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what pet names do you think Kate would uses!

what pet names Kate Laswell and Valeria Garza use

a/n the ask was just for kate but i want ahead and did val to just so the post was a bit longer <3

laswell i think Kate uses pet names on the regular, nothing to special. Sweetheart, honey, basic and sweet. She uses them fairly casually, she’s pretty big on words of affirmation so she doesn’t even really notices that she uses them cause it comes naturally. She just could literally just asking you about laundry or the groceries and be calling you sweetheart. She does use them fairly often in public since she isn’t very big on PDA but she does slips and calls you sweetheart out in public a few times.

valeria similar to Kate she uses them often but she will use them on the regular in public or not. she will call you the sweetest stuff without annnyyy shame, definitely calls you sweet pet names in spanish, stuff like mi vida(my life), mi amor(my love) or mi corazón(my heart). She also will call you mean(in a affection manner) names in spanish if you don’t understand. She does that even if you do but it’s ten times more funny to her if she calls you a bitch in spanish and you have no clue what she is talking about. I could also see her saying ‘my (name)’ when she is feeling sweeter than normal.

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I tried to add some more inclusive vids like male X male plus sized and fetishes

Kyle

He is mad at you for flirting with another guy

Dryhumping childhood best friend Kyle

Kyle fucks you while you're handcuffed

Sucking his dick after deployment

After he tells you I love you for the first time (mxm)

Kyle being a good boy

Kyle and his wife

Price

John teaches his rookies some respect (mxm)

You talked back Infront of the team ( god he looks so much like price - respectable drooling not from the mouth)

Husband Price

He apologised for being so long on Deployment

John price with his new insecure sergeant

Sucking older bf price

Price is hungry for your cunt

Simon

Simon uses your cum as lube (male X male)

You're not allowed to cum (mxm)

Pre military Simon fucking his first girlfriend

Just the tip love

Simon always loved them bigger

Soap

The minute he comes back from deployment (male X male)

Johnny in lingerie

The video Johnny shows when someone asks how you look

(never shows your face but your cunt is okay -idiot)

Johnny has a foot fetish

Johnny loves you

Please let me play with your tits

Johnny is a needy bastard

Extra

The video you got after sending them a nude

But why does it give Johnny and Simon "we're just friends" vibes

Threesome with Simon and Johnny

Johnny getting himself off in the barracks

Sunshine and price from my fanfic

Valeria and Alejandro sharing you

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MW2 Reaction To You Being Their Controversially Young Girlfriend

Warnings: Implied Smut, Legal Age Gap, Age Gap Relationships, Daddy Kink, Older Man/Younger Woman, Older Woman/Younger Woman, Possessive MW2, Degradation, Mention of Corruption, Mentions of Innocence, Mentions of Naivety, Praise Kink (M Giving), Implied Choking Kink, Angry Sex, Groping, Brat Taming, Man Handling/Woman Handling, Dumbification Kink, Gentle MW2, Rough MW2, Self-Consciousness, Mentions of Blood/Injury, Insecurity, Profanity, Pet Names, Fem Pronouns Used For Reader.

Ghost

Pretends he doesn’t care about the age gap, but he secretly does.

You’d never know it, but he worries that he’s roping you into a relationship – a long-term one at that – when you should be out, meeting guys, gaining life experience.

He also fears that, in some way, he’s corrupting you, that his selfish desire to keep you close to him will lead to you being targeted or you eventually resenting him.

It doesn’t matter how many times you tell him otherwise, he’s still going to worry about you.

There are a few ways you can put his mind at ease, though. Namely of the bedroom variety.

More on this later 👀.

He spoils you silly, absolutely rotten. Anything that catches that pretty little eye of yours and he’s already got it gift wrapped. He feels it’s the least he can do after you’ve shown  him that life isn’t just an endless cycle of suffering – an infinitum of anguish – that he does deserve happiness and a chance at love.

Very gentle during sex. Unless you ask him not to be.

Expect a lot of praise in bed.

Many a night have you found yourself pinned under Simon, his mouth to your ear as he pants, moaning, telling you how you’re “Such a good girl, taking me so well,” while he fills you with long, languid strokes.

Other times, he’s not so gentle.

Oftentimes, usually as a result of purposefully making Ghost jealous, have you been pinned against a hard surface – one of convenience rather than comfort – with Simon at your back, the tent in his pants catching you.

His voice is deep, husking and carnal as he reminds you who you belong to.

“Like having your pretty little cunt ravaged by an older man, don’t you, Love.”

He’s very protective of you.

He sometimes construes your young age as innocence, naivete. Hence, he never lets you out of his sight when you’re out together.

Scary dog privileges.

Absolutely feral, down bad for you: you only have to do or say the most minimal of things to make him melt, to become a slave to his adoration for you.

That being said, he’s paranoid that one day you’ll see him as he views himself and leave him for someone better – someone you deserve. Someone younger.

He’s damaged goods, you still have your whole life to live. And yet you stay with him, promise him that he’s the only man you’ll ever love.

As stated earlier, Simon can be persuaded of your dedication to him via special, particular means.

However, if you play into his insecurities, even to get a rise out of him, he’ll pounce on you, grab your wrists and pin you to a wall, gripping your jaw and forcing you to look at him.

And, beneath dark lashes and darker eyes, he makes a promise to you.

“Oh, you think a younger lover can pleasure you like I can?” he says, his head tilting. “Don’t you worry, Darling. I’ll fuck that idea outta that pretty little head of yours until the only thing rattling around in there is me.”

König

Somewhat insecure in your relationship. Especially when he gets disapproving glances and glares from passers-by when they note the very obvious age difference between the two of you.

But, his love for you can overcome any measure of anguish, social or otherwise.

He’s the gentlest giant you could ever hope to meet, both in and out of bed.

When he feels like it.

He treats you like you’re innocent and pure, shielding your eyes from graphic scenes on TV and gruesome stories in the newspaper.

Sometimes he has to remind himself that you’re a fully-grown woman, even if you are younger than him.

You send him absolutely feral whenever you wear his clothes btw.

Seeing as any one of his shirts could be your nightdress, he calls you his “Minnie Maus”, and treats you as such.

Pls sit on his lap, he’ll only be able to die happy once you do.

