both of them have physical touch in their love language so there will always be at least one hand on you. If you return the touch, either squeezing Rodolfo's bicep or linking pinkies with Alejandro under the table, they'll lean into your touch.

— Cuddling in bed will find Alejandro in the middle. Always. Refuses to negotiate except when either of you had a particularly bad day and need to be smothered with love.

- Speaking of the nightly routine —

— Rodolfo sleeps in his boxers when he's home. Loathes the heat and always has his feet sticking out of the blanket no matter what. Viciously enjoyed your reaction when you saw the tattoos on his back for the first time.

— His back muscles are to die for, man is a beast under his tactical gear.

— "You can touch, mi cielito." He gives you a glance from the mirror, warm eyes sparkling with amusement. Mapping the expanse of ink on his back, you reached a tentative hand to touch the sculpted skin of his back.

— Alejandro sweats a lot even when sleeping so best know that the AC is always going to be blasted in the highest possible setting.

— Regularly asks to be laid on, doesn't care about either of your concerns about weight and "you're gonna suffocate, Cariño.."

— Lay on him >:((

— "Por favor," please, he's pleading with you now, desperate to feel grounded. You make a noise at the back of your throat, climbing up his lap and wrapping your arms around him and squeezing just enough to have him take in a sharp inhale before letting him collapse into your waiting arms. His nose is buried in the junction of your neck. "Gracias, mi cielito…"

— Alejandro has a tan line; the pale skin starts from just below his belly button to the end of his boxers.

- Get ready to be accidentally slapped. They're both Mexican, they will use hand gestures when speaking and it's not going to be uncommon that you'll go unnoticed.

- I think you'd be introduced to the families a little later than what they'd prefer (there's still a lingering fear, no matter how deeply they wish there wasn't) but when you do— be prepared.

— Big families, very big families

— Rodolfo has 3 brothers, and is distantly related to every household in his street. Alejandro has 12 siblings and is named "best big brother" because he's memorized all their birthdays 💀

— Going home during fiestas is probably second only to the battlefield in terms of chaos

- Rodolfo is the biggest football fan out of the three of you, Alejandro is the most invested in soap operas (will never admit to it) and you consume the most amount of sweets dusted in chili powder

- Alejandro "my body works better when it's hot" Vargas who drinks coffee/eats soup in the 90° summer heat

— "It's good for you, mi cielito! Helps you sweat!" You eye him blandly, layers shed off and hogging the fan with your other boyfriend who looks like he's a step away from Death's door, a glass bottle of cola pressed against his cheek.

Some sprinkle of NSFW :

- All three of you are switches. Go argue with the wall.

- Rodolfo is the most dominant leaning. Usually fucks you in front of a bound Alejandro if he thinks your boyfriend was acting too much of a brat.

— Teeth graze the side of your neck and Rodolfo snaps his hips forward, cock filling a space in you that you didn't even know existed. "Look, Cariño.." he coos by your ear, deceptively kind. His hands flex, keeping your thighs spread wide for Alejandro's tearful gaze even as you try to instinctively close them. "Look at how cute our pet is."

— "Come on, mi cielito… tell him how good it feels," he says in between gasps, grasping your jaw to force you to look at Alejandro even as his cock rips another orgasm out of your spent sex. "Tell him how good I make you feel."

— "S'good! So good, Alej! Wanna cum, wanna cum, Rudy—" your eyes roll up into your skull at a particularly sharp thrust. "Lemme come, please? Please, Rudy? Please, please, please.." your words trickle into a sob, needing Rodolfo's permission above all.

— "What do you think, Cariño? Does our pet deserve it?" Alejandro nods furiously, needing nothing more but the sight of you coming undone, jerking his hips into the vacant air. "Use your words, baby. Does our pet deserve to cum?" He groans around the gag.

— "I don't think Alejandro thinks you deserve it, mi cielito.." he shushes your desperate sobs and meets his boyfriend's harsh glare with an unrepentant smirk. He leaves you in the bed for a moment, taking off the gag around Alejandro's head and speaking before the man can even relieve the soreness of his jaw.

— "You're gonna make them cum with your mouth alone, understood?"

