COD men's reaction to you all soft and overwhelmed, whispering “please… take some out.” Each man reacts in his own way: some fold, some mock, some push you deeper. This post includes: König, Alejandro, Graves, Price, Gaz, Soap, Ghost, Keegan, and Nikto.
Thank you @codnasties for the inspiration. You literally fueled my first two headcanon sets🙏🏼
König
Your little whimper “it’s too much” makes him freeze for half a second, blue eyes wide behind the hood. Then he groans, forehead against yours, dick still buried to the hilt. “Scheiße… you’re so tight, kleine. You want me to take some out?” He pulls back an inch—just enough for you to sigh in shaky relief—before slamming back in with a brutal snap. He chuckles when your nails dig into his shoulders. “Nein, you can take it. Open up for me. Let me break you properly.” Even as tears roll, he coos in German, rocking into you until your body stops fighting and starts melting around him.
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Alejandro
You’re gasping, thighs trembling around his hips, and your soft plea nearly undoes him. He kisses your jaw, hips slowing, murmuring, “Too much for mi amor? I know, I know…” He pulls out a little, just the head stretching you, giving you space to breathe—then pushes back in slower, watching your lashes flutter. His smile is wicked though, voice a low purr: “Mira cómo lloras for me. You’re begging, but your pussy won’t let me go. You don’t really want me out, hermosa. You want me deeper.” His thrusts pick up again, deliberately measured, forcing you to ride out every inch while he hushes your cries.
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Graves
You choke out “take some out” and he laughs, mean and sharp. “Baby, you asked for this cock. Now you’re beggin’ for mercy?” He grabs your hips, holding you down on him so you feel every brutal inch. He fucks up into you rough, ignoring your squirming. “Ain’t no half-measure with me. You get all of it or none at all.” He smacks your ass hard, sneering when you sob his name. “Cry pretty all you want. This cunt’s mine, stretched full, stuffed proper.” He doesn’t let up until you’re too fucked-out to ask again.
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Price
The plea makes his chest ache even as it turns him on. He slows, cupping your face, thumb brushing your wet cheek. “Easy now, sweetheart. You want me to ease up?” He pulls out halfway, giving you shallow thrusts, his eyes soft even as his cock throbs inside you. “There we go. Breathe with me. You’re doing so well.” But the second your body relaxes, he’s sliding in again, deep and unhurried, eyes locked to yours. “I can’t leave you half-full, love. You need it all. Let me give it to you.” His voice is gentle, but he doesn’t stop until you’re clinging to him, begging for more.
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Gaz
You whimper the words, and he falters, forehead pressing to yours. “Shit, baby… am I hurting you?” He almost pulls out completely, guilt flickering across his face—until he feels your walls still clenching him tight. His jaw tightens. “You don’t mean that. Look at you, dripping for me.” He kisses your tears, then rocks back in slow and deep, coaxing your legs around his waist. “Don’t run from it. Let me in, all the way. You’re my girl, yeah? Take me.” He talks you through every thrust, soft voice against your skin, fucking you until your moans replace the pleas.
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Soap
Your shaky “take some out” makes him bark a laugh, feral grin splitting his face. “Oh, lass, too late for that.” He ruts into you harder, grinding his pelvis against your clit. He bites your throat, hand pinning your wrists above your head. “You begged to get stuffed, and now your full—so deal with it.” When you cry, he licks a tear off your cheek, groaning. “Fuck, look at you—can't even take it but you love it. My greedy slut.” He keeps you stuffed to the brim, snapping his hips until you’re screaming his name.
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Ghost
The whisper slips past your lips—“too much, Ghost… take some out”—and he stills, chest heaving, mask brushing your cheek. He tilts your face so you meet his eyes, cold and unreadable. Then he smirks behind the skull. “No. You asked for me. You’ll take me.” He pulls out an inch, just to make you think he’s giving mercy—then rams back in, hard enough to knock the breath out of you. “See? You can take it. You were made to.” His gloved hand presses over your mouth when you sob, his voice dark in your ear. “Don’t ask again. You’re mine—every inch stays in.”