He fears judgement from others whenever you enact PDA, so to make up for his lack of willing to be physical with you in public, there isn’t a moment where you’re without him at home.

Extended periods of time in your presence tend to send him a bit…funny.

A little bit silly.

And by silly, I mean there’s a single thread of humanity keeping him from tearing your clothes off at any given second.

Especially if he’s seen a younger guy looking at you earlier in the day.

One of the few times he’ll get physical with you in public is whenever he catches someone looking at you with a glaze over their eyes he knows all too well.

He approaches you from behind, slipping a pythonic arm about your waist and pulling you into him.

Only now does your admirer look away, leave the premises entirely, once they catch sight of König’s gargantuan proportions and the rabid look in his eye.

Once you get home, he’s on you before you can even shut the door.

It’s times like these that König doesn’t feel insecure about the age gap between you.

Because he knows, no matter how little you’re willing to admit it, that nobody will ever be able to make you scream and cry and tremble like he can.

“Did you like that boy’s attention earlier, Maus?” he says, his eyes cattish and voice serpentine. He bears down on you, his hand about your throat as the other travels under your skirt.

“Is my love not enough? Are my affections wasted on you?”

His eyes glint in the dim light of the bedroom. His teeth look sharper – primal – in the low glow of the bedside lamp.

“No matter. I’ll make you remember how much you need me,” he presses into you. The bulge between his legs feels far too big for you to take.

“Inch by bloody inch.”

Valeria

You’re her little Angel, her Goddess, the light of her life and her reason for living.

That does not exempt you from her teasing, however.

Sexual or otherwise.

She’s particularly fond of randomly grabbing your backside when she’s walking past, or smacking it so hard that you yelp and she’s grinning from ear to ear.

Even if you use your puppy-dog eyes on her, disobedience is not accepted under her roof.

In fact, trying to wriggle out of any punishment she has planned is enough to make her grab you and pin you to a wall, her grip unrelenting as she sucks and bites your neck, leaving harsh red marks and a sense of helplessness as she does what she pleases with you.

“Don’t go fucking around behind my back again, Chiquita,” she tells you, her nose touching yours and her eyes black. She brings her knee between your legs, pressing into you.

“Or next time I won’t just stop at your throat.”

She loves dressing you up in the finest clothing money (and a ghastly reputation) can buy.

She thrives on having you hanging off her arm like a dog on a leash; she gets to show you off to her subordinates and business partners who know they’ll never even have the thought of having a chance with you entertained.

Valeria’s mood can fluctuate in bed.

Sometimes, she treats you like a common whore she found on the street, fucking every ounce of rage, hate and venom into you until some part of you’s left bleeding as Valeria’s panting on top of you, her lips to your cheeks as she kisses your tears away with a whiplash-inducing gentleness she seemed incapable of minutes ago.

Most of the time, she’s loving and kind, putting your needs above her own.

Sure, she still teases you, makes you work for her love and dedication, but you know she’d do anything for you.

You can tell in her tone as she tells you of how she would “Scorch the earth if only to find a fragment of you in the wreckage.”

You disappearing or being taken from her is her biggest fear, and at night she holds you tightly against her chest, your buffer against the world she would sooner see in flames than relinquish you to.

Price

He’s so father-coded fr.

He calls you his little girl, his Princess, Love, Darling, Dollie — anything that highlights your fragile nature.

Shows you off to his friends just so he can show them what they’re missing. He adores the feeling of you curling further into him under the eyes of his task force, the look in their eyes relating something savage, primal, as they look at your bare thighs – the pinnacle of which shadowed by John’s shirt – and watch something they can never have, never touch.

John hides his insecurity well, but he does secretly worry about the age gap.

Especially when he watches younger men looking at you in ways he does.

The difference being that, while they offered you the world and would give you nothing, you are John’s world.

When you can tell John’s feeling worried, comforting him is a surprisingly easy task.

A kiss to the temple and the promise that he’s the only man for you is usually enough to put his mind at ease and make his face break out into a smile.

On the rare occasion it isn’t, however, alternative methods are at your disposal.

E.g. screaming John’s name into the night as your nails drag down the expanse of his back, bodies scorching as he brings you to tears with his touch and his unrelenting pace.

He will absolutely hold his rank/age over you when he’s like this, no longer a point of contention or shame for him as he tells you he’s the “Only one who can make you whimper like a fuckin’ dog,”

“Such a good girl for me, my good little cocksleeve,” he rasps in your ear as he bounces you on top of him, his hands about your waist, preventing you from fleeing or falling off.

“God, you’re so beautiful — so— fuck— gorgeous.” He’s panting, gasping, growling.

“And all mine.”

Horangi

You’re the only thing that matters to him.

At this point, he only remains as a military contractor to ensure that he can keep you in the style to which you are accustomed.

Calls you 자기야 (Jagiya – Honey, Darling).

His favourite thing to do is sit you between his legs and wrap around you like armour.

In case you couldn’t tell, he’s highly protective of you.

You can make him do absolutely anything — he’s at your beck and call.

You can get him to buy you anything if you give him what he likes to call ‘kitten eyes’ eyes.

Even if you’re being a brat, he remains calm and treats you like his little angel, his sweetpea.

Unless you push him too far.

At which point, he won’t hesitate to tame you if you try your luck.

He’ll have you bent over his lap, holding you down with his forearm as he turns your thighs and backside red-raw with the slap of his belt.

“Don’t start crying now, 자기 — you brought this on yourself.”

He never fails in the aftercare department, though.

Always filling your head with words of affirmation as he bathes you, carrying you to bed and tending to your skin with soothing creams and soft touches.

Hong-jin goes super feral crazy when you call him 오빠.

A common honorific used towards any man older than the person using it.

Even if you don’t understand the implications of it, Hong-jin does. And yes, it does tend to make him a bit silly.

Silly enough to know that he’s not going to last long and needs to get home ASAP to deal with…something.

Which he also makes your problem, pressing messy, desperate kisses to your lips as he tries to get his shirt off, your hands on his chest, feeling his heartbeat skyrocketing.

“I need you, (Y/N),” he says, breathless, almost growling. Yet, his eyes are wide, pleading. A doe-eyed prince with the aura of a wolf king. “And I’ll have every inch of you.”

Alejandro

Pre-established passionate lover.

One who is fiercely protective over you.

