#los vaqueros smut

[blingblong55]

Sweat- Rodolfo Parra NSFW

Based on a request:

Desperate for some Rudy smut! My baby doesn’t get enough attention.

F!Reader, smut, 18+, MDNI, P-in-V, unprotected sex

It was midnight when he and you awake, he in the kitchen and you in the room. You were looking back at the videos you and him had created the night before, your moans playing over and over the speakers of your phone. You felt the sudden urge to go and mess with Rudy. Your steps are silent as you approach him from behind, kisses on his neck, your arms wrapped around his waist. "Hm, missed me that much, cariño?" he smiles and leans back, letting you kiss him more. You nod and smile, "So much, Rudy, I need you." Your voice is low and seductive.

He chuckles and then lets out a small gasp as he feels your hands wander his trousers. "You are not so innocent, R/N," he whispers, the grip he had on the pan he was using becoming weaker. You find your way to his boxers and you begin to slowly tease his length. He let out a soft moan, wanting to turn around and kiss you but you won't budge. You begin to stroke his every needy dick, he smiles and moans. He leans further back into you, and you kiss and nibble on his neck. He moans and smiles, the pleasure you always made him feel being greater than anything. He turns the stove off, and you continue to stroke his dick, making him more and more desperate for you to be a little rougher with it.

Needs that release now more than ever. He turns around and carries you, your hips around his waist. He begins to kiss your lips, savouring heaven as if it was the first time. He lays you on the bed, kissing your neck and trailing to your chest, like a madman he removes your shirt and shorts. The nightwear on the floor, he smiles and opens your legs, looking at you before placing himself in you. You nod, giving him consent.

You both gasp as he begins to thrust into you, moans and whimpers echo around the room. As they become more aggresive and passionate, the more you hold onto him. His kisses so wet and playful. "Rudy, fuck…i…so close." your head thrown back, his size making you get closer and closer to your orgasm. You can't create complete sentences as he melts your brain away. Your body and his, fitting perfectly together. His forehead against yours, sweat dripping down from both of you. Your legs wrapped to his sides, his hand on the back of your head while the other holds your hips.

You moan loudly and lean in and as you were unable to kiss him, you bite his lower lip. He groans as he gets more desperate for his release. A knot is formed in your stomach, your orgasm getting closer by the second, your head thrown back into the pillow. He groans louder, raspier and more desperate for his own release. Your eyes to him, watching as he rams his hips between your thighs. Your hands grip his arms, back arched as you cum. Your loud moans turn to whimpers when he doesn't stop thrusting into you. "Rudyyy…fuck…please…i can't..you don't know what you are doing to me!" you became sensitive as his fingers abused your clit.

He chuckles and leans back, his hand gripping your hips the second his cock began to ooze out his warm and thick seed inside of you. "Oh fuck oh fuck…" he moans and looks at you, a grin on him as he pulls out and watches his seed leak from you.

"Cariño, look at that beautiful," he leans in and plants a intimate and passionate kiss on your lips.

[sombrashe]

not edited | written on mobile | gn! reader

taking the tip of your tongue you trace over the very prominent vein. Letting out a hum you lap at his tip. The tang of pre cum and sweat burn your cheeks. His dick jumps against your palm and you smile giddy. so reactive. Gently sucking on his glans you allow the spit filling your mouth to trail down his dick. Gathering it with your palm you focus on squeezing and tugging at his shaft. Making sure to squeeze just a little tighter, only wanting to hear him whimper with every rough yank. Moving him further into your mouth his tip hits the back of your throat with every bob of your head. Twisting with every inch you took before squeezing when you pulled off. Gasping breaths took over the loud noises your throat makes every time you pull back. Breathing heavily through your nose you focus entirely on his pretty cock. Tracing the tip of your tongue along the edge of his cut tip you pull away to admire the subtle curve of his shaft. He really is such a pretty little thing and you made sure to let him know as such. His fingers tightly grip onto the end of the cable. Usb connector presses into his fingertips as you continue to tease him with your tongue. Switching your attention to pumping him you look up at him with misty eyes. Your throat strained with every inch you took him. His girth stretches your jaw so you're forced to take small breaks. You take this break opportunity to shower him with praise, his whimpers only stirring you on.

"My pretty boy. You know that? How pretty you are, baby? How pretty your dick is? How much I love having you in my mouth? Of course you don't, baby. Bet you can't even think much about anything right now. So close to cumming. Do you wanna cum?"

He can only make the subtlest of sounds. Faint whines crescendo into noisy moans. Taking him back into your mouth you bob your head with newfound vigor. You want nothing more than to hear him break. Feel him lose control on your tongue. His musk invades your every sense, in every sense of the word. The taste of him lends to the intense smell invading your nose with every motion. The smell helps your eyes water as they stay gently closed, teardrops floating down the swell of your cheeks. The brush of his pubic hair tickles the flat edge of your nose. His flesh on his hips start to spasm with every bend of your neck. Tender touches leave a fire on his unblemished skin. Nails delicately trace around the few moles littering the lower half of his body. He's no match for your endless movement. The bobs, squeezes and vibrations are sent straight to his abdomen. You can feel the way his lower abdomen contracts as he nears his end. Muscles convulse as that coil finally snaps. The long build up leads to a sneeze of pleasure bursting from behind his skin. When he comes down he is all gasps and cries of your name. You place a tender kiss to the spot right above his belly button. Moving up with your body you can finally undo the phone cord keeping his hands in place.

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[sky-is-the-limit]

I'm not breathing okay.

[kittsch]

ranking cod boys' intimacy style from gentle to rough feat: 141 + los vaqueros + others reader: afab, implied different readers for each cw: explicit smut, kink, fluff, pretty tame imo but lmk if you'd like something tagged NSFW BELOW CUT * MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

1.) the gentlest, surprisingly, is ghost. make no mistake, he'll absolutely fuck the daylights out of you if you ask him to -- would enjoy it, too. but as simon riley... honestly, this man is touch-starved and nearing forty. he is tired, baby. coming home from deployment, first thing simon does is shower (knows you hate the smell of war on him), then take a fat nap with you. if you're in the middle of something, no you're not. he'll literally scoop you up and fireman-carry you to the couch or bed, whichever is closest. simon loves holding you, wants to be touching you all. the. time. his favorite way to nap is wrapped around you like a fitted sheet; skin on skin, nose in your hair as he breathes in the scent of your shampoo. loves it even more when, later, he gets to wake you with soft, open-mouthed kisses on your neck; the flat of his palm sliding down the gentle swell of your tummy, cuping you through your sleep shorts. simon likes you best like this. how you just... melt into him, still sleep-sodden and docile. it's one of the few things that feels right in his life. chemically, cosmically, karmically (somehow--simon doesn't think he'll ever feel like he earned this. you. that he'll ever really deserve to be yours). he takes his time; fucks you slow with his fingers, savoring your muted whimpers as he grinds into your clit with the heel of his hand. to simon, watching you come apart in the firm circle of his arms is kin to a fresco on a ceiling; a sliver of the divine, and he, a sinner, doomed to watch heaven from afar. but by some small miracle, you offer him salvation. when you cum, it's with his name on your lips, so round and lush with love, and fuck--if that isn't the thing to save him, then nothing will.