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Keegan
Your shaky whisper makes his eyes darken under the camo paint, body stilling for a beat. Then he leans down, breath hot at your ear. “Take some out? Not happening.” His tone is rough, rasping from hours of silence in the field. He rolls his hips deliberately, grinding deeper instead of easing up, making you keen. “I hide in the shadows all damn day, but with you? I want all of me buried where no one can see.” His hand covers your mouth when you try to plead again, his other dragging your thigh higher on his waist. “Shh. Don’t waste your breath. You’ll take it. Every inch. I won’t leave you empty.”
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Nikto
The words slip from your lips, breathless—“please… take some out”—and Nikto tilts his head, dark eyes narrowing behind the mask. His hand clamps down on your hip, keeping you flush to him. “Nyet. You take what I give.” His accent makes the words heavier, crueler. He pulls back just slightly, enough to tease, before shoving back in with ruthless force. You cry out, and he chuckles low, a sound like gravel. “Your body does not lie. You are built to be filled.” His glove brushes your cheek almost tenderly, a contrast to the brutal way he keeps rutting into you. “Suffer, malen’kaya. Break on me. You’ll thank me after.”
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Or? Or? Babes. Anon. You're getting both. Can't dangle those two beautiful men in front of me and ask me to choose. That's cruel (it's not I'm just being dramatic.) Please enjoy the smut. :)
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Alejandro Vargas & Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra x Female Reader (reader is Mexican)
Content & Warnings: oral sex, unprotected piv, creampie, mention of trafficking, prior trauma, past relationships, rough sex, coworkers that fuck
Word Count: 2k
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Alejandro Vargas
Dampness sticks to your skin. Moisture blooms on the aged concrete walls. Distantly, you hear water dripping, slow and steady like a leaky faucet.
“It’s not much,” comes Alejandro’s voice as he enters the small room. “But you’re safe here.”
Here is a hole in the ground, just a rotten board covering a metal door in the earth, and a ladder leading to semi-darkness. The safe house Alejandro brought you to is completely remote, a sanctuary from the fallout following the assassination of the leader of the region’s cartel. A murder you helped execute with your red-painted lips.
Small and cramped, the lone room in the underground safehouse is sparse. There’s a worn mattress on a metal frame with a few blankets piled in the middle. In the corner is a faded wood bookcase minus a shelf and smelling of rot.
It’s only a few days.
Alejandro coughs, your gaze shifting from the bookcase to him.
“They don’t know it’s me?” you ask, voice cracking.
Alejandro’s mouth twitches. “Have a shower.” He jerks his head to the right. “Through that door.”
Frowning, you step forward. Alejandro shifts back as you peer out in the short hall. There’s a ladder, and two doors, one of which stands open. From it, you can just make out the edge of a cracked sink.
“Down here?”
Alejandro inclines his head. “Runs on a hand pump. Water won’t be warm. But it’ll do the job.” He reaches out, almost absently, lightly cradling your check. Gaze roaming, your savior frowns. “You’ll want the blood off you.”
Clarity comes, your arm rising, hand pressing to the front of your dress. It crackles and crunches, thick and hardened with blood. Not yours, but of the man that kept you, showed you off when his wife and kids weren’t around. Men with power love to parade their pretty things. Now, he’s composed of rotting flesh and splattered brain matter.
Alejandro’s hand drops to your elbow, “I’ll find you some clean clothes.”
Robotically nodding, you shuffle toward the bathroom. There’s a toilet, the cracked sink with a matching cracked mirror, and shower that’s just a off-pale green curtain, a showerhead, and a drain in the floor.
You don’t shut the door, stripping in full view, turning the crank in the wall. Behind the wall, a pipe rattles, and then clear cold water bursts from the showerhead. It pebbles your nipples, brings a shiver to your skin, but it’s washing away the blood, softening it until is runs down your body and circles the drain.
“I’ve brought—”
Alejandro’s voice falters. You glance over your shoulder, finding him standing in the doorway, gaze averted from your naked body. Too focused on removing the blood, you never shut the curtain.
He clears his throat. “Found a towel. Clean clothes.” Failing, Alejandro’s gaze shifts to your body, works his way up until he meets your eyes. Your savior glances away again. “Have a few storage boxes,” he explains, as if you wanted to know where he found them. “Smell a bit musty.”