If anyone — and I mean anyone — catcalls you, makes passes at you, or even looks at you in the wrong way, Alejandro makes sure to enact righteous fury upon them.

He’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you’re 110% satisfied, regardless of context.

You want a new wardrobe ? It’s done. A new car ? All yours. You need Alejandro now and it can’t wait ? Why, how can he say no when you whine like that, when you tug at his sleeve and tuck your head against his shoulder.

He calls you “mi Princesa” and makes sure everybody knows you’re his and he’s yours.

A thorough lover is how you might describe him.

Especially after he’s so willing to bend you against the nearest surface to get you off, no matter the time of day.

You can bring him to his knees with just a look. Turn him from the most respected soldier in his department into a feral wolf.

Which, if you play your cards right, can end very well for both of you.

Alejandro likes to play a game whenever you’re riding him.

He grabs you by your hips and anchors you on top of him.

“Let’s see how long you can hold on for, mi Corazón,” he says, flashing you a sultry smile before he’s bucking into you at the pace of a mechanical rodeo horse at full speed.

“Holding on” can mean anything from not being pounded off Ale’s hips to staving off your orgasm for as long as you can.

Failure to do either is when you see Alejandro at his most wicked. When he’s all teeth, a shark’s grin, his eyes dark and his voice low as he tells you that he needs to “Train your endurance. How else are you going to take me again, hm?”

Needless to say, you’ll be lucky to be able to get out of bed the next day.

Rodolfo

His heart beats only for you. And as a result, he treats you like royalty.

As he should.

You want it ? You got it. 

In abundance.

You have the best of everything and Rudy loves nothing more than seeing your face light up when you receive one of his many gifts.

That, and having you sat on his lap, raking your fingers through his hair as he tells you about his day.

He omits the more gruesome details, fearing he’ll taint you with the blood on his hands if he doesn’t.

Speaking of lap-sitting, it’s your one-way ticket to an eventful afternoon with Rudy.

Cockwarming is his go-to, your legs wrapped about his waist as he fills out reams of paperwork, pressing kisses to your shoulder and telling you “What a good girl you’re being, mi amor,”

Be prepared for a tidal wave of praise for doing the bare minimum.

It doesn’t matter if Rudy’s topping or bottoming, he’s going to let you know how you’re making him feel, how nobody will ever ensnare him like you do.

“I love you,” he rasps, eyes half-lidded and skin glistening with sweat as you take him.

“I love you, I love you so much–” He growls, back arching into you as you catch a sensitive area. His chest is heaving and his eyes are dark.

“I’ll never let anyone else have you.”

Graves

This guy was made to have a controversially young girlfriend.

Calls you “Babydoll”, “Babygirl”, “Little Lady”, etc.

He unironically refers to himself as “Daddy”.

E.g. “You were eyein’n up that necklace for a while, Darlin’…” His hand slips to the crotch of his jeans, rocking his bulge into his palm.

“Maybe if you ask Daddy real nicely, he’ll get it for you.”

He’s actually very caring. He’d buy you the world if it meant seeing you smile.

He never expects anything from you in return.

He just can’t pass up the opportunity to have you in his arms, to touch you.

Graves can tend to go overboard with the gifts, though.

Calls you “young thing” when he’s feeling humourous.

On the flip-side, he can (and will) use your age gap against you. Like Price, but more Southern.

He’ll be very condescending when he’s mad, tending to use terms that undermine how intelligent and capable you really are.

“If you’d just listened to me and gotten it through your tiny head that I’m doing what’s best for you, we wouldn’t be in this situation!”

On the flip-flip-side, he uses your age gap as a jumping-off point into…dubious activities.

#1 dumbification kink enjoyer.

He’s a switch with top lean, what can I say.

“Can’t do anything without me, can you, Sweetheart.” It’s not a question. His eyes are too serious, too stern, for it to be. He’s  pounding into you, hands either side of your head, caging you beneath him.

Between his panting, he presses a wet, uncoordinated kiss to your lips.

“I’ll make sure you can’t even think without me by the time I’m done with you.”

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Continuation of the profiles! We got four more buddies to complete the gang!

Mom Laswell, gay uncles Alerudy and the crazy jail aunt Valeria!

Here's everyone togheter (also I fixed Price Up becouse he was looking lowkey weird...)

Who's Next in line???

...bye 😳

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drew valerYUHHHHH (really proud of this one)

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Breakfast, lunch and dinner (or: cod characters and how they eat you out) — plus-size!fem!reader x cod characters

Includes: Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, König, Graves, Alejandro, Rudy, Valeria

Note: take this as my formal apology for being inactive for so long :') exam week had me hanging on by a thread and i'm also suddenly moving so. yay. expect some more action after like... this week i hope

John Price

Listen. Getting eaten out by Captain Price is not, in any way, meant for your pleasure. No, this is him disciplining you. It hardly even matters what for. Maybe you have been teasing him, sliding your hand up his thigh under the table, rubbing your ass against him while passing by him. Maybe you've been a brat all day, complaining and huffing and puffing about everything, barely listening to any of John's requests and/or demands. Either way, sit on his desk and spread your fucking legs, doll. He'll be edging you for what feels like hours, tongue moving so torturously slow that all coherent thought has seeped from your brain aside from how badly you want to cum. Too bad, bad girls don't deserve to finish this easily.

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

With Simon, it's always a surprise what position you'll end up in. The only certainty you have is that it's definitely not what you'd expect, and sometimes you wish that for once he'd just lay you down and get busy. But alas, he'll have you kneeling with your face in the pillows, or bent over the back of the couch. Maybe he'll have you hanging off the edge of the bed so all the blood flows to your already overheating brain. You're clinging onto whatever you can get a hold on, mostly in pleasure, and sometimes in fear of falling when he has you up on his shoulders and leaned against the wall. Well, he doesn't exactly hear your complaining over your moans and whimpers, he argues, and he wouldn't dream of dropping you.

Johnny 'Soap' Mactavish

As with Price, this has little to do with your pleasure: it's all for his own benefit. Please, lass, he loves your cunt, and she loves him, doesn't she? Come on, let him have a taste. He could give two shits about where you are or how convenient it is— if he wants to lick your pussy, he's going to. He's down on his knees while you're desperately clinging onto the kitchen counter, or the shower wall, or the shelves of your pantry. Hell, you'd have to hope and pray a sales associate won't come by your changing room in fear of them hearing all of his moans. Oh, and you quickly find out you cannot wear a skirt around him, because it won't come down from your hips if he has any say in it.