2.) second is rudy. sweet, sweet boy. he sees you barefoot in a sundress one time. one. that's all it takes to precipitously shift the trajectory of his life to one where he wifes you up and makes you a mother, in that order. you're the first person he's ever envisioned having children with -- the only one he thinks knows will be worth risking everything for. and once that mental picture settles in his mind, it’s all he can think of. it becomes his sole mission to get you under him and fill you with him til it takes. rudy is a missionary guy through and through--wants to see that pretty face, cariño so he can watch your cheeks and chest flush when you're about to cum. and the cute way your lashes flutter ("como alles de pollila, mi amor. fuck--") as he bottoms out in your sweet pussy, stretching you so good. and you're always so good for him -- wrapping your legs around his waist and tilting your hips to take him deeper, deeper. but god help you when he succeeds in knocking you up, you’re never getting a moment alone. consider rudy glued to your side for the foreseeable future. can’t seem to keep his goddamn hands to himself, either. doesn't matter that you’re uncomfortable and prickly and prone to random bouts of inconsolable crying at the worst moments. he takes it all in stride. his love is steady, solid. once, you blurt out something to the effect of i'm never going to be attractive again, my body is gonna be ruined by the end of this. and rudy (after a beat) laughs. pulls you forward til your face is buried in his chest, cradles you there when you try to squirm away. tells you he's literally so attracted to you right now he feels like he should be on some sort of list. he's watching you build a new human being inside your body. you're fucking powerful. he can't imagine anything sexier.

3.) next up is könig. from jump, he adores you; the way you smolder at the edges, the unwavering bite of your tone. kleine katze, such pretty claws you have... and he's perfectly content to settle for admiring you from afar; but where others shy from him instinctually, finding his size and perpetual quiet off-putting, you don't. seem to gravitate towards him because of it. you touch him with a gentleness that should feel foreign, but actually feels like home. this man is fucking gone for you. loves you in a way that irreparably and fundamentally changes him. may or may not have cum more than once to the thought of you: hips bucking desperately into the clench of his own fist. but he knows precisely nichts about romance, even less about flirting. has no idea you've been trying to get his attention for months. ultimately, you have to make the first move. and you do--crawling into his lap one night in a grimy off-grid safehouse after a mission went the wrong kind of sideways. when you draw up the mask he goes rigid, tense; but he almost lost you today. (thought for one endless, horrific moment that he had.) so he lets you pull back the mask--lets you see his face. and when you finally kiss him, it pulls a kind of sound out of him the likes of which he's never made before. a desperate, animal keen that claws at the walls of his chest. and könig's a gentle giant, but he is giant. you're both too hasty the first time; too desperate for closeness to prep properly, so it hurts when he bullies his cock inside you. he's significantly bigger than any of your previous partners -- twice as thick and several inches longer -- and by all rights shouldn't fucking fit inside you, but you're both tenacious enough to make it work. könig is certain salvation resides in the gummy clutch of your cunt when you take him to the hilt; shuddering as you cum around him from nothing but the way his cock stuffs you full and the pressure of his calloused thumb on your clit. it's so unbelievably hot, he cums on the spot; not needing friction or movement when he has you clenching down on him like that, scheiße. after, he takes care of you--holds you close to his chest til your breath evens out and you slip into the dreamless, black pool of sleeping.

4.) alejandro, my love. truly a man of passion. it's a long process seducing you, and he enjoys every minute of it. loves finding new ways to get you to blush almost as much as he enjoys fucking you til you're blubbering and cock-stupid. almost. he likes the idea of having a family with you, but is less pernicious about it than rudy. he knows how he feels about you; is confident it'll happen someday. that said, this man's breeding kink knows no bounds. the mating press was built for him; the perfect mix of intimacy and intensity, where he can look you in the eye as he ruts you so deep you can feel him in your fucking throat. also the most likely to suggest expanding your sexual horizons. frankly, alejandro is bisexual as fuck. loves the idea of you getting railed by another man (perhaps rudy, winkwonk) while he watches; loves the idea of you taking the both of them at once even more, but it's always about you. your comfort and pleasure is paramount, and he'll go to unfathomable lengths to make sure your needs are met. happy wife, happy life, he says, hauling you into a deep kiss when you point out that you're not technically married, yet.

5.) alex is the perfect equilibrium of rough and gentle. initially respects you as a colleague, maybe a friendly acquaintance. internally, he finds your competence and no bullshit attitude deeply attractive, but he's a consummate professional; would never put you into a position where you'd feel unsafe (outside of the obvious dangerous shit you already do). and then--he sees you shoot a gun. the way your body slides liquid-smooth into weaver, the easy roll back into isosceles in the recoil... it gets him so fucking hard so fucking quick. he has to physically remove himself from the range and rub one out in a bathroom stall, images of those firm hands pumping his weeping cock pulling him over the edge. images that don't fade, to his chagrin, even after the initial arousal is dealt with. every time he sees you, it just... pops back up, so to speak. he keeps it locked down as best he can, but fails pretty comprehensively at doing so. alex finally breaks after catching one too many recruits staring after you when you walk away (fuckin' animals--only he's allowed to do that). he seeks you out when you're both off the clock and ends up fucking you on top of one of the washing machines in the base's communal laundry room. the epitome of soft dom, comes pre-programmed with an obligatory daddy kink that you absolutely abuse to get your way. takes you out to nice restaurants seemingly for the express purpose of fucking you in the fancy-schmanzy bathroom. honest-to-god almost passes out when you choke on his cock for the first time; begs like his life is on the line for you to do it again, please, please--oh, fuck baby, yes. that experience reveals two truths to him: one, that he might be a switch, and two, that he might just have to marry you.

6.) now, keegan is a pretty tough nut to crack. it's hard to read him initially, even without the mask--but once you pick up on his tells, he's an open book. and that book wants you upended on the couch within seconds of you both entering the room. initially its just sex; a shared need to vent some frustration and stress. keegan is very private, mostly due to social discomfort and introverted tendencies. in the early days of your relationship, it manifests as him keeping you at a distance. for the first few months, he only ever kisses you when he's balls deep, and leaves after a five-minute come down. you rectify this through sheer persistence and charm. it's clear to you (far sooner than it is to him) that he's weakest to you when you give him big, sweet doe eyes and ask real pretty. this little trick works particularly well when you're riding him slow over the course of an hour, grinding down each time he bottoms out, til he's shuddering and begging you to please go faster--ah. f-fuckin' hell, kid, you're so tight, so good, fuck. when he cums, it's with a crackling whine of your name that pulls the knot of heat in your belly, sending you over after him. then, exhausted and fucked out, he falls asleep with you in his arms. he's still there the next morning when you wake, expression open and lax as he watches you wake. it's the first time you see keegan without reservations, when you realize he's got a gentleness to him--a kind of poet's sensitivity meant for libraries, museum archives, and the kinder side of nature. all overwritten by force to survive, to complete his mission. once you've seen the cracks in his mask, there's no going back for either of you. very quickly, your relationship shifts from distant and transactional to deeply personal; a tenderness blooming in the same garden as the newfound dedication to one another. keegan doesn't say I love you for a long time, but you know he does--you feel it in the way his dark eyes find you in a crowd, always seeking your familiar shape. you feel it in the way he presses your bodies flush from tip to tail while he's fucking you, when being inside of you isn't close enough. you feel it when he, for the very first time, asks you quietly if you'll stay the night with him, because he sleeps easier when you're there. so you stay--the night, and all those that follow.

