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sweet-as-an-angel · 6 months

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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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sky-is-the-limit · 6 months

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#the wig is weird but I'M LOSING IT #gnawing at the bars of my enclosure #need her to boss me around #valeria garza #valeria garza smut #valeria garza x reader #maria elisa camargo #cod #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod smut #cod x reader #captain price #phillip graves #simon ghost riley #könig #john soap mactavish

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lilywastaken · 1 year

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⇝ oral headcanons !

Ghost, Soap, Price, Gaz, König, Valeria, Rodolfo & Alejandro x AFAB!Reader .

SUMMARY: Oral sex hcs !

WARNINGS: AFAB!Reader ,NSFW, oral sex, pussy slapping, edging, overstimulation, tying up, cock worship (kinda? maybe?)

A/N: Please enjoy these while i work on chap 5 of ménage!! Please leave a comment and reblog if you enjoyed it, it helps a lot!!

MASTERLIST.

Also on ao3!

GHOST

GIVING — Ghost is a chronic pussy eater. It’s a skill he’s picked up along the years that he’s trained just like any other, managing to get any woman to her peak in a mere matter of minutes, very much enjoying the gaspy breaths and the strings of praises that fall out of their mouths as soon as he pulls back.

But of course, every person has different wants and needs, so it’s up to him to learn in a span of minutes what his sexual partner craves, until he enters a relationship with you. He is over the goddamn moon when you finally let him go down on you after a few months of dating (you were making sure he was comfortable with the idea of sleeping with you, he was tugging one out at the simple sight of you in your underwear), overjoyed that he gets to now bury his head between your thighs for as long as he wants and for as long as you can go on for, learning every single thing that makes you whine and moan for more.

He might be a bit rough or forceful at first, nails digging into your thighs every time they threaten to close or tremble, tongue flicking aggressively against your clit just to see your back arch and your breasts bounce, nibbles at the sensitive part of the inside of your thighs to leave his claim, fingers roughly pistoning in and out of you to hit your g-spot every time with his mouth sucking at your now-sore clit; he just can’t help it.

Maybe it’s some kind of kink for him, the fact that you’re so exposed and vulnerable beneath him, how you’re so easy to move around when you fall to his touches, how he’s so much stronger and bigger compared to you, he doesn’t really care. You’re so perfect beneath him, crying out for more and begging him to never stop, and he knows that if it were possible, he wouldn’t.

And it’s amazing to you how quickly he picks up on your likes, not needing the quiet reassurance anymore that he’s doing okay, that you like it, now immediately knowing what you want without even asking, and instead of the embarrassing encourages, loud whorish moans leave your lips, he’s just that good.

Leaves you very shaky and puffy down there, a satisfied grin tugging at his lips whenever he pulls back to see your release coating your pretty pussy, the whole bottom of his face sharing the same sheen.

RECEIVING — Although not as much as eating you out, Ghost really enjoys blowjobs, just like any other man. It feeds into whatever kink he’s not too bothered in finding out about, the mere sight of you on our knees pawing at his growing erection enough to make him bust right then and there.

You might try your best to not drool or gag when you first take him into your mouth, but Ghost couldn’t care any less, in fact, he will grab the back of your head and push you further down on his cock to see it happen, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he feels your drool coat his dick, pulling you back just to see the string of saliva and pre that connects you to the head of his cock.

He fucking loves messy head, he’s not ashamed of it in the least. If your makeup isn’t running down your cheeks and you’re not breathing for air by the end of it, he’s not done it right, and you best know that you’re going for another round.

Also really loves when you wear lipstick for formal occasions or when going outside, will pull you into the nearest bathroom just to get you to coat his cock in that pretty shade, staring down at the marks as if they were some kind of trophy while you worship his cock (also gets a kick out of watching you rub at your face to clean the now very smudged lipstick off).

He isn’t just satisfied with you swallowing his load just like that, he wants to see it, prying your mouth open and ignoring your pitiful whines just to see is load covering your tongue, closing your mouth and letting it slide down your throat before pulling you up in a very fucking messy kiss.