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

He's devastatingly methodical. He knows your body better than you do at this point, and he's not afraid to use this to his advantage. He can work you just right, but the worst part is that he will refuse to. Unless you kindly ask him for it, that is. Tsk, pretty girl, use your words. Let him know where you need him, what you need him to do. He's hovering close enough that you can feel his breath on your neglected clit, your cunt clenching around nothing in desperate search for friction of any kind, but he won't do anything until you tell him in excruciating detail what you want. And be aware, any time you stop talking, he's pulling away in a second.

König

Oh, König... Sweet, wet-rag-of-a-man loser that he is, will completely lose his mind any time you allow him near your pussy. He can practically feel his brain melting while he's drowning himself in your slick, and he looks like it too. His eyes have rolled back, face flushed and his eyebrows scrunched in pure, unadulterated pleasure. His body has turned to complete mush, his cock leaking against the sheets and hands clawing onto any part of your body he can reach (which, with his arms, is basically everywhere). Unintelligible mumbles made into your cunt, teetering the edge between praise and begging. He is a little inexperienced, Schatz, so you'll have to show him how you like it. Shove his face between your folds and ride his nose, and you'll have him moaning like a bitch in heat. When he finally comes back up for air you can tell you're not the only one that reached heaven just now.

Philip Graves

I'm going to speak my truth here, he does not strike me as the kind of man to give you oral all that much. I am SORRY, but it's true. He usually prefers to get you nice and ready for him with his fingers, or by having you ride his thigh, or simply from the absolute filth he spews into your ear while dry-humping. However, on the odd occasion that Phil does get down and dirty, he aims to make it special. It's strangely sentimental, actually. It'd be outside on a picnic blanket after his homecoming, or in your shared bed after your anniversary dinner. Anything that reminds him how much he loves you, and how much you mean to him, and he's going to show you with his tongue. There's reverence in every suck, praise in every lick and prayer in every word he murmers into your core. You're his goddess and he's just here to worship you, baby.

Alejandro Vargas

For Ale, it'd be a form of gratuity much in the same way it is for Graves, though the difference is that he'll use that as an excuse even for the most menial things. His belly nice and full after your homecooked dinner, grin on his face and asking when his dessert is being served. You've been so good to him, amor, welcoming him home with a smile and a kiss and a plate waiting for him, now let him thank you properly. You fixed the button on his shirt that had fallen off? Well, put it on and lay yourself down, time to lap at your cunt in thanks. It's gotten to a point where you're convinced he just decided his goal in life is to pull as many orgasms from you as possible. Not that you're complaining, of course.

Rodolfo 'Rudy' Parras

Eating you out is, in many ways, a means to an end for Rudy. He wants to make sure you're properly prepped and ready to take his cock, so it's almost instinctual for him to bury his face between your soft thighs for a while before inching himself into you. It's part of the routine, the way he thought sex was supposed to go. It's not until you explain to him that it can actually be the main event, and that you'd thoroughly enjoy it if he maybe put in a little more effort, that it dawns on him just how much he can actually do down there and how much time he's wasted not doing it. Now, tesoro, you may have shot yourself in the foot with that one, because he now can keep you pinned down for hours, just suckling away at your clit and fucking you on his tongue, dumb grin on his face after your fifth orgasm renders you basically comatose.

Valeria Garza

The only way Valeria will actually relax for once is with your pussy in her face. Seriously, you've tried everything else: lavender baths, deep tissue massages, even trying to get her to meditate. But no, the only time you actually see her shoulders lose all their tension is when she's between your folds. She's had such a long day, vida, come sit on her face. She's not even groping you the way she usually does during sex, hands instead playing idly with the fat of your thighs and ass while all her worries melt away. There are no thoughts running through her mind aside from how good you taste, how pretty you sound and how nice you feel under her hands.

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A/N: the second photo has me LOSING IT.

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taking whatever she gives her sweet girl

admiring her favorite view

lil something before bed

obsessed with your ass (literally)

backshots go brrr

quick with her fingers

a bit needy, don’tcha think?

slow mornings

marking her girl up

helping her relax

have a seat <3

she’s mean sometimes

missing you

munch munch

her pov

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hope ya like <3

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mollie's thots - 18+ (lesbian ONLY)

just thinking about being valeria garza's little pretty bimbo. the dogs of las almas know not to question you as they'll face valeria's wrath if they do. you sit pretty, face all dolled up with jewels all over your body, on valeria's lap, kissing her neck whenever you get a moment even if she's in a dangerous meeting about drug deals. you don't care about that crap though, giggling and whispering into valeria's ear about how badly you want her. how good she looks in her uniform, brushing your perked nipples into her chest, guiding her hand to your soaked cunt before you meet her eyes with pouty glossy lips and wide glimmering eyes. it takes all of her restraint not to take you there and then, but you're definitely certain that she'll have you bare, panting and dripping on her large bed with her strap splitting your pretty cunt open, grunting the nastiest things to you in spanish as she makes you come like the little slut that you are for the umpteenth time later on. <3<3

hihi!! im mollie, a raging lesbian addicted to valeria. feel free to yap to me, i appreciate it!

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"As long as there is a war on terror, there will be no real war on drugs."

[sweet-as-an-angel]

MW2 Reaction to You Being A Virgin

Warnings: 18+, Implications of Smut, Corruption Kink, Purity Kink, Innocence Kink, Ownership Kink, Age Gap, Implied Slight Yandere Graves Inexperience, Objectification, Dominant MW2, Soft MW2, Gaz is anxious :-( but trying his best, MW2 Trying To Be Smooth, Profanity, No Pronouns Used For Reader Except ‘You’.

Ghost

The fact that you, innocent, are his to love and corrupt sends white-hot anticipation between his legs.

He’s imagined what you’d be like in bed: how you’d take him, the sounds you’d make. Of course he has – practically everyone on Base has.

But now, his fantasies are tinged with something feral. A primal need to show you that he is the best choice for you (even if he doesn’t believe it himself) – the only one strong enough and skilled enough to be yours and to make you his.