7.) oh, gaz. such a mischievous little shit. your friend from your training days, you two scrap like puppies over anything and everything. banter is the cornerstone of your relationship, one-upping being a close second. you delight and infuriate one another in equal measure, bickering amongst yourselves til one of you takes a swing at the other. price has reprimanded you both multiple times for horsing around, but you're never in any real danger--you work too well together. there's a kind of shared consciousness between you; a base-level understanding, two wolves hunting in tandem. still, ghost refuses to let either of you sit together on the heli; not since that one time your game of grabass devolved into full-on grappling on the tarmac. ultimately, one of your little tiffs goes too far; ends with you both laid out on a training mat, groaning into each other's mouth as you grind your hips together through your clothes. you both pretend it didn't happen for maybe a week--then it happens again. and again. and again. being 'together' is never something you actually discuss with kyle. it just... happens. much to the chagrin of your lt and captain, the bickering actually increases when you two get together; becomes more like foreplay you can get away with doing in front of your superiors. and if this man isn't an absolute goddamn menace when it comes to exhibitionism. when he wants you, doesn't matter if you're in the middle of a meeting. fuck it--it's happening, and it's happening now. very playful in and out of the bedroom, likes teasing you in every sense of the word. he edges you so long sometimes you nearly kick him in the head when he finally lets you cum. there's my girl--oh shi--ah, haah, good fuckin' girl. he's largely aloof when it comes to his emotions--not the best at verbalizing how he's feeling or what he needs. so instead, he shows you. he shows up every. single. time. kyle's your friend before he's your lover; your partner in (war) crime(s). he's always got your six, you've always got his, and what is love if not someone who'd die (and live) for you?

8.) soap proudly describes himself as a pleasure dom, which is mostly true. but he's got serious switch potential. which you know for a fact because fuckin' hell, does that boy whimper somethin' pretty when you throat him juuuuust right. he's such a 'tits' man, it's crazy. loves to hold you close, feel your breasts smashed against his chest while he drives deep into the tight clutch of your cunt. but most of all, soap loves being on his knees for you. this man definitely moans while he eats you out, tonguing your pussy like it's a mouth. he feels big in every sense of the word--in sex, in love, in anger. and make no mistake, he loves you deeply. you two have some serious yelling matches, storm about slamming doors til the neighbors threaten to call the feds, but it's just your way. you're both headstrong and stupid; arguments are bound to happen, and any unresolved hurt feelings get a solid patch-job from the frankly earth shattering makeup sex that follows. like rudy, soap wants a big family with you, and he knew early. actually doesn't tell you just how early til years down the line. how after your first official date, he called his ma and asked if she'd send his nan's ring, please? because he's pretty sure he just met his future wife. said ring which glitters on your hand now, as you reach over and flick his forehead teasingly. tell him he can stop trying to romance you, you're already married. and could he grab more diapers on his way home from work?

9.) as are all things with graves, your sexual relationship is about power. he's an asshole in the worst way--condescending, smug, underhanded, sneaky in his sexism so you always look like some hysterical woman when you retaliate. the kicker? it turns you on as much as it pisses you off. he's happy to string you along, work you into a lather just to leave you high and dry. lord help you once he gets a taste of you--bending you over his desk and cramming you full of his cock with precisely zero prep. he kisses you, loves you, fucks you like he hates you. because he kind of does--he just wants you more. graves loves it when you cry, wipes your tears with his thumb before forcing it into your mouth. coos when you offer your neck up to him--yeah? want my hands on ya that bad, sugar? gonna be a good girl for me, hm? fuck yeah you are--and proceeds to make you cum so hard you black out. your 'relationship' (which it is; ring on your finger a year in, a little one on your hip not long after) is intense. toxic. would be just downright miserable if it wasn't so fucking hot. you cling to each other with gouging force; a livid-blue kind of love, painful and permanent. he carries a picture of you in his wallet: a small polaroid of you in your wedding dress, ashing a cigarette with one hand while the other flips the cameraman (him) the bird.

10.) and the roughest of them all: price wants more than to love or fuck you -- he wants to possess you. he's so tightly controlled everywhere else in his life (has to be for his work), doesn't seem the type to lose his head over a bird. but when he meets you, something shifts. you're soft. impossibly good. flippant and stubborn as a mule, sure -- you drive him up the fuckin' wall with your headstrong antics. (so goddamn petulant. so sure you're fuckin' right.) but war and death hasn't stained your world, left your indomitable spirit unsullied and intact. which, unfortunately, means you haven't gotten a thorough education on the importance of discipline. price wants to consume your disobedience; crack your rose-tinted glasses under his heel, roll the ambrosia of you in his cupped tongue. he'll do more than make you fall in line -- he'll make you want to do it. it's really just a matter of time before he acts on it. when he does, it's decisive. unsubtle. he crowds you up against the door of your flat on a sticky summer night, brandy on your breath. sinks a hand into your hair, holds you steady as he brings your mouths together with bruising intensity. he fucks you before he ever makes love to you; sinks his teeth into the velvet of your shoulder as he crushes you flat to the tabletop using just his bodyweight. snarls low when you keen wordlessly, overwhelmed and empty-headed at the deep burn-sting of his cock stretching your pretty little cunt, the lewd slap of his thighs against your ass. he batters you til you're not sure what's sweat and what's tears; til your skin bears a mural to his cacoethes, all blue and purple like a deep west sunrise. til there's not a person alive who won't be able to see you're his. always have been, always will, right dove? go on--tell him. tell him who this pussy belongs to.

written by kittsch, do not repost. not to be used for bots nor AI of any kind.