“Thank you,” you murmur, reaching for the offered towel as the water sputters out.
Alejandro walks in, bringing the towel closer. He stands there, stoic and observing, watching as you dry yourself and dress. The clothes don’t fit, too large, but it’ll do. It’s better than the blood.
“I’ll take the floor,” says Alejandro, backing away.
“No,” you say quickly, darting forward without thought, grasping Alejandro’s wrist.
He’s surprised as you, lips parting slightly as he takes you in. This isn’t a man you’ve just met. For months, Alejandro sought you out, stalking your every step, emerging from the shadows when prying eyes were absent. Always flirting, always insisting, negotiating to the point of exasperation. Fear came first, for your life and his, but you were never caught, not even gossiped about.
His favored would never. Not the gorgeous thing that sat in his lap. That spent more time with him than his wife and kids. That never had a choice to begin with because you don’t say no when a drug kingpin offers to pay for your abuela’s cancer treatment in exchange for being his mistress. The monster that paraded you in front of his men, fucked you in front of them, enjoyed coming inside you without birth control but never liked when you ended up pregnant. Those always had to go away. Can’t have bastard children running around.
Alejandro whispers your name the same way he did when he dragged you from the slaughterhouse. Bullets flew. Blood sprayed. You, curled up on the ground, crying. And then Alejandro, wrapping his arms around you, lifting you up and away.
“I don’t bite,” you smile.
Alejandro chuckles, the corner of his mouth quirking. “That’s a shame.”
Your stomach flips, squeezes. This is the Alejandro who pursued you, gained your trust, and helped you escape. The one who flirted with you, the man you eagerly awaited until his next appearance. Alone with him, hidden in this bunker, you’ve never felt safer.
“Alejandro,” you murmur, breathy and soft.
You place your hands on his chest, the rough fabric of his uniform scratching against your skin. Pressing in, you keep your gaze low and demure, focusing on a small strap near your right hand, toying with it but not loosening.
“We shouldn’t,” he rasps, needy.
His tone goes straight to your pussy. After meeting Alejandro, you thought of him during sex, picturing him over you, his hands on your body. It’s the only way you could show desire or orgasm, pretend that you were even remotely interested in the man paying for your abuela’s cancer treatment.
“But you want to,” you say, tugging on the strap. “And I want to.”
Let you choose this for yourself. Have some control for once.
Temptation is easy. Alejandro needs no more convincing.
He grasps the back of your neck, banishing separation. One arm snakes around your back, and your hands slide up to lock behind him. Months of tension evaporate in a second, morphing into desperation. Fresh clothes forgotten, Alejandro yanks them off you, baring your body. He drops to his knees, kissing your stomach and hips, spreading your thighs with his hand, placing kisses there, too, only to part your pussy with his fingers and give your clit a little lick.
Eyes rolling back, you fist his hair, hips arching upward into his mouth. Alejandro’s hands grasp your ass. The world tilts and you’re on your back, the worn mattress beneath you, and Alejandro’s head buried between your thighs.
Toes curling, everything in you sharpens. A hard swirl of his tongue and you’re already falling apart, choking out a sob. Years of faking it and the real thing slams you into the floor, crushing you under its fist.
“Wanted to be here forever,” groans Alejandro, lightly biting your inner thigh. He turns his head, bites the other, licks a slow line up your pussy. “Worth the fucking wait.”
Alejandro pushes up and over you, pinning you to the bed. Your mouths connect, tasting yourself and the faintest hint of cigarette smoke. Still in uniform, Alejandro is ceaseless, starved for your kisses, claiming you like he’s always owned you.
You spread your legs wider, reaching between your bodies. A large bulge meets your palm. Alejandro’s hips flex, rubbing his erection against your hand. Hunger chews beneath your skin in urgent need, wanting out, wanting Alejandro in. In similar desire, Alejandro places his hand over yours briefly before yanking at his zipper and button.
“Keep the uniform on,” you gasp, helping in easing his pants open, to admire the way his cock slides out, bouncing slightly as it’s released.