He’s fantasised about you looking up at him with doe eyes while he pins your wrists to the mattress, voice meek as you tell him, as if it’s a secret, that you’ve “Never done this before…”

He can’t live without it. The fact that he can – will – be your first time. Satisfy you in ways nobody else will ever be able to compete with.

He’d never admit it, but a dark part of him has plagued him with ideas of ravaging and corrupting you, about making your first time so pleasurable and carnal that nobody will ever be able to satisfy you as he can.

“Don’t worry, Sweetheart,” he tells you, taking your chin between his fingers. He lowers his lips to your ear. You don’t see the dark gleam in his eye. Don’t see the deliciously dark idea cross his mind – the impulse to fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to feel anything, nevermind pain. And he makes a promise to you anyway.

“I’ll take care of you.”

König

“Thought as much.” König’s words are blunt yet sharp.

“Seeing as you have everyone wrapped around your finger, it’s clear you have no regard for the way you conduct yourself.”

You may construe König’s words as mean. Derogatory, even. He means it as a compliment. Even if you don’t know it yet.

“You think I don’t see the way you flaunt yourself in front of the soldiers – thinking that you’ll be able to get away with it without consequence.”

König’s frame towers over you. His gaze is ice, and any trace of the socially anxious soldier you knew is gone.

“I wonder how you like it.” he muses aloud. His voice is tinged with something unreadable. Venomous.

“How you’ll take it. Rough, gentle…” His eyes narrow.

“Mean.”

He’s boxed you in with his stature alone.

“Makes no difference to me,” he tells you. Deceptively calm. And then, an offer. One you can’t refuse.

“I’ll fuck you every which way until I find what makes you scream the loudest.”

Soap

“Oh, really?” he says, eyebrow quirked and a hidden smile teasing his lips.

Johnny really couldn’t care less that you’ve never had sex before. But, the fact that you shared this information with him – albeit after he steered the conversation towards more…intimate topics – gave him hope that you were hinting towards something.

Something that Johnny’s wanted since he realised he was massively, whorishly down bad for you.

From his position opposite you, against the kitchen counter, he takes a step forward.

“I suppose you’re not very experienced then, are you?”

He advances until he’s in front of you. A wolf and a lamb. Close enough that you can smell his cologne.

His eyes are piercing, but there is a softness behind them. Something that writhes and wants and needs.

His hands come to rest upon the counter behind you. Nowhere for you to run. The heat from his body is scorching.

“Though, I’d be more than happy to…” His voice husks. “Beef up your résumé.”

Valeria

Corruption kink to the MAX

Valeria is a territorial, dominant woman – that much is easy to see.

And the fact that you haven’t had anyone else before her just does something to her.

Alters her brain chemistry permanently.

There’s not one soldier, police officer or government official she doesn’t own in Las Almas.

So why shouldn’t she own you, too?

Now she’s thinking of every conceivable way she’s going to take ownership of you.

She thinks about it so often that she struggles to complete her paperwork without having to disperse the issue before she can continue.

But be warned: there will come a day when satisfying herself just won’t cut it. When she’s going to seek you out and ruin you.

“It might hurt at first, mi Amor,” she tells you, hand stroking your cheek, coming down to your jaw. “But trust me when I say that–”

Her hand grips your jaw. Tight. A viper’s strike. A fire burns in her eyes and the corners of her lips curl up in a cruel smile.

“I’ll make it hurt a whole lot more if you don’t do as I say.”

Price

Given his age, Price has had his fair share of experiences.

But that doesn’t harden him to the simple fact that you haven’t.

In his eyes, there’s something endearing about how you’ve yet to give yourself to another person.

Another person that, he hopes, will someday be him.

The idea makes something in him stir. The fact that the difference between your age and his makes him that much more confident in his ability to please you in ways no mere boy can makes him anxious to act.

“Oh. Is that right, Love?” He says, eyes light and his smile dangerous.

“S’ppose you’re waiting for the right person.” His posture is inviting. Tempting. Belies the rush he’s feeling — the desire to have you at his mercy in the most carnal sense.

“Pretty little thing like you, you could have your fill of men.”

He’s angling for something. His face says it all.

He steps towards you. Again. Again. He’s in front of you.

His chest is almost to yours. His smile is shallow now. Strained. Like his pants.

“Probably looking for someone with experience.”

He thrives on the way your chest flutters. His does, too, but it’s masked beneath a  heavy stare.

“And trust me, Love,” his voice is low. A message for you and you alone as he brings his lips to your ear, breath hot against your skin.

“I’ve got plenty to spare.”

Horangi

You don’t hear it for his mask, but Horangi lets out a shuttered breath.

“That’s why you’re always so quiet when sex talk comes up.”

He says it as a fact, but you take it as a question. You nod.

Horangi’s arms unfurl from his chest, come to rest at his sides. He’s looking at you.

Even through the layers of his mask, his gaze is heavy. Leaden.

He steps towards you. His frame, broad, fills your vision.

You can hear how heavy his breathing has become. How thick the air is.

How much he’s trying to restrain himself.

“How about a deal,” he proposes. Commands.

“You give me something to have a nice, long, hard think about,” his hips are to yours. You feel him pressing against you.

“And I’ll give you something to talk about.”

Alejandro

“You surprise me, mi amor,” he says, natural as anything. As if he already knew.

“I’d have thought someone would have swooped in and claimed you by now.”

Truth be told, Alejandro wanted to be that somebody so badly that it made him ache in places he’d rather not think about. Especially when you’re already making containing himself incredibly difficult with that pouting, wide-eyed, innocent look.

God, you had no idea what you were doing to him.

“Or…are you saving yourself for someone specific?”

Before you, his frame is broad and imposing even without all his military gear on.

He takes your chin between his fingers. Tilts your head so your gaze can’t escape his. A shiver runs up his spine at the sound of your breath stuttering.

His words aren’t rhetorical. He’s pulled the answer from you – seen it in your eyes.

“Or are you just waiting for a man who knows how to take care of you?”

Rodolfo

“O-oh!” Rudy chokes out. His cheeks are already giving way to a telltale pink. He tries to cover it.

“But– you’re so pretty and smart and kind – I thought you’d have a boyfriend by now!”