SOAP

GIVING — Although a gentleman when it comes to many things, Johnny is all but when it comes to burying his face in your pretty pussy. He loves the mess that comes with it, mixing in saliva (his and your own if you let him) and spitting on your clit to watch it mix in with your own juices. It’s fucking nasty to him, and he loves it. He gives you a sleazy grin every time you whine at him for doing something like that, knowing that you secretly love it thanks to the array of moans you let out once he dives back in.

Is very not opposed to going down on you after giving you a creampie, even as you whine that he doesn’t have to do it, he doesn’t care, he likes seeing you overstimulated, especially while toying and sucking your clit with his mouth after the pounding he just gave you.

Really likes coming back after an especially long mission to just bend you over one of the kitchen counters and eat you out from behind, hands spreading open your thighs and feeling them tremble beneath his touch giving him a rush of adrenaline to continue much like the ones on the battlefield, leaving bite marks and bruise all over your backside that he will definitely spend hours later treating and apologising for, but in the heat of the moment he couldn’t care less, only focused on getting you off as many times as humanly possible.

Also please please please sit on this man’s face, he is such a whore for that. Doesn’t matter if you’ll crush or rid him of air, he’s a trained soldier, he’ll be fine. When you finally do, he will be ecstatic, pulling you as close as he can and sloppily making out with your pussy, growling and moaning against the sensitive skin every time you try to adjust yourself or, heaven forbid, make a move to pull yourself off, unless you tap out, he’s not stopping. Once you’ve had enough, he’ll be pawing at your thighs while you sit back on his chest as if he isn’t done, whining at you to please just give him one more, and of course, who can say no to those goddamn puppy eyes of his?

RECEIVING — Fucking loves blowies, this guy. Your mouth around his cock is one of the best feelings ever, almost like your saliva was some kind of aphrodisiac, it gets him so gone.

Soap likes to take it slow, softly leading your head up and down his cock and letting you take as much time as you need adjusting to him, pressing kisses all over his shaft and balls, sucking on the tip of his cock, spreading his pre with your fingers or tongue, he fucking loves all of it.

He’s a huge fan of edging, so once he’s about to come, he either waits for you to pull back and switch to languid strokes or pulls you back himself, giving you both time to breathe before pushing you back down.

Although it’s mostly slow and tame compared to many other aspects of sex with him, he enjoys pushing you down randomly to the base just to feel your throat flex around his cock, drool and cum dribbling down your mouth and tangling into his pubes.

Another big fan of watching you swallow his cum, but instead of him having told you this directly, you learnt it on your own after a few rounds, noticing the way his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed while watching you swallow and clean up his cum from his cock.

Soap’s ready to cum again as soon as you lean up to him and open up your mouth to let him watch you swallow, pressing soft kisses to your face afterwards like some type of praise and reward for your little show.

PRICE

GIVING — Price goes all fucking out when it comes to eating you out, I’m talking biting and sucking and running his tongue anywhere it can reach, almost like a sloppy makeout session with your cunt instead of your mouth.

Will not stop until your cum is fully coating the bottom half of his face and soaking his beard, loves getting up after it to see your cum soaking his beard, as much as you tell him he shouldn’t like it, he’s so turned on by it, it’s almost like you’ve put some kind of claim on him.

Always teases you with the amount of experience he has, having noticed the slight twinge of disappointment in your expression after his first time eating you out (due to him having gone slower and softer than he normally would've, he didn’t want to hurt you or overwhelm you in any way), and immediately went all out the next time you spread your legs for him, leaving you a mess of tears and jumbled words as he pressed slow kisses to your sore clit.

Unfortunately, will leave a few patches of beard burn in his wake. He does try his best to not rub his beard as frequently against the sensitive parts of your thighs, but he just cant help how quickly he gives in to your cunt and forgets all about it.

Also a fucking beast after coming off a mission, he will not have even said hello to you before he’s already pressing your body into the sofa and shoving his face into your wet cunt, taking out all of his furstrations on your sore pussy and preening with the constant praises and moans you feed him with, already knowing how much he needs this after one of his stressful missions.