[lunarw0rks]

Hello I wanna request some Valeria SMOOT cuz I'm down bad for cartel mommy. A short fic abt Valeria fucking the absolute brains out of you to the point of being dumb and squirting everywhere

warning(s): nsfw (18+), exhibitionism, overstim., dom/sub, degradation/praise, val's purple strap strikes again, humiliation, squirting, fem!reader

MAKING MESSES | VALERIA GARZA

overbearing bass, candlelit lighting, constant chatter; surrounding the two of you. the noise of nightlife is muffled by the oversized doors, still original to way before your time — almost an irony compared to the modernized club they’re housing.

it wouldn’t matter either way. your ears were ringing. every gasp, every whimper, every mutter into your ear echoed and fizzled into the noise.

her pink nails dug like needles into your hips, guiding every rut onto her strap. valeria lolled in the leather armchair, leaning back and enjoying the show you were giving her. she paid no mind to the risk, how patrons could be a hair away from hearing or seeing you two.

it was her club; her place. and you were fucking hers. anyone who had a qualm about that? they never stuck around long.

she controlled everything, every single body roll. your cunt clenched tight around the violet silicone, swallowing its entirety. “sigue adelante, nena. so fucking desperate.” she spits out her words, relishing in your whimpers. they echo off the stucco walls, likely carrying all throughout the hall. “desperate whores should get nothing. but not you. riding me out in the open like this.”

your bottom lip seeps a bit of blood from how harshly you had been biting it, pathetically failing at silencing yourself. it wasn’t any use when you’d already finished twice, leaving a milky ring around the base of the strap. your wetness dribbled down the slick shaft, soaking onto her cargo pants.

the night dress you wore, pulled down at the top to expose your nipple. it might as well be her own personal stress toy — to lap, squeeze, pinch, and slap as she sees fit.

it was pure luck that none of the clubbers had rounded the corner. if it were up to valeria, she wouldn’t skip a beat. the buzzed onlooker getting a surge of jealousy when they ogle your bouncing body; hem pulled up to expose your bare ass as it jiggles. or the drip of your pussy, messily and audibly being stretched out.

your head dips down, getting a rush of fatigue from the physical strain. if it weren’t for her harsh hands, you were sure your grinds would be nonexistent. with precision, she outstretches a hand and grips your jaw, forcing eye contact. “eyes up. you don’t get to tap out after teasing me, cariño.” valeria patronizes.

if you were of sound mind, perhaps you would’ve agreed. not wearing panties was a risky move; as risky as riding her in the dim hallway. but she always packed — that violet temptation just a zipper away.

you felt yourself plunged into another high, mewling against her palm as you climaxed. she locked in, both hands returning to your hips as she drove you down faster. this was your most intense orgasm yet; eyes rolling and body shivering.

pleasure pumped through you as violently as the strap, a warm gush messing all over her lap. you had squirted, proving that the sticky mess before was nothing. “mierda… mi putita, so messy.” valeria groaned lowly with amusement, as if she had climaxed herself.

“we aren’t done.” she leaned in close, showing the forced grinds to a stop. you had no choice but to believe her — and valeria always stuck to her word.

a toy being used on a toy <3

a/n: this is so bad... | ⊹。°˖➴ divider cred. - cafekitsune

[batwritings]

Kinktober Day 11 - Group Sex

Something a little different for Day 11! I've never written a group sex situation so I hope I did it justice. ^^; This is written for a female reader, so if that does make you uncomfy, I apologize! I'd be more than happy to do a male oriented version. :) Enjoy!~

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The battle against Graves and his Shadows was beyond difficult. Arguable the most difficult thing Los Vaqueros had ever faced up to this point. You were heartbroken watching them all drag themselves back. Alejandro and Rudy looked the most run down despite their tired smiles to try to reassure you. You knew then that you had to do something.

“Amiga? What is this?” Alejandro asked you, nearly a week later. The half of you he could speak with offered him a small, sheepish smile. Rudy wandered up behind him in a huff, stopping in his tracks when he saw you. “Stress relief,” you answered, your voice tight. You wondered absentmindedly how long it would take him to notice the soft thudding on the other side of the wall. “You all have been through so much with the Hassan situation Colonel. I gotta help out somehow.”

You watched Rudy whisper something in Alejandro’s ear, nearly chuckling when the colonel’s eyes widened. “¿En serio?” he asks you, voice barely above a whisper. He knelt before you, tilting your head up with his gloved hand when he heard it. 

You nuzzle into his hand and kiss the palm as Alejandro shoots you that signature smirk. “Such a good girl for us,” the colonel coos, rubbing his thumb against your lips. You whine softly, parting your lips and enveloping his digit in the wet heat of your mouth. You sigh contently, both from the praise and another member of the team starting to fill you from behind the wall. 

“Rudy,” Alejandro says, abruptly removing his thumb from you. “You took on a lot during this mission. You should go first.” The man in question blushes profusely. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t fancy you by any means. Quite the opposite actually, which is why he didn’t hesitate in stepping forward. 

“Be gentle amiga,” you hear the colonel instruct you. “He’s rather sensitive.” The man winks to you as Rudy pulls his readily hard member with one hand and lightly paps his best friend’s chest with a soft “¡callate!”

Once in range, you take the sergeant major’s cock between you lips, watching the reactions as you moan around it from the rather large member filling your cunt behind the wall. Rodolfo sighs in relief and pleasure, especially when you let your jaw relax. You can’t help but cry out when you feel someone hit right against your g-spot, recognizing the feel of a piercing. The man in front of you jerks forward from the pleasurable vibrations, his member hitting the back of your throat instantly.

“Taking me so well,” Rudy moans, noticing your lack of gag reflex. “May I go faster?” Upon you doing your best to give him an affirmative noise, the man wastes no time, hand on the back of your head to help with leverage. It was a lovely back and forth, until you were both reminded that you weren’t alone in the room.

You inhaled sharply and shivered at the same time for two very distinct reasons. Shivering was caused by the cum dripping down your thighs as your knees threatened to buckle. The inhale was due to Alejandro sliding your shirt and bra down to free your breasts. It was all so much and had your brain in a tailspin.

Your mind was swirling then, Alejandro and Rudy groaning out sweet praise while one fucked your face and the other massaged your sensitive tits. Rough fingers rolled and pinched and tugged your nipples gently, causing more of your essence to go straight between your legs. You could hear the members of Los Vaqueros ooh-ing and ahh-ing at just how wet you were.

Between all the attention from your colonel and his second in command, and cock after cock filling your eager cunt, you were no match. The current member of the company and Rudy groaned loudly as you came. Your pussy clenched around the man behind you and the vibrations helped the sergeant major reach his own peak, cum coating your throat.

Time seemed to stop as your spent body was given a moment of respite on both ends. Rodofo pulled his member from between your lips slowly with a wet pop as Alejandro pet your hair. Praise after praise fell from his lips as he helped you stabilize. Any time one of their team tried to start up again on the other side he would pound twice on the wall, warning them in Spanish to give you more time.

Only once you could give straight answers did he give them the okay to start again. You weren’t sure how many members of Los Vaqueros filled you that day or how many times you alternated between having Alejandro and Rudy’s cocks down your throat. All that mattered was you were helping, relieving their stress as best you could.

By the end of the day, you were wrapped up in a blanket in Alejandro’s office. You had tried to make it back to your bunk, but your legs were nowhere near stable. Several members of the company tried to offer you water or sweets as thanks, which you mostly declined after you got your voice back.

You were certainly the most helpful member of the team that day.