Its scary as hell but wow- i am liking this, pretty sure this could be a nice podcast series too with em telling details of what had gone down. Im drinking this so much, imagine the amount of good episodes too🤧🍵

You know those buzzfeed unsolved series where they talk about crime? Yeah, that. Would watch or listen to all the stories Reader has to tell✌️

Is it strange that i'm willing to listen tho?? Eh¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

A fate worse than death, part two

Summary:The rest of the time find out what happen to you and the others

Type:Scenario: 141 + Los Vaqueros X M!Reader

Version:Mw2

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Gaz was trying to get it out of Price about what happened while Soap was helping Rudy get Alejandro to the medic and Ghost was sitting in his room thinking. And you were no where to be seen.

"Come on cap, tell me what happened"

Gaz and Price were headed towards the Kitchen, and Price was getting alittle annoyed with Gaz.

"No Gaz"

Gaz didn't know what happened so he didn't know how it still affected Price in ways he's never been affected before. When they reached the kitchen there were two newer recruits talking, they have been in the military before and actually worked alongside of you for quite some time but they were new to 141. When Gaz and Price sat down Gaz was just staring at him trying to get it out of him, just silently this time. But now Gaz could see how the captain was still alittle shaky from early.

"Yeah he's crazy man, one time he used his sledgehammer and bushed his way up to someone's head, hitting every spot."

One of the new recruits said. Gaz stopped looking at Price, turning his head slow enough for it to creak. Gaz was horrified with what he just heard.

"Damn, that is crazy"

The other recruit said like it was a normal thing. But then again you are named death after all.

"Wait, wait a second. Who are you talking about?"

Gaz asked still in complete shock. The recruits looked at him alittle confused.

"Death? You know y/n?"

Gaz looked at Price then back to the recruits quiet. He couldn't believe it, no. He refused to believe it. You were one of the nicest people, yeah you scared alot of the people on the team but he never seen why.

"Are...are you serious?"

The recruits nodded. Gaz was shocked, far beyond shocked. Like yeah your code name is death, but he never took it seriously. You? Brutally kill a guy? He couldn't believe it.

"Yeah, actually funny thing I heard one day that apparently he stabbed someone multiple times, and while they were still alive he shoved a smoke bomb down their throat and the smoke spewed out of the holes he made in them"

Price was still silent.

~Off to Soap~

Putting Alejandro on the bed in the medic room, Soap looked at Rudy worried.

"What happened?"

Rudy looked at Soap with a face that basically said 'I don't wanna talk about it'. Soap couldn't see what happened so he was clueless to what you did. Alejandro looked up at Soap.

"Wanna know what happened? It was death, that's what"

Alejandro stopped to cough abit. Letting out a disgusted sound.

"He was crazy, he beat the shit out of a shadow before bashing his hea in. I....I couldn't watch"

Alejandro looked down, ashamed, disturbed, disgusted. Soap chuckled abit, but by the looked of Rudy and Alejandro he knew they were serious.

"Wait? Y/n? Are you serious?"

Alejandro nodded, Rudy just looked away. Soap stood there silent, taking it all in. Before Rudy spoke.

"The captain was horrified"

~On to Ghost~

Throwing a ball up and down he thought to himself, 'what happened when the shadows head dropped?' That's all he could think about. One second the shadow had a gun pointed at someone, and the next second that someone hit the shadow in the head with the gun causing him to disappear from all the snipers view. Not that Gaz and Soap were paying attention. Ghost could see Price's horrified reaction, the look of pure shook and disgust in Rudy's face, and Alejandro start throwing up, violently. It dawned on Ghost that he could always ask you, or go back to see what you did. He'd rather ask you. Getting up Ghost went to find you. When he did he grabbed your shoulder, causing you to turn around.

"Sir, what did you do to that shadow?"

The devilish smile on your face told Ghost, it wasn't pretty.

~The story of what did, from all their perspectives~

Price looked at Gaz, and signed.

"He...The moment he had a open window he grabbed the gun, smacking the shadow in the face with it"

-

Rudy, gulped, and Alejandro glared at the ground.

"He crushed the guys cheek bone, so bad you could hear it crack all the way over by us"

-

You grabbed Ghost's hand and leaned in.