A haggard groan leaves his lips, dripping like honey as you explore him. He’s heavy and thick in your hand, warm and throbbing. Your legs fall wider, heels hooking behind his thighs to guide him forward. Alejandro’s forehead dips to rest against your own, his gaze glued to your face, watching every little movement, every expression.
You guide him in, heels digging, urging him deeper.
“I was always there,” he rasps, rocking his hips slowly, his cock slowly dragging in and out of your pussy. “Never alone.” His thrusts slowly increase. “You were never alone.”
The next thrust is hard. You gasp, lips parting. Alejandro smiles, cheeky and soft, still gazing into your eyes as you come undone.
Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra
Rudy’s heart is a bent branch close to snapping.
On the other side of the bed, the only bed, you unclip straps, removing gun holster and knives until you’re down to just your clothes. Rudy does the same but his fingers are sweaty, his gaze busy watching your slow removal, as if he’s not in the room at all.
He clears his throat, and you turn. “I can sleep in the chair,” he says flatly because it’s the only restraint he has.
You glance at the off-red armchair in the corner. “The cuck chair?”
“There’s only one bed.”
You arch an eyebrow. “That a problem?”
“Don’t start,” he breathes, removing his gun, checking the safety. If he unloads and loads and unloads it’ll keep him busy and not looking at you.
“Rudy.”
“Sergeant Major,” he corrects.
There needs to be distance. Alejandro did this on purpose, shoved the two of you together because he keeps asking why the two of you aren’t a thing anymore.
“Sergeant Major,” you repeat, softly, enunciating. Rudy surrenders, looking your way, only to find you topless, breasts on display. “My apologies.”
He glances away quickly, the back of his neck flaming. “How’s Rose?”
“Rose?” you snort. In his peripheral, you bend, removing your pants. You’re not wearing underwear. “On first name basis now?”
Rudy inhales sharply, exhaling slowly. “Your mother. How is she?”
“She asks about you. Wants to know why I’m not bringing that handsome man around anymore. She thinks I did something to run you off.” Rudy remains silent. “Did I?”
“No,” he finally says, removing his jacket and then his shirt.
You’re completely naked now and on display, not caring to cover yourself up. Rudy can’t help it, his dick is hard and throbbing, his mind racing toward old memories of you begging for him to fuck you.
“You shower first,” he grunts, undoing his belt buckle.
“There’s room for two.”
Rudy curses and turns on you, ready to swat the idea aside. Words escape him, leaving him stranded and staring, lips parting as he takes in the full view of you, and how you saunter closer.
Reaching for his buckle, you slide the belt from of the loops, dropping it the floor. “Or we can go to bed. Shower in the morning.”
Absently, he drags his fingers over your shoulder and down your arm, trailing back up to rest his hand between your breasts. Your heartbeat upticks, chest heaving slightly with anticipation. The feeling grows. Become bright and hot and red.
Grasping the backs of your thighs, Rudy lifts and dumps you onto the bed, following after. Pinning one leg to the bed with his hand, he lifts the other, locking it against him, your foot in the air. Rudy doesn’t need to touch to know how wet you are.
“How long were you thinking about me?” he growls, control slipping.
You fist the sheets, tilting your hips to give him better access. “The whole time,” you admit.
Rudy shouldn’t, but he does.
You welcome him without resistance. There’s no softness in him, only carnal need. He thrusts, your body bouncing but unable to go anywhere. His hold is powerful, vice-like. Rudy needs to fuck you, hard.
Head falling back, you moan, the end strangled as your pussy squeezes him. Rudy releases your thigh to palm one breast, teasing the nipple between his fingers.
“Tell your mamá she’ll see that handsome man again.”
Your lips form the start of words. Rudy silences them, crushes it into dust in the air. He brings your legs together, turning you onto your side. Bracing himself with his hands flat on the bed, his thrusts quicken. Your hand comes around his throat. Squeezes.
ghost:
your clingy boyfriend just wants to be closer to you, he wants to be inside you. literallysuch a sweet boy with mommy issues, just wanting to be taken care of :(
doesn't wanna commit yet and go the full way...