[rascal-xo]

Hi ! I hope you’re doing well, I wanted to request the 141 & perhaps Los Vaqueros (I am a sucker for Ale) with y/n (preferably for her to also be in the military with these fine men) whose ex boyfriend ends up recently joining either the military or tags along a mission (I would love if their rank was below the 141/los vaqueros just to see how they would react, not intimated by the ex but more like cocky because they know they are better than them). Also maybe add a bit of NSFW… (pls & thank you). I’m sorry if it seems too specific or detailed but this plot has been nagging at my brain and I love the way you write so I was like okay, I know who can write this perfectly ! I appreciate you taking the time to read my request ! Have a good one !

Loose Ends | Alejandro x Female Reader |

Chapter Summary: You find self face to face with a toxic part of your past…

Warnings: Angst, violence, language, fluff, some minor smut |READERS CALLSIGN IS “RED”|

Word Count:

Tags: @satorisgirl

A/N: Ahh sorry it took so long but it’s finally here! I hoped you enjoyed the fic :))

——> Some stuff is not canonically accurate to MW2 or CoD in general

“Alright, gather around!” Price calls out to the team, There’s maps and documents sprawled over the top of the table where you and the rest of the team stand around it. “We’ve got one hour until we’re back out in the field, thanks to our lovely General Shepard, we’ve got our work cut out for us.” He says, with a hint sarcasm on his tongue.

You exchange a knowing glance with Soap, both of you aware of the tension between the Task Force and Shepard.

“We’re joining forces with Los Vaqueros for this one,” Price continues. “As you know, we’ve been tracking Hassan in the city for weeks now, and we’ve been tasked with assisting them in finally taking him down.”

The 141 and Alejandro’s men were hand in hand the past few weeks hunting down Hassan and the rouge missiles.

In the few times you had the pleasure of working with Colonel Vargas and his men, you always enjoyed it a little more than you liked to admit. You look over at Colonel Vargas, and he meets your gaze, nodding a smile.

But then, Price's voice interrupts your thoughts. "Another one of our company contacts will be joining us on this mission. They’ll be leading behind the operation alongside Colonel Vargas."

You feel your stomach drop as Price gestures towards the door. The man walks in question walks in, and you immediately recognize him as Phillip Graves, your old commander and ex boyfriend.

You had worked with the Commander side by side for 3 years, when you were recruited for the Shadow Company by Shepard.

The last time you saw him was when you announced your decision to leave. You had a huge fight, and things ended on a more than sour note. Hitting closer than personal between you and Phillip. You never expected to see him again so soon, especially not on a mission like this.

“Commander Graves, good to have you and the Shadows here.” Price greets him. The rest of the team seems oblivious to the history between you and Dom, but you can't help but feel awkward and uncomfortable.

You try to make a quick exit as soon as the briefing comes to an end, but Graves catches up to you, “Hey, Red, it’s been a while.”

You turn to face him, trying to keep a calm demeanor, “Not long enough, unfortunately.” You say before you have time to really think it through.

The commander smirks, “Don’t worry, Y/N, I’m just here to do my job.” He pauses, looking you up and down. “Hopefully you won’t be too distracted.”

You internally roll your eyes and walk away, not wanting to engage in any more conversation than you have to with him.

As you gear up and head to the chopper, you can feel the weight of the mission and the added tension of the Shadows presence weighing on you.

“What’s got you quiet, Roja?” Alejandro says, leaning closer to you.

“Just thinking.” You answer, “Don’t have much time to do that in peace lately.” You chuckle.

“Say I’ll buy you a drink once we make it out of this shitstorm alive, huh?” He raises an eyebrow.

“I’d like that.” You smile.

Once you're on the ground, you and the rest of the team move quickly, working alongside Los Vaqueros to track down Hassan's whereabouts.

The mission is intense, with gunfire ringing out and explosions rocking the city. Despite the chaos around you, you stay focused, your training and instincts kicking in as you move with precision and purpose.

It's only when you and Graves are alone, working together to take down a group of insurgents, that things begin to take a turn.

You look over at him, out of breath from taking a hard blow to the ribs, taking in his features. He looks older, more weathered than you last saw him. But he’s still annoyingly good at his job.

“Not like you to take hits.” Graves suddenly says, breaking the silence between you two, once the coast is clear. You two are alone in one of the emptied buildings, awaiting clearance to evac.

Like you’re perfect.” You reply, trying to keep your annoyance at ease.

Graves smirks, “I never said I was perfect, just better than most.”

You roll your eyes, “Is that what you tell yourself to sleep at night?”

He chuckles, “No, that’s what you used to tell me.”

You feel a pang of memories hit you, remembering the times when you and Phillip were together, laughing and messing around during your downtime. But the memory is quickly replaced by the bitterness of the person he’s become, or was all along.

“So, this is what you left our unit for, coverts?” He says, leaning against a broken door. His demeanor suddenly shifts, and you feel the hostility radiating off of him.

“That’s one less person you can have at your disposal for good old Shepard.” You scoff, meeting his dark expression.

“You know, Y/N, you always did have a problem with authority. It's no surprise you didn't last long with the Shadows.” You feel your blood boiling.

"The fuck is that supposed to mean?" you snap. Graves takes a step towards you, his voice lowering dangerously, “Watch it. Don’t wanna start anything you can’t finish, Soldier.”

Before things can escalate any further, Alejandro suddenly appears comes through the doorway, pausing in his steps when he takes in the tense atmosphere between you and Graves.

Without hesitating, Alejandro strides forward, stepping between you and Graves.

"Graves," Alejandro says, his voice low and controlled. "You need to back off of the Sergeant. Now."

Graves sneers, "What, you gonna protect your little girlfriend?"

Alejandro's fists clench, but he remains composed. "I'm not playing games, Cabrón. Back off."

Graves takes a step forward, his face contorting with anger. "You don't know what you're getting into, Vargas. This has nothing to do with you."

"It has everything to do with me when you're threatening a member of my team," Alejandro says, his voice sharp. "If you can't handle working with Y/N, then you can leave."

Graves looks like he's about to say something else, but the sound of the C-130’s engines outside interrupts him. "Don’t butt in where you don’t belong, Vargas." Graves says through gritted teeth, before turning and stalking out of the room.

You take this as an opportunity to brush past Phillip as you move towards Alejandro.

You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding as he turns to you, concern etched on his face. "You okay, Roja?"

“Yes i’m okay. We just have a long past.” You exhale, fixing your red bandana that seems to have slipped a little from your forehead.

“Let’s get out of here.” You say, relieved to finally have an excuse to get away from Graves.

Alejandro nods, and the two of you head out of the building together. Once you're outside, the weight of the mission and Graves' presence finally lifts off your shoulders.

“I need a drink.” You say, trying to lighten the mood as you head towards the evac.

Alejandro chuckles, “I remember promising you one earlier.”

You smile, “Lead the way, Colonel.”

As you make your way back to base, the two of you decide to leave the the post-mission bar celebration earlier than the rest of the team, and you decide to go back to your quarters, which Alejandro happily obliges to.