In some ways, Rudy’s a bit of a traditionalist: his mind still jumps to the idea that you’d typically only be intimate with someone you’re already in a relationship with.

Not that he’d judge you if this were not the case for you.

But he sees his chance. And he takes it.

“Well, if you’re not with anyone, then…would you like to go out sometime? With me?”

His eyes are wide and filled with hope – something you’d never have expected from a  man in such a brutal line of work.

Sex is the last thing on his mind right now: truly, he’s so taken in with the idea that you’re single and available that your sexual status means very little to him.

Though, that isn’t to say he hasn’t thought about you like that before, or that he hasn’t spent many a night with his face smothered with pillows as your name escapes from between his lips, panting, moaning.

That’s a little secret for you to uncover later in your relationship…

Graves

“So you’re tellin’ me that no one’s had the privilege of fuckin’ that pretty little ass of yours?”

Graves sure has a way with words.

For all his slimy business practices, this is the one time he’s genuinely surprised. Unable to be slick.

He puts his game face on. Gives you a half-lidded stare and lowers his voice. His heart hammers: he conceals it behind a cool tone.

“Well, colour me impressed, Angel,” he says. A hand comes to the hem of your shirt, takes it between slow, intentional fingers. He has to resist the urge to look at your chest when he pulls the fabric taut.

“And here I was thinkin’ I already knew everything about you.”

He’s moving in before you can analyse his statement. Before you can begin to understand how badly this man has lusted after you – how deeply entrenched in your life he’s become. And all without you knowing.

He places a hand on the wall behind you. Presses himself closer to you.

“How much to let me be the first,” he drawls. Your eyes widen. His thin smile grows.

“And last.”

Gaz

Bless his little cotton socks, he doesn’t know what to do with both this information and himself.

See, despite being incredibly intelligent, Gaz is still the youngest of the 141, so he’s not entirely accustomed to situations like this.

He can’t tell if you’re hinting, flirting, or just telling him something about yourself.

He remembers what Soap taught him, though.

Should a situation arise where someone is flirting with you, just use your intuition and don’t fuck it up.

Gaz leans against the doorframe, almost misses, scrambles to resume his ideal posture.

“Oh, so we’re more similar than you’d think, then.”

He can feel Soap banging his head against a wall. Jesus, Gaz – at least try to impress (Y/N) !

At your raised eyebrow and your playful “Oh?” Gaz coughs. His voice lowers.

“But…” he steps closer. “Maybe we can un-virgin each other.”

Long story short, Gaz has no idea what he’s talking about. But, somehow, his nervous disposition and pretty boy charm have enamoured you. And you may have told him you’d take him up on his offer 👀.

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[murmiss]

Neglected Beta!Y/N And the bad pack! 141

Part4

Warnings: alcohol, a bit obsessive, amorous mood, I don't know what else to add, except to warn about possible mistakes, repetitions of words, mistakes in grammar. Valeria was also added to the story, and I want to know if you are interested in seeing her too.

I checked the text several times, but if I missed something, don't be afraid to let me know, sometimes I don't notice obvious mistakes

in my head, I have the outlines of another branch of the Story, where, on the contrary, TF141 would be a Good Pack, or another one where they would realize themselves.

I'm also thinking of creating a bot on the topic of "Beta Reader" based on this story.

"So... you're just walking? Alone.. At night.. On the highway.." - Kruger's deep baritone sounded. He was a large man, with very developed hands, and it even seemed that his hands were bigger than Ghost or Soap's.

You involuntarily sighed, looking at them, and your gaze moved from one to the other. Maybe they are not such idiots, since they decided to really help you and take you away from the terrible road and disgusting rain.

"ahem-ahem" - Horangi coughs, and then his ringing laughter, when he, clearly enjoying the fact that you are looking at him, cheerfully said: "well, princess? Finally, you saw it..." - before he can finish, Konig sharply nudges him in the side with his elbow, forcing Horangi to choke from the sharp pain and giggle again, but still shut up after a few moments and continue the trip

It was dark outside, and the light on in the car didn't allow you to see anything out the back window, forcing you to stare stupidly at your own reflection.

Disgusting. Tousled, wet hair, wrinkled clothes and smudged mascara were something very contrasting with your usual perfect appearance. A broken image of a good girl, an exemplary housewife and a modest beta.

You grin, look with annoyance, make a face, trying to depict in your own facial expressions, in a grin, all your hatred. Towards yourself or towards your pack? You don't know.

You look up, and after a few moments you notice a pair of eyes. Kruger, the fucking bastard, was looking back at the reflection and smiling. Out of fear or embarrassment you let out a squeal and turn your face to this impudent bastard and... you can't say anything... he looks at you, smiles impudently and his cheeks turn crimson with shame. You mumble something unintelligible, but Kruger's laughter interrupts, and his cheerful voice says: "be careful, we have a little thing with fangs here."

It seems that your cheeks become even redder, and you lower your gaze to your knees, suddenly falling into your melancholic state.

They laugh at you again. Again and again.

Kruger's face changes from brave to panicked in a matter of seconds and he hesitates a little, his hand hovering over your back and hesitating, not understanding whether he can touch you.

Konig's growl came from the front seats, damn protective, leader and warning: "Kruger, damn you"

Kruger smiles awkwardly and scratches the back of his head and stares off to the side. A couple of minutes of driving in silence and then, having plucked up courage and calmed down, you say: "Ah.. Eh... Where are we going?"

Horangi breaks into a smile and says boldly: "To your new home", and Konig again sharply and painfully nudges his comrade in the side with his elbow. The big guy did not want to scare you at all, but in his thoughts everything was already determined.

“To our pack home.” - Kruger corrected the situation, again drawing attention to himself.

You just sigh. You don't really care who you're going to. More precisely, you know that you're safe, that they, even though they're a bunch of idiots, won't touch you.

Your thoughts involuntarily return to your pack, and your shoulders involuntarily sag. You peer into the darkness again, but this time, stuck, looking at one point, you already see alternating trees, shimmering in the light of the lanterns and smoothly growing into country houses.

They're probably all having fun. They're probably happy, they're well-fed and don't even think about where you are, and that makes your soul even heavier.

You're pulled out of the stream of depressive thoughts by a light pat on your knee. You look over and see Kruger's hand on your knee. He's not being rude, not flirting, but as if he's giving you that little bit of support you need.