stop being so clingy! he was trying to do some paperwork :/
so incredibly jealous ghost coded
surprising you when he comes back home but you have a meal for him prepared :)
soap:
don't even need to take your panties off fully, just push them aside!<
pretty red tights are getting ripped off tonight 😊
whilst soap fucks u hard and merciless, ghosts fat cock is throbbing in ur mouth :(
he can't stay away from ur pretty lips
gaz:
he likes recording your puffy pussy when you cum like your own paparazzi! don't worry, he'll lick it up afterwards
his pretty cowgirl riding that dick like she owns it 😵
late night after the whole teams' at the bar, you 2 sneak back to his car...
staying in a tent for a mission...this close...is never a good idea
price:
price stuffing his thick dick in you after you 'joked' about breaking up :(he's gonna be deployed for awhile, why not make the most of it?
he DID promise good aftercare, don't blame him
halloween mission gone wrong! :(
your weight is no match for him
alejandro:
average alejandro camera roll smh
he loves seeing u wet all over, and a mark on how much he's done
titty man :)
sleepover at ale's barrack after dinner
rudy:
he missed feeling you, so soft and plushy - better than a pillow <3he was too shy to say anything so thank god you removed it
typa shit rudy's on
pussy so soft and healthy
eating that puffy pussy like it's the last supper
the cod men + pantyjobs: a twt p link collection ;P
soap starts off by rubbing the head of his dick over your slit. it's wet and sticking to you from the grinding of his leaky tip against your sopping pussy, makes it absolutely perfect for him to see the outline of your clit while he works you over. he gets impatient tho. impatient enough that he needs to feel your pussy on him. yanks the cloth to the side so he can have access to your bare cunt. but still holding that barest bit of control that he won't fuck you. yet. maybe he'll tease you a bit. he's a dog of a man, after all. dips in just the tip so quickly it surprises you. but the stretch of his fat cockhead makes you churning for more. he loves to feel the damp material of your underwear against his fingers while he fucks you with just the tip and thumbs at your clit. uses your panties like a handle to pull you forward so bit by bit he can slip in deeper.
i just know gaz is is nasty about it, disgusting, but somehow still so romantic. you can't help but look at him with heart eyes when he's cum all over your underwear and pulls it aside so he can smear it all over your clit. uses his dick to do so, just in case he can add a little more to that pretty pussy ;) the way his tip keeps catching under the hood of your clit and wiping his seed all around leaves you throbbing and crying out for him. oh, baby. he knows, he knows. makes sure to collect the cum onto his dick and fucks the cum into you, as deep as he can go. the stretch of his dick and the burn of the tug of your underwear stings so good. pumps you full of all the cum you want and pushes your panties back over you with a loving pat to your pussy so you can keep it all in there. your panties were already ruined from before if not already. he'll buy you more just to cum in them later.
price fucks your underwear as if it's your pussy. uses it more as punishment than anything else. you don't deserve his dick just yet. so he just grinds the underside of that pretty cock over your pussylips and stains the front of your panties with a nice wet spot. leaves you gasping and whining because it's not enough. he'll scoff at you because when was his dick never enough? you don't want it then? he threatens to leave you high and dry but the humping off your hips is just too tempting for him. he'll keep rutting his cock over your covered cunt before dipping it back under so he can feel the spread of your lips under the heaviness of his cock. becomes obsessed with your whiny sounds and pathetic expressions that it ends up getting him off. cums all over your mound and falls in love at the way your panties prevent his dick from twitching so much. needs to go again, has to go again. not even for punishment this time. sorry, darling. you're in for a long one.
this is more so you staking your claim on him. and ghost would absolutely love to oblige when you throw your panties over his dick before riding him. "your dick," he grins when he can feel the way the crotch of your panties rub at his balls and smearing your slick all over them (he'd worked you well over before). "my pussy." he accentuates that with a mean thrust so that you can feel the rough grind of your panties back against you. holds you in place so he can fuck you. he probably brings a hand down there to squeeze the base of his dick and stroke it with your underwear. loves the feeling of jerking off into your panties and does it in a way that you're sure it's happened before. but you just can't keep your eyes off how he wears your panties over his dick like a fucking trophy and really proves to you how much you own that dick of his.