As you walk through the quiet halls, you can feel the heat and electricity between you and Alejandro, and you know that you're not the only one who's been thinking about it.

Finally, when you reach your door, he turns to face you, his eyes meeting yours in a way that makes your heart race. Granted you too are reaching tipsy at this point.

“Y/N…” He says, his voice low and husky.

Before he can finish, you reach up and pull him down to meet your lips in a heated kiss. The passion between you is electric, and you can feel the heat building as you explore each other's mouths.

As the kiss deepens, you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as he presses you against the wall. The world around you fades away as you lose yourself in the heat of the moment

Eventually, you pull away, both of you gasping for breath. You look up at Alejandro, seeing the desire and intensity in his eyes.

The moment you enter the room, he presses you against the wall once again, his mouth claiming yours as his hands roam over your body.

You feel the heat building between you, the need for each other growing with each passing second. Without breaking the kiss, Alejandro begins to tug at your clothes, revealing more and more of your skin.

Soon you're standing there in nothing but your underwear, your body flushed with desire. Alejandro steps back to admire the sight before him.

You reach down to palm him through his pants, eliciting a low groan from his lips. He breaks the kiss to look at you, his eyes dark with desire.

His hands slide down to your panties, tugging them down your legs and throwing them aside.

With one swift movement, he lifts you up and carries you to the bed, laying you down gently before climbing on top of you.

Your bodies are a tangle of limbs and heat, desire and passion taking over.

[ghosties--writing]

Cw: sex in the kitchen, mentions of a blow job, fingering, kissing

Alejandro was a simple man. He's a Colonel in Los Almas with his own men, has a right hand man, is well respected and gets paid pretty well.

Now what type of man would he be if he didn't buy you nice things with said money, or let you buy things using his card? He likes to see his love dressed all pretty for him, especially when he has a hard day like today.

Recently he brought you a pair of thigh high stockings that you decided to wear with one of his shirts while cleaning up around the house. The shirt went down to your mid thigh which in turn met the stockings.

Alejandro comes home to steal a quick kiss from you before he goes off on a mission, only to be met with you in your stockings and his shirt. He slowly walk up behind you and he wraps his arms around your torso. "Hello, mi amor" he says onto your ear.

You say hi back as you lean into his chest, as he rubs his hands over your curves. You turn around to meet his eyes, "mission?" You ask him, already knowing the answer. "Sí, but I'll come home. Like always." He says kissing you.

"But before I go, I want to have something that'll keep me going, to ensure I'll come back to you." Alejandro says as he backs you up against the kitchen counter, kissing you. "Mm, yeah? What would that be?" You ask, not so innocently.

"You, mi amor. I always and only want you." He says as he slots himself between your legs as he runs his hand up your thigh to your clothed cunt. You moan as you feel his hand start to give you pleasure. "Mm, need more Ale." You whine as you try to squirm to get more pleasure.

"Need more? Love, I just started. You'll get what you need." He tells you as you grind against him, wanting more pleasure. He shushes you with a kiss as he pulls your panties to the side to run a finger through your folds.

You moan as you lean back against the cabinets, throwing your head back. He pushes a finger in and curls hitting the right spots. "Your thighs look so good in these, amour." He says as he runs his hands over the stockings.

You whine in response as you grab at his arm that is pumping his fingers in and out of you. He gets the hint and helps you onto the floor, turning you around. He unbuckles his belt, unzips his pants and starts to pull down his pants. Just enough to get his cock out.

He slowly pushes his cock into you while gripping your hips. "Fuck, you feel so good." He says once he gets to the base. You moan as you place your head down on the counter.

You wiggle your hips signaling to him that he can move. He immediately starts to move, setting a slow pace but he starts to get lost in the pleasure and picks up the pace. You reach a arm back and he grabs your arm and pulls you back, your back against his chest as he continues to thrust into you.

When you both finish he helps you get cleaned up while cleaning himself up before having to tear himself away from you since he had to go on a mission.

Not before he got a blow job from his favorite girl.

[ghouljams]

You don't know how much joy I got from reading about Alejandro and Rudy. I'm a wild fucking animal over your writing normally, but Alejandro and Rudy???? Literally screaming. Barking tearing apart my furniture with my bare teeth. Just a couple scraps more??? Who is their darling I need to know, genuinely frothing at the mouth rn.

Yes barking and screaming and biting, I love these boys. No clue who their darling is but boy is she having a wild time.

Also Minors Do Not Interact with this

Rudy pushes your head down Alejandro's cock. The praises he whispers in your ear do nothing to stop you from gagging around the thick length stretching out your throat. They only serve to make you rock against the fingers he's pushed up under your skirts and between your legs. The rough calloused hands of the man kneeling behind you stroke your wet cunt, deliberate and slow, a back and forth that leaves you desperate.

"What a good girl," Rudy coos in your ear, "such a good toy for us." You try to blink some of the tears from your eyes as he pulls your head back, let's you get a breath, your tongue licking at the drooling head of Alejandro's cock.

"Look at you, fucking yourself on his fingers while you suck my cock," Alejandro purrs. You know you must look pathetic, your lips red and stretched around his girthy cock, tongue greedily tracing the veins each time Rudy pushes you down, the shallow breaths you take when your nose is buried in the dark pubes at the base of Alejandro's cock. Your senses are utterly dominated by the both of them. You think you were worried about the wrong man.

Rudy's fingers slides into you and you whine around Alejandro. Your hands grip his thick thighs, feel the muscles tense, as you push back onto the thick digits. Again you find Rudy to be frustratingly deliberate, slow as he drags his fingers in and out of your sopping cunt, stretching you as Alejandro fucks your throat. Apparently having grown frustrated with the slow pace Rudy set, Alejandro pulls back and thrusts into your mouth at a brutal pace. Your head spins from the rough treatment, eyes rolling at Rudy takes the opportunity to press torturously against the soft spongy spot near your entrance.

It feels like you're melting between your legs, slick clinging to your thighs and dripping off Rudy's fingers, you're so close. His hand leaves your head and you hear the rustle of fabric behind you before he takes his fingers from you. You whine again, wiggle your hips for any form of stimulation, anything to push you over the edge, to take your mind from the ache in your jaw, the burn in your throat, the smack of Alejandro's balls against your chin. Rudy presses his cock against your dripping hole and eases you down onto it with a satisfied groan. Your impatience gets the better of you, and you slam your hips back against him, taking his thick cock to the base in one motion. Your eyes roll and you cum on his cock as it splits you open.

"Naughty girl," Alejandro chides from above you, Rudy hums, keeping your hips held still as your walls flutter around him.

"Maybe you don't get who's in charge yet," Rudy mumbles, his lips brushing your ear, "I think a lesson might be in order, what do you think Marshal?"

"My thoughts exactly." Alejandro smiles, and pushes your head down, holding you with your lips stretched around the base of his cock, "If you wants to be full so bad, you can just sit there and take it."