You nod unconsciously, sigh again, and as soon as the car stalls near one of the dark houses, you jump out without thinking. It's chilly outside, and your skin is covered in goosebumps, and you shudder, hunching slightly, Trying to warm yourself, you hug yourself with your arms. However, literally a few moments later, a heavy leather jacket with some old-fashioned stripes falls on your shoulders. You turn around and meet the silent gaze of a man in a hood - Konig gave you his jacket, although it was several steps to the house.

Horangi whistles and, getting out of the car after the others, immediately goes to the trunk, starting to unload his own purchases.

"Wow," you sigh and carefully, with interest, examine the boxes. Even in your pack eat less, damn it. A few cases of beer, bags of groceries.

Konig looks at your curious face for a long moment and can’t help but smile. Suddenly, he takes a pack of strawberry marshmallows out of his bag and hands them to you. You think for a few seconds, then carefully take them and say warningly, “I don’t have any money with me.” To which Konig grunts, grinning and says with obvious amusement in his voice, “No need for money, these are for you, baby.” You step in his way again and, not quite understanding their behavior, simply nod, deciding not to ask questions. Horangi, peeking out from behind the slightly open front door, curses again in pure Korean and immediately dilutes it with English: “이리 오세요! 그 여자를 얼어붙게 하지 마!(Damn it! Don’t freeze birdie!)! Konig, bring her here!”.

And as if by a snap of his fingers, Konig came to his senses and immediately led you to the house, finally allowing you to look at the interior of his pack's cottage. It was interesting to you, it had once seemed larger than your pack's house, but it was still unusual.

Hearing a clear female voice, growling harshly with a strong accent, you immediately became nervous, standing at the threshold, unable to take a step further into the house. Omega. Of course, they were not trying to hit on you, and their compliments were nothing more than just a kind gesture. Of course, they would choose an omega. Unconsciously, images of a girl, an omega with character, whom Konig was hugging, popped into your thoughts, and the mental comparison led to the realization of your own inferiority. Their cute nicknames and phrases were nothing more than a kind gesture. You involuntarily winced, and then came to your senses. Do you even care? This is not your pack. What do you care about their damn omega? But honestly, somewhere deep down you still hoped that all these weird compliments were real.

You were immediately brought to your senses by a voice and, looking up from the floor, you met bright, black eyes. It was a woman of a strong, athletic build, taller, with dark short hair and a clearly dominant nature. You had never seen such an omega before.

Woman spoke: "¿Quién demonios es ese? ¿Es la chica?" (Who the hell is that? Who's the girl?).

You immediately felt goosebumps crawling down your back and opened your mouth, wanting to say something, but before you could even figure it out, the suffocating aroma of rum and cinnamon hit your nose. You involuntarily squirmed and slowly, from nerves, but surely realized that in front of you was not an omega but an alpha. Why would she release so many pheromones if they had no effect on you? You're a beta, not an omega, and the last thing you care about is what they smell like or what cologne they wear.

The woman grins and clicks her tongue, comes closer and grabs your chin with her fingers rather roughly, turning your head from side to side, saying something in another language: "hermosa" (beautiful)." You frown again, hugging yourself protectively, you are still shaking from the alcohol you drank earlier, and the distinct weakness and approaching fatigue make everything much worse. You do not answer, and behind your back you hear another growl of the leader. It was worth Konig to be distracted for a couple of seconds, as someone is already laying claim to his bird?.. That is, of course, his flock can pay attention.. But until he leaves HIS mark, he will subconsciously perceive this as rivalry. Valeria is a woman, as many say, "with balls", she is cunning, strong in character and will, drives many betas and omegas crazy.

Konig's growl was uncontrollable, just seeing his birdie being touched sent him into protective mode.

Protecting and guarding, loving, building a nest, marking - everything that was spinning in his head, making him choke at the thought of puppies, or at the slightest touch to you, everything that was deep in his obsessive brain. He was not ashamed, but in his soul he, like his pack, felt relief at the thought that everything turned out this way. Finally, finally you were alone, without the control of your shitty pack, finally you were no longer looking through rose-colored glasses at a gang of people who did not appreciate you.

And finally you saw him. Your beautiful eyes, the curve of your lips, the smile, even if sarcastic - all this was like a curse, making him, the old colonel, feel trembling in his legs. And he damn well shouldn't have given his heart to some girl. But he did, and he doesn't regret it one bit.

"Calm down, big guy, I'm just curious," Valeria replied with a smirk, her eyes sparkling with mischief, her brown gaze never leaving the leader. She knew how weak he was towards you.

You look at one of them and then the other with confusion, and you can't help but clear your throat, seeing their obvious resistance. "Can I go in further or should I call a taxi?".

"No!" - a growling voice interrupted you almost immediately, and you frowned even more: "No, I mean..."

"In that very one, birdie, you're coming here" - Horangi diluted the atmosphere, leaning out into the corridor with his signature smile. In response, you sigh, follow the Korean, leaving a couple of Alphas to sort things out with each other.

You walk into the living room, it is a large, rather spacious space. The sofa is long, made up of several blocks, or, to be more precise, several sofas pushed together into one long structure. There are several armchairs along the edges and a small, but long, low table in the middle, on which snacks and drinks were already laid out. At the sight of multi-colored bottles with bright labels, you feel nausea creeping up on you, remembering that same shitty tincture that you bought for pennies an hour earlier.

You want to go to the couch, but decide to look in the mirror for a few seconds, and then, without paying attention, take a step towards the couch. But immediately suspecting something is wrong, you turn around and meet your reflection in the eyes. This is fucked up.

Mascara is smeared across your cheeks, and your wet hair is fluffed up and disheveled. The sundress is not bad, but wrinkled.

"This is shit" - you whisper, sighing, demonstrating all your disgust. Although what did you expect? As if something colossal would happen in half an hour's drive, but, unfortunately, you are not in a fairy tale.

"I completely disagree" - a rough voice is heard from behind, forcing you to reflexively turn around with a squeal and meet the gaze of blue eyes. That idiot Kruger again? or... wait... no.

The man is wearing a mask, big black sweatpants and a T-shirt with blue and white stripes. You frown again, but you don't take your hand off your chest, you can still feel your heart beating. Who the hell is this?