living with alex keller means that eventually you've come to expect interruptions with work because he can't keep his hands off you... or out of your pants. starts teasing you and kissing at your neck while rubbing you over the crotch of your pants, then slowly trails his fingers under your waistband to give it to you where you really want it. the twisting of his wrist to finger your slit over your panties gets you worked up really quickly, to a point that you're clawing at his arms to get him to do something, do anything. but he's so content on teasing you that you have to take matters into your own hands. you have to flip him over and sit over his cock to grind down on it, give him a little payback because he loves your panties so much why not keep both of yours on? act like you're riding his cock as you grind down on him and listen to his grunts turn into near whimpers when your clit rubs against his balls. his cock stands tall in his own boxers and he's begging you to just ride him properly. but this feels so good, so much that you don't realize he's cumming and making a mess of himself hehe.
oh but alejandro loooves to watch you bounce your ass against him. you were in such a hurry to grind on him and show him how much you wanted him to fuck you that you didn't bother undressing all the way. alejandro is nothing but a tease. slips his dick under your panties and lets you grind against his dick like you've been wanting to. his balls slap against your clit when you move your hips back and he has a tight grip on your thigh at the hot sight of you so desperate. to be honest, nothing strokes his ego (more than your hands or ass) than seeing the huge dickprint he leaves in your underwear. it gets him going especially when the material gets sheer and he can see what color his tip is through your panties. wonders if he can still see it when his cum leaks through the material and paints it a creamy white instead.
rudy is so considerate about it. knows what your pussy wants before you do, but knows he needs to set the mood for you. rubs large, warm fingers over your folds and lets you grind against his palm at your own pace. all the while one hand slips under your shirt to pinch at your nipples and you rub your clit over the pads of his fingers. he feels you getting wetter and wetter, making sure to collect your slick and try to rub it upwards so there's less rough friction. but soon your wet panties become more and more of a nuisance so he moves them to the side to finger you properly. rubs at that clit in a way that has your hips twitching because all of a sudden it's too much. your barrier of protection that was the flimsy cloth of your underwear is gone and you're at the mercy of his fingers sinking into your pussy to stretch you out nice and good for his cock.
graves merely watches as you give him both a pantyjob and a thighjob all in one. loves to feel the burn of the crotch of your panties against his veiny cock, loves to see how his cock disappears between plush thighs, loves to see that ass bouncing up and down on him. he can feel that pussy throbbing against him and in turn his dick twitches back because fuck what a sight you are. it was your idea to treat him like this, have the power of still being dressed while he's fully naked and dick standing at attention for you. makes you feel even hotter when he lands a hand onto your ass and squeezes tight because he's going to cum soon. can't bring himself to get you to stop. he can feel you soaking through the crotch of your panties and glide against him in smoother ruts. i dunno if he's cum as hard as he does as ropes of white shoot high into the air and splatter against your ass and thighs. you want to feel it so bad against your pussy so you make sure to milk him of all he's worth and coax his cum to stain your panties and get you wetter than before.
könig doesn't want to bother you, doesn't think that the heaviness of his balls or achy, leaky, angry red dick is enough to get your attention. but he thinks you must be the same, right! so he just has to take care of you if that's the case. gets on his hand and knees and starts nudging his face between your legs. his tongue starts to scrape against your folds that you look over at him to tell him off. you have to stop yourself because the fact that he's able to feel your clit on his tongue through your panties brings him near tears of relief and you pity him so much that you let him continue. he has all the power to move your panties to the side, and he does a couple times to get a taste every now and then, but for some reason he loves the rough feeling of cloth against his tongue. lets it soak up all his spit and your own juices. in fact, holds it in place while he tongues at your pussy and his knuckles sometimes rubbing against your slit as he moans out at the taste of your damp panties.