[blingblong55]

Yours- Rodolfo, Alejandro, Philip NSFW

Based on a request:

absolutely obsessed with your writing! It's beautiful Feel free to ignore this ask, I just felt like sharing So F reader and the cod men (Alejandro, Rudy, Graves) it turns to something more 👀 It can be separate or all together

A/N: Went off on this one, sorry

F!Reader, smut, MDNI, 18+, foursome, f!ngering, unprotected!sex, enemy!reader, CNC?, anal!sex, blowjob, rough!sex, masochist!reader, degrading, spit roast, some aftercare, some praise

"Why don't you tell us," Graves tries to convince you. You sit there, arms tied behind your back, the three men who once were enemies now finding you as their common one. Rudy approaches you, cups your face and smirks, "If you don't tell us, we'll have other means to get the information." But you don't budge, no matter how bad they need the codes, you won't betray your own team. Alejandro chuckles and the two other men nod at the other.

You couldn't deny it, the way they looked at you, how their eyes undressed you, how in their minds they already had you drunk off their cum and begging for more, you wanted what they needed. Rudy looks at you, "Do you really want it that way?" It was as if he could read your mind, the dark twisted side of you that wanted to be treated like a whore and slapped around as they all fucked into you. Your aching pussy, clenching around their thick cocks, cum leaking from all of your holes, being greedy and asking for more.

"It's the only way you'll get them from me." you tease. Graves' knife cuts through the fabric of your shirt, leaving Rudy to take it off, the three men watch as their fuck toy watches them with desire. Alejandro, with one movement, removes your bra, making your tits move, earning a now visible boner from Rudy. "Alright, Vaqueros, let's show her how much we need those codes." Graves said as his hand rubbed his boner, owning a groan from his mouth. Alejandro kisses your neck, and he begins to grope you.

You can't stop it, not when you want it. Graves undoes your trousers, Rudy pulls them down to your knees, gives Alejandro a nod and gently reaches for your soaked knickers. You squirm but that only earns a slap from Graves. "You stay still like the bitch you are." His voice was smooth but filled with anger. You look up, Alejandro and Graves with a grin stare at you, Rudy already beginning to finger you, his thick fingers making you moan. Graves make sure your gaze stays on them. Soon, both men kiss your neck, one pulling onto your hair to give them better access to your sensitive skin. Bite marks and hickeys begin to show, just the show these horny men needed. A little sex slave.

Rudy parts your legs and begins to lick your inner thighs, his fingers still fucking into your cunt. Graves forces your mouth open and spits in your mouth, he then makes Alejandro spit in your mouth and they force you to swallow it. Between moans and pants, you beg for more, earning a slap from Alejandro. "You take what we fucking give you," he slaps you again, Graves spits on your face and spreads it all over your face with his palm. Your face is red from the slaps. Rudy looks up, a smirk on his face as he asks, "Give me the first number for the code, mi niña." You try to speak but three fingers go inside of you, your eyes shut and you moan, your walls clench around him. "F-fuck.,..its..f-four" you mewl and throw your head back.

He chuckles and stops fingering you, which causes you to whine and move your hips. "More...more" you whine and moan. "Didn't you hear, you take what we fuckin' give you?" Graves slaps you again. They immediately get you off the chair and get you on all fours, "Look up for me, Chula." Alejandro commands and you do so. "Another number?" Rudy asks and you close your eyes as you feel Graves tease the tip of his cock on your wet cunt. "S-...six." You say and it earns a slow kiss from Rudy. He then moves away and sits on the side as he watches his two friends fuck you dumb. Alejandro makes you spit on his thick cock and then begins to fuck your throat.

You gag on it, your drool leaking out of your mouth. Rudy stroking his hard cock, watching from the best view in the room. Graves begins to fuck into your tight pussy, your slick making it easier for him to slide deeper into you. His hands on your hips, an occasional slap on your ass, his calloused hands never being gentle on you. Alejandro grabbing your face, fucking your throat raw, leaving you gasping for air each time. Meanwhile, Rudy takes a picture of this moment, making sure he sends this to the other two men in the room. He chuckles and then walks to you, his cock in your hand as your stroke it. Your cheeks are red as Alejandro gives it a few slaps. Your back is covered in spit, Graves ramming himself to you, his balls hitting you in the right places. Your moans and whimpers are muffled by the drool and pre-cum from Vargas.

You gag once more as the cum from Alejandro fills your greedy mouth, his sticky seed leaking out of your mouth, his tip sensitive but he keeps rubbing it. Once he finds the perfect opportunity, Rudy sticks his cock inside your mouth, your throat ached but you didn't want to stop it. Graves continues thrusting into you. Anytime you gagged or clenched on either of the men, you made the room fill with groans and moans. Graves continues to fuck into your tight cunt, and soon your walls are painted white with his seed, he grips onto you, fingers digging into your hips, and he gives you some final and slow thrusts, earning moans and groans from Rudy. He was too overstimulated by the view and came too quick.

Alejandro takes a seat on the chair, he guides your cum drunk body towards him, his dick pressed against your ass, splitting you open. You couldn't make up many words but the sensations were good. Your pleasure was not important to them but theirs was. Graves wanted to fuck your throat like the other men did, so as you sat on Alejandro's dick, his tip was teased by your tongue. Rudy fingers your clit and then with you guiding him, his cock begins to slowly fuck your cunt.

Your tight ass made it a perfect place for Alejandro to cum, his hands on your hips, guiding you as you continued to get fucked senseless by the other men. You moan and cry in pleasure. Your tears ran down, Graves being a desperate man, he slaps you. "You better give us those codes, you fucking bitch."

Rudy kissed your cheeks, Graves dick makes a bulge on your face, and you stare at Rudy with pleading eyes. He cleans your tears and kisses your forehead. Your nails dig at Alejandro's thighs. You in that instant had your orgasm. Your moans and cries are all muffled by slaps and drool. Cum leaks from all of you as the men continue fucking into you. Your back arching and legs shaking.

Once they all paint your walls and mouth white, they let you lay back. Alejandro stroking your hair, Rudy cleaning the mess between your thighs, which you squirm a lot from. Graves leaves kisses on your face, "Now, give us those codes, pretty girl." His hands caress your face, and Rudy massages your thighs.

Soon Graves and Alejandro leave the room, leaving you to Rudy. You laid your head on his lap, he stroked your hair and kissed your cheek. "Please, mi niña, please give me those codes." He grabbed your hand and from your fingers to your shoulder he kissed you. "You took all three of us so well, I'm sure if you give us those codes you'll get more." He murmurs and smiles softly. "They are in the...pocket of my trousers," you whisper back, to which he gives you a lukewarm bottle of water. "Here, please don't talk much, don't want you to loose that pretty voice of yours." He keeps stroking your hair as you lay there.

A/N: My head is too fucked to write a good ending...

[sky-is-the-limit]

Yall really had to add her to the game to remind me that I'm bisexual, didn't you?

[lunarw0rks]

I can't stop thinking about..... Ceo!Valeria fucking her poor young secretary.