"И все же ты такая милая (You're such a cutie,)" the Russian words are clear. You frown again, to which the man chuckles. He stands with his hands in his pockets, but slowly and deliberately he pulls one hand out, reaches out and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, saying with tenderness in his voice, "Don't frown, smiling suits you better."

Why do they even care about your appearance? What the hell do they even want, you have absolutely no idea. And there is only one thing on your mind, the desire to drink and fall face down into soft pillows, in your warm room and soft fluffy blanket.

"Have you met Nikto? This big guy is the most secretive, you know" - once again the atmosphere is saved by Horangi, who nodded towards the table with a smile - "come here, birdie".

"Why birdie?" - you ask, moving closer to the middle, hoping that you will not disturb anyone.

"Why birdie? You know, they are so tiny, they need a nest, protection and all the love" - ​​the Korean laughs easily.

What does he even mean?

You nod again, this time you are silent. Konig, Valeria, Kruger enter the living room. Kruger was shirtless, in only shorts, and, finally, without a mask.

So interesting.. For the first time you see some without their signature masks, and out of curiosity you look at his features, absorbing every scar that adorns his face, not even noticing how this idiot plays with his muscles. Curiosity about his face completely distracted you from his chiseled muscles.

Horangi pours a bottle into glasses and, distracted, you take it, boldly taking sips, not looking away from Kruger. Surprisingly, his wide black eyebrows suited him, adding unreal brutality.

A sudden rustle on the left brought you to your senses and, turning your gaze, you immediately meet the face of the bare chest of the Konig. Even sitting, he remained big guy.

The alcohol you drank, mixed with a new portion loosened your tongue and you, smiling, asked in a perky voice: "What kind of wet T-shirt contest is this?"

Konig just smiles under his mask, watching your reaction carefully, sitting down more comfortably and stretching out his legs. He was still a big man fellow, with strong muscles.

One glass follows another, and you feel how the previous misunderstanding and fear evaporate damn fast, leaving behind a feeling of freedom. You don’t want to remember the existence of packs, betas, omegas or Alphas. There is only you, a bunch of cool guys, and all this alcohol on the table.

“Oh, I didn’t say that!” you laugh, smiling from ear to ear and not taking your eyes off the Konig’s face. He was sitting without a mask, like everyone else in this living room. Valeria’s laughter attracts you again and you turn your gaze to the woman, swallowing nervously when she shoots her eyes, winks, whispering hotly: “Oh, no, cariño.” In response, you giggle and turn your gaze with interest to Nikto, who was sitting in the chair to the right of you, only smiles, and, having finished peeling the tangerine, stretches it out, calling out “Детка (Baby).”

For the first time in these few hours, you felt like a person, a personality. And what is there to say? Honestly, you yourself didn’t know that you could talk for so long and, most importantly, be listened to.

Oh my God, you’re drunk as hell, and you’re happy, without a single thought.

“Stay with us,” a quiet voice asks in complete silence. You frown, sleepily open your eyes and answer just as quietly: “Why?”

Who are you with anyway? Where are you anyway? There was too much alcohol for you to remember every conversation.

A soft kiss touched your forehead, and you also frowned sleepily, fidgeting in bed and squinting at the man in front of you. The big guy looked with tenderness, with love, and with which he tried to express himself: “You got into my soul, under my skin, under my ribs. I need you, my pack needs you.”

Just the words alone make your soul feel warm... And you just smile silly before your eyes close and sleep takes you somewhere far away.

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[diejager]

Kinktober 2024 masterlist

Welcome to my first Kinktober! I'll try posting something everyday for this event, but I can't promise anything.

REMINDER: A few of these drabbles will be DARK [contains: DUB-CON/NON-CON & RAPE], but there will be drabble-specific warnings. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT - MDNI.

d - dark

Navigation

Day 1 - Pegging (König x fem!reader)

Day 2 - Anal beads (Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x gn!reader)

Day 3 - Public sex + orgasm control (Nightwing x fem!reader)

Day 4 - Cockwarming + hickeys (John Price x fem!reader) | d

Day 5 - Double Penetration + Praise/Degredation (Kyle "Gaz" Garrick)

Day 6 - Face sitting + 69 (Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!reader)

Day 7 - Knife play + gags (Ghostface x fem!reader) | d

Day 8 - Bondage + blindfold (Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!reader) | d

Day 9 - A/B/O (Alpha!Valeria Garza x omega!reader)

Day 10 - Oral fixation (Rudolfo Parra x gn!reader)

Day 11 - Somnophilia + breath play (Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!reader)

Day 12 - Hunter/prey + uniform (Red Hood x fem!reader) | d

Day 13 - Sex pollen (Miguel O'Hara x fem!reader) | d

Day 14 - Monsterfucking (The Unknown x fem!reader) | d

Day 15 - glory hole + free use (Cod x fem!reader)

Day 16 - Phone sex + orgasm denial (Ghostface x fem!reader)

Day 17 - Period sex + fluff (Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x fem!reader)

Day 18 - Cock ring + dacryphilia (Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x fem!reader)

Day 19 - Cock worship + prince albert piercing (Miguel O'Hara x fem!reader)

Day 20 - Threesome + chocolate aphrodisiac (Nikto + Krueger x fem!reader) | d

Day 21 - Glove kink + hair pulling (Nightwing x fem!reader)

Day 22 - Food play + mating press (Konig x fem!reader)

Day 23 - Frottage + stockings (Red Hood x fem!reader)

Day 24 - Mirror sex + dumbification (Alejandro Vargas x fem!reader)

Day 25 - Interrogation role play + aftercare (Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!reader)

Day 26 - Anonymous sex + formal wear (Johnny "Soap" Mactavish x fem!reader)

Day 27 - Tit/thigh fucking (Micheal Myers x fem!reader) | d

Day 28 - Voyeurism + cuckhold (Ghostface x fem!reader) | d

Day 29 - Shower sex + sloppy kisses (Red Hood x fem!reader)

Day 30 - Edging + brat taming (John Price x fem!reader)

Day 31 - Mommy kink (Valeria Garza x fem!reader)

🎃👻HAPPY HALLOWEEN 👻🎃

[kittifangzz]

i made a lot of these at like 3:am and then passed out

tw// some of these r suggestive ig

enjoy

i got most of these images from pinterest btw if anyone was wondering