"I bashed that bastards head until be fell to the ground, he, I could alright see the blood dripping from his head.

-

Gaz listened carefully, leaning in he didn't want to miss any details.

-

Soap stayed quiet, not wanting to accidentally interrupt.

-

Ghost shivered slightly at how you spoke, it was creepy. Almost inhuman

-.

Price looked back at the table, in thought.

"Taking the gun, he didn't kill the man. No he did worse"

Gaz carefully got up, to make him and Price a cup of tea.

-

Rudy looked Soap in the eye, now stern.

"He continuously hit the guys thigns until they bleed no more"

Soap started to get nervous, just the thought of getting your thighs bashed in with a steel gun made his thigns tingle slightly.

-

You leaned back alittle seeing the discomfort in Ghost's eyes.

"He was screaming so loud, if was like music to my ears. As I watched his legs turn to mushy flesh infront of my very in eyes"

Ghost stepped back abit, now more cautious due to your creepy and low chuckling.

-

Price nervously messed with his fingers.

"He didn't stop beating his legs in until you could see the shadows nerves and veins sticking to the beaten muscle, that....ugh"

Price groaned at the thought of what you did, as Gaz listened getting uncomfortable himself from the way Price was unsettled.

-

Alejandro groaned loudly and stood up.

"He was like a senseless beast, when he turned around to look at us he bent in a way he shouldn't."

Alejandro practically yelled as Rudy nodded, Soaps full attention now on Alejandro. Soap was a tad bit uncomfortable, he's never seen Alejandro this freaked out over something. Neither has Rudy.

-

You stepped closer as Ghkst stepped backwards

"He begged begged me to not kill him, so I yanked him by the hair and asked him 'how?'"

Ghost has never felt this way around someone before, he didn't like it

-

Price looked you at Gaz seeing him making the finally touches in the tea.

"After he dropped his head, death was gonna stomp on his head, he was gonna kill him."

Gaz nodded and brought Price his tea. Recruits still standing there, listening.

-

Alejandro walked around the room to try and get the unsettling feeling out of him. As Rudy continued to inform Soap about what happened.

"He didn't get a chance to crush his head actually, the shadow stabbed the bottom of his foot causing him to jump back."

Soap thought that was the end and let out a sign of relief.

-

You grabbed Ghost by his mask and pulled him to you. Having the same devilish smirk you started with.

"He tried to get away Ghost, he tried so hard but I wouldn't let him, I stabbed him with the knife he stabbed me with."

Ghost was about to pull away but remembered, it'd be useless you'd only pull him back. He knows you get to worked up in telling a story.

-

Price nervously took a sip of tea, staring down at it as it swirled with the steam.

"He-....He used the knife to stab between his shoulder blades....before cutting his back open, all the way down to his lower back."

Gaz almost choked on his tea when he heard that. He pictured it to well, the thought made him wanna run away from this conversation.

-

Rudy looked down, legs and arms shaking slightly. Soap took notice of this.

"Y/n...he grabbed the sides of open flesh, and, oh my god... he ripped the shadow open like he was nothing."

Soap took a step back, horrified by what he heard. How, no, why? Why would you do that.

-

You pulled Ghost closer, now whispering in his ear, likely to keep this part a secret.

"I wanted to do worse Ghost, but instead I broke. Every. Fucking. Rib. He had, his screams only got louder."

Ghost eyes widen, realizing you met you had grabbed his bare ribs and snapped them all in half. Now Ghost has done some crazy things but this? It's on a while nother level.

-

Price rubbed his temples to calm himself.

"When he finished he, well killed him. With his foot"

Gaz had finished his tea by then. Still has that unsettling feeling.

-

Alejandro walked back over to Soap and grabbed his shoulder.

"Wondering how he killed a soldier with just his foot? Yeah? He stepped on him, well more like bashed."

Soap looked at Alejandros hand alittle nervous.

-

You chuckled darkly pushing yourself off of Ghost.

"I dropped my foot so hard, I still have his eye juices on my shoe"

Ghost gagged as you walked away laughing, the whole base could hear you. The ones who seen you kill that Shadow shivered remembering that laugh.

~

[A/n:I got lazy in the last part. But hear you have it. I hope you enjoyed]