RECEIVING — A very lazy receiver, loves just relaxing into his seat and letting you work for it, occasionally helping you with taking him fully down your throat or with the pace whenever he decides it’s too fast or slow for his liking, will probably have a cigar hanging loosely from his lips or a glass of some expensive bourbon in his hand while he watches you get him off, almost like he’s watching a football game and not his lover drool all over his cock.

Will sometimes buck his hips up from their spot when he’s nearing his release, but that’s all the help you’ll get while getting him to cum, a loud and deep groan leaving his pretty lips as he finally releases down your throat. Grabs your chin and makes you open up to make sure you’ve swallowed all of his spend, although sometimes he pulls you off right before he’s about to cum and finishes inside your pussy just to see you squirm.

Might just treat this like some type of recreational acidity, having you on your knees in his office at home while he’s doing work or making calls like you’re not sucking on his tip and kissing him all over in hopes of getting a reaction out of him that isn’t a pleased hum.

Flicks your forehead if you graze your teeth against him on purpose just to get his attention, the ends of his moustache twitching as he clenches his jaw, and although it's not quite the reaction you wanted, being facefucked by your boyfriend instead of having him completely ignore you is better than nothing.

GAZ

GIVING — Kyle's a romantic when it comes to eating you out. Likes spreading your legs out as far as they can go to have you on display for him, savouring you and your taste as if you were the most exquisite meal and he's just the lucky bastard who gets to savour it.

Moans and whines as he's eating you out, both because he knows you like the vibrations from his voice and because he's also very much enjoy it, gets off at the sight of you fucked out and moaning for more, he won't lie, it gives him the biggest hard on.

Likes eating you out from behind as well, whether it's on the bed with you on all fours or you doubled over a counter, gives him much more access from that angle and fucking loves just pressing his whole face into your slick pussy.

Which brings me to the amount of desperation he is in for you to sit on his face.

He just wants to be suffocated by your cunt, is that so much to ask for?

Will spend hours with you sat on his face if you let him, arms wrapped around your plush thighs in an attempt to press you impossibly closer, moaning and whining against your clit whenever you jolt in pleasure or cry out his name. He's in so much pleasure if you decide to ride his face, I'm talking grabbing him by the hair and grinding yourself against him, he goes crazy for that shit, has and will cream himself from just that.

Really big on pussy slapping as well. Like he’ll be in the middle of making out with your cunt in one of the most romantic ways, murmuring praises and telling you how beautiful you look fucked out for him, but as soon as your eyes threaten to close out out of exhaustion, hes pulling himself off and delivering a sharp slap to your puffy cunt, a sleazy grin on his lips as you jolt back with a mewl and let him go back to eating you out.

RECEIVING — Gaz really loves fucking your face. Nothing gets him more riled up than pulling your head back from his cock to watch you gasp for air with cum and drool dripping down your mouth and tits, his cock is immediately growing 10x harder.

He will get sloppy wherever he can. I'm talking about the bathroom at base, the shower, the alleyway of some pub, the car while he's driving, he's such a whore for getting caught even if you never are, he just loves the risk and how nervous you get.

Also not opposed to some good old 69, having you sit on his face while you're trying your best to suck on his fat cock? It sounds like absolute heaven to him, especially after you're both finished and you're able to share a very messy and sloppy kiss with him, dragging both your juices all over your mouths before passing out.

Gaz is the kind of guy to love when you lie down on the bed with your back to the mattress, head hanging on the edge so he can easily slot his cock into your waiting mouth, hand grabbing at your throat to feel the bulge he creates with every hard thrust. Will also lean over once in a while to flick at your clit or pinch one of your nipples while he's ruining your throat. Never cums in your mouth during that position, will always pull out and cum all over your face and tits while you press kisses to his balls, fingers coming down to spread his cum all over, a giddy look on his fucked out face.

KÖNIG

GIVING — König is enamoured with the fact that you're so much smaller than him, nothing gets him more flustered than the sight of his hands around your thighs, spreading them to lay his eyes upon the beautiful sight of your cunt, whines and moans leaving his mouth at the mere sight of it, one finger enough to simulate the feeling of a small dildo, making him go insane.