Valeria at her 35y and the reader is still in her 20s! (23 if more specific), she can't be obsessed with her beautiful young secretary

Valeria couldn't stand seeing the other ceos drooling over her secretary. Something had to be done.

It's been done. It was possible to hear loud moans coming from the boss's office but no one dared to ask what was happening, Valeria penetrated three fingers deep into the young girl's poor pussy.

" Oh mi Corazon, You look so pretty." , Valeria said, feigning false compassion as she pushes her fingers even deeper inside her.

"When it comes to sticking your ass out for men, you're good, right? But now you're here begging me to set you free." She lets out a mischievous laugh as she slaps your thigh sharply.

"I bet we'll have plenty of time, cosa Bonita."

I'm shy writing this....(sorry if it's a bit confusing, English is not my first language)

i saw "english is not my first language" and knew this would hit. i was right. this is delicious and if u have more, don't be shy ;)

[konigsblog]

my personal opinions on the cod mw2 mens libidos, highest to lowest ☄️

minors dni, smut and mentions of sex drives.

highest in my personal opinion would be soap. there's something about him that makes me feel like he's always down - maybe because he radiates energetic energy. he isn't the persistent type though, doesn't want to bother you with his sex drive, so he usually jerks off to your panties. otherwise, he's always down whenever you mention it..

second closest would be gaz, i think. i view both gaz and soap similar with their personalities, just not exact; (chatty, funny..) they have their own quirks and i feel like gaz finds himself horny more often than he realises, if you're too sore from previous days, he'll gladly take your hand or eat you out slowly whike pumping his cock, burying his face in your cunny.

third: ghost. i don't think a lot of people will agree with this but i can see simon having a high sex drive, just not as high as johnny or kyle. he knows his size is painful so he usually jerks off to photos of you. will be a bit iffy if you allow him anyways, worried you'll be in pain since he's been fucking you previously.

i believe fourth is price, busied with work, usually reports and files. loves when you cockwarm him though, able to get work done and experience pleasure. he knows it can be uncomfortable without movement, so he allows you to bounce or press a vibrator against your clit, squirting all over your hands. kisses your neck a lot, and prefers handjobs than to bother you with his rough fuckings, will give you attention so you know you're doing a good job.

then i think it's alejandro, i was contemplating switching him with ghost or price, so tell me your opinions, i'm all ears!! i don't think he's very bothered about fucking you super often, enough to show that he loves you. maybe during the shower, an intimate moment where he can express his love through eating your pussy or with his thrusts, deep and slow, increasing as he gets closer to his release.

könig, my husband and favourite man, i don't think he'd be super sexual. a pretty low libido, but what i'd consider atleast fairly average. he knows his size, and understands the pain so he lets you rest before he fucks you again. that's not to say he does enjoy a handjob, better than a blowjob since no one can really take his size, but your soft hands wrapped around his girth and stroking him, sloppy kisses while sat on the bed as you both prepare for rest, cumming all over your hand.

graves is a busy man, like price, but he doesn't like being bothered about it because it can make him distracted, and mixed with his temper, he'll get frustrated. tell me your opinions since i know this may be an unpopular opinion, but i do think he prefers a handjob when he can give you all of his attention, kissing you or moaning when you jerk him off, or riding his dick.

rudy, i think he's similar to graves in a way that he wants all of his attention on you. a soft dom who prefers giving than recieving, anytime you're waiting. i'm not saying he has the lowest libido, this one is based off your sexual drive because he's fine for whenever, ready to pleasure you in any way you like with his praise and soft lips against your skin.

[diejager]

Col. Alejandro Vargas

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Nav | CoD

[dark, fluff, yandere, nsfw(*), angst, request]

[nothing yet]

Parenthood* |f,r

Alejandro dreams of building a family after seeing the children of Las Almas flock to you.

Are You Okay? | r,a,f [AleRudy x reader]

[gothghostiie]

cw: 'somnophilia' (reader acting like they're sleeping), gn!afab!reader, lingerie, bad spanish (Google translate my beloved), horny little brainrot, not proofread

You were already in bed when Rudy came home from deployment. you heard the heavy steps come upstairs, each thud made your heart beat a little faster. you've been planning this ever since the little conversation you and Rudy had a few weeks ago, talking about how both of you would like to try somno. you gave him clear consent but he hadn't been brave enough yet - so you decided to push it a bit.

when he told you he was coming home tonight you made sure everything was ready, you had showered, put on fresh sheets on the bed and most importantly; you put on the lingerie you bought. it wasn't too fancy, lots of lace in his favourite colour, but you knew it would drive him crazy.

moments later the door cracked open slowly, followed by him gently putting his duffel bag down. "mi vida?" he whispered softly, a chuckle as you didnt responded. he walked over to the bed and slowly lifted the blanket - you could hear his little gasp and almost grinned. "dios mio.." he whispered, his still gloved hand tracing over your thigh. "tu pequeño diablo.." his breathing was already heavier as he considered if he should act on his urges or not - eventually you got the answer as he leaned over you, the slightly dirty and sweaty musk of him filling your nose. his lips brushed over your shoulder, hands on each side of you as he towered over your 'sleeping' form.

Rudy didn't even take the time to undress you or himself, instead pushing you onto your back and your ankles over his strong shoulders. you heard him unzip his pants, pushing them as far out of the way as was needed - his wet tip slapping onto the lace of your panties. he groaned softly, big hands caressing your hips and giving you goosebumps. "so pretty.." he whispered, one of his hands slowly sliding over the lace downwards, cupping your pussy gently. you had to hold back to not move your hips against his glove, already soaking wet behind the fabric.

after admiring your pliant body for a moment he gently slid the lace aside, then spread your lips apart with his thumbs, looking at your glistening cunt. "god.." he chuckled softly, taking his left index and thumb to keep you open while his tight hand guided his hard cock towards your entrance. he softly rubbed the tip over your clit, covering it in your slick before slowly pushing into you. "oh fuck.." he moaned, loud enough to cover your little groan as he pushed all the way in.

"Tan jodidamente apretado.." he choked out through his teeth, trying to not wake you up. he took a few deep breaths to make sure he wouldnt cum immediately as he began moving; even if it didn't help much. he began softly thrusting into you, gentle and slow but all the way in to barely the tip. you could feel every inch of him slide in and out, getting covered in your slick and his own precum as he rocked his hips into you, hands digging into your thighs slightly.

it barely took him minutes until he was swearing under his breath, thrusts getting shaky as he tried to hold back. "damn it.." he huffed, voice hoarse from yelling orders. suddenly he pulled out, hastily but careful to not hurt you, seconds later filling the room with sounds of him fisting his cock fast. he was groaning, huffing quietly, biting his lip and laying his head back as he shot his thick cum all over your belly, painting it white. the wet sounds got slower and more quiet until they eventually died down and were replaced by heavy breathing.

Rodolfo took a second to collect himself and admire his work on your stomach before sighing happily. he leaned down and kissed your forehead; then leaned down to your ear.

"I know you're awake."