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cw. nsfw, afab!reader, oral, overstimulation, panty stealing (dont ask pls im depraved), beard burn, scent kink of some sort *not proofread, just pure horny
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ghost is messy and kinda pervy. like he'll keep his mask on when he tells you to sit on his face type messy. will not take the mask off until you've soaked through it but you can feel his tongue push against the rough fabric as he bumps it against your clit. he has definitely used the soaked mask as fap material when he's away from you. though he's not opposed to stealing your panties if his masks aren't available to him.
if ghost was messy, then soap is sloppy. he's doped out on your taste and scent. he just wants all his senses to be you. loves to squeeze your hips while your push his face closer against your pretty cunt. once he starts, he won't stop. he just thinks you always have too much on your mind, so he's doing you a favour and making him the only thing on your mind. also, you just look extra pretty when you're tearing up sensitivity. loves how you can't tell if you want to pull him closer or push him away.
price is so so attentive. he's peering up at you as he sucks your pretty clit into his mouth. makes your thighs clench around his head just because he loves seeing how easily your body reacts to him. also loves to hear you complain that your skin is raw and sensitive but then again it is unbelievably hot to see your captain's beard dripping in your arousal.
gaz loves to have you sit on his face. literally smother him, it's what he wants. heavily encourages you to ride his face as you please. grabs your ass like he's getting paid to do so. can not and will not keep his hands off you. if you offer to suck him off, good god he'd make sure to give you the most mind blowing, toe curling, gut wrenching orgasm ever.
alejandro loves control, but he's always willing to sacrifice it for you. he'll let you take the reigns; want to sit on his face? he'll happily lie down for you. want to have him on his kness? he's already there. while his mouth is busy working on your sticky cunt, his hands are roaming all over you. it's like he's trying to commit the curves and slopes of your body to memory.
rudy is a certified lover boy. literal hearts in his eyes when he's needy for you. wants, no needs you to sit on his face. he just wants to feel your thighs on him. holds your hips down on his face so he can tongue fuck you and bump his nose into your clit.
horangi downright abuses your sweet little clit. he can't help it, you make the sweetest noises when he overstims you. he'll pin your hips down on the bed so he can trace his name on your clit with his tongue. loves to hold eye contact with you when he goes down on you. def the type to stop when you close your eyes or look away.
konig forces you to put your weight down on him. don't just hover on him. sit on him. full weight. doesn't matter if he can breathe or not. though he prefers to situate himself between your thighs with his hood on, so you can't see what he's gonna do. once you cum on his face, he isn't letting you go until you do it again. forces your body to move along his face so he can continue to please you.
keegan finds it more amusing to just pull his mask up over his nose to eat you out. simply bc he can't be bothered to take it off completely. he's a clit kisser. and he makes out with your pussy too. sitting in his office chair while he's kneeling under his desk so he can eat you out. loves to finger you while he kisses and licks your clit.
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dominant!! doesn’t really get submissive unless it’s a very special circumstance; he ranges from hard dom to mean/teasing dom
just bc he’s dominant doesn’t mean he isn’t weak for you
sometimes cries during soft sex with you,, he’s a loverboy and gets easily overwhelmed
an extremely passionate lover! he loves sex and he loves making himself and yourself feel good
big on dirty talk,,, like a lot
needs to verbalize everything he's doing and everything you're doing to him
"gonna put my fingers here, princesa... fuck- so wet..."
his favorite positions: missionary, cowgirl, spooning
missionary so he can look into you eyes and kiss away your tears when he overstimulates you, and he loves how small you get under him no matter your height
he loves cowgirl especially when you get tired of riding and collapse onto his chest, because it lets him wrap his arms around you and fuck up into your heat from underneath
spooning is for early mornings together, when you don't want to get up from your sleeping positions so instead he slides your underwear to the side and kisses your shoulder softly as he pumps into you
he's a mild fan of quickies, but what really gets him going is sex in rather unconventional places
you let him fuck you in the shower once and since then he's always begging to join you... and you usually say yes because who can resist those blue eyes
he always thought of himself as an ass man until he discovered that he cums almost instantly when you let him suck on your chest while you ride him
as soft as he can be .. he’s also very jealous
and that’s where the hard dom comes out
knows his strength and uses it to his advantage to ruin you
really likes seeing you cry, whine, beg for mercy
gets so rough, grabbing and slapping you
loves smacking you around, giving you taps to your face to get you to listen or gripping your ass during cowgirl to make you squeal
if you close your eyes or move your head away he’ll just grab your jaw with a firm hand and pull you back in
“crying on my cock so cutely, mi amor… can’t handle it? look at me, love.. don’t take your eyes off me.”
sex with ale is nasty, rough, and passionate
note: anther ale work !! tysm for the love on my previous works :)