He gets so frustrated when his hood can't stay in one place while he's eating you out, finally giving up and resorting to just throwing it off so you can get a better look at his pretty face and tearful eyes and tug on his hair to pull him closer into you.

Loves starting sex with eating you out on some type of surface that isn’t the bed, just because he gets to carry you into the bedroom after you’ve come and display his strength to you (he gets so crazy whenever you acknowledge his muscles or how strong he is, please praise this man, he fucking needs it) and get you to cum a second time.

Also, really big on overstimulation, he goes fucking feral whenever you’re beneath him sobbing and crying out of pleasure, pleasure he’s giving you, grabbing him by the hair in order to try and get him to stop so you can give some pleasure back, but he’s an unmoving force, buried between your thighs showing no signs of stopping until you brain is mush.

RECEIVING — Good luck.

...

No, like, seriously. Good fucking luck.

There's no way in hell you’re taking him down to the base the first time you go down on him, not even the times following. Being able to suck König off properly is a skill to be trained, he’s just that fucking big. And poor man doesn’t even seem to realise it, sometimes being a bit forceful when you’re already struggling to reach the base, pushing you further down or bucking his hips upwards to feel you choke and gasp around it (he cries out that he’s sorry after doing it, but you know he isn’t, he wouldn’t keep doing it with that desperate look in his eyes and raspy breaths if he was). He was so nervous the first time you offered to suck him off, very shaky and whimpery as you ogle at his cock in awe, thinking that it was maybe too small for you or you weren’t expecting it to be like this- He was so confused in the following minutes as you spluttered and praised him about how big he was, about how you could barely fit the tip into your mouth, and good lord, the moment you started running your tongue over it and taking it into your mouth, he came. König is a very quick cummer when it comes to your mouth, he just can't help it. You look so pretty and hot on your knees struggling to fit him in, with those cute tears rolling down your cheeks and such sweet praises falling from your lips every time you pull back for air, he just goes braindead. He wishes he could keep it in, to not cum as quickly as he does, but the delighted face you make whenever he busts is enough to make up for the embarrassment. He is immediately hard again as soon as you show him his big load in your mouth.

VALERIA

GIVING — Valeria’s so fucking mean when it comes to eating you out. She’ll be in the most compromising position ever between your thighs and still be spewing shit at you for trembling, for moaning pathetically, for looking so fucked out whenever you cum, for the pitiful whines you let out; nipping at your sensitive skin and biting down on your thighs as a warning whenever you try to say something snarky back or are being a brat. That being said, she loves taming a fucking brat, so don’t hesitate to do so even with the glares she gives you when you say shit back to her, she enjoys the challenge almost as much as she enjoys having you all dumb and crying under her tongue, which will always be the end goal whenever she goes down on you.

Will and has tied you up if she can’t get you to stay still or quiet, nails digging into your thighs as she runs her expert tongue all over you every time you make even a squeak, angered eyes making eye contact with yours almost as a warning for you to keep quiet, and if you don’t abide by those simple rules, she will shove a vibrator into you at the lowest setting and fuck off, waiting for a few hours until coming back and finishing what she started, although she will not be stopping until you’re completely stupid.

Big biter as well, has nibbled on your clit a few times just to see you cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, laughing at your flustered stare before pressing a few kisses to the bundle of nerves as an apology (that she definitely does not mean).

RECEIVING — As said before, a really huge brat tamer, so she really enjoys shutting that snarky mouth of yours up by sitting on your face or just full on shoving your face into her crotch and waiting for you to get the message. Likes being almost fully clothed while being eaten out, especially if you’re in lingerie or just naked, it gives her a sense of power she cannot get anywhere else, smug look on her face while she watches you slowly get her and yourself off (depending on her mood, sometimes the small slip of your fingers moving across your own pussy will go unnoticed and others she’ll stop you and tie your hands up with her belt).

Acts like it’s not happening, might even have a drink or watch some shitty tv show while it’s happening, only talking to you when you’re slowing down, reminding you that even if it doesn’t seem like it, se is paying attention, and you will get punished if she finds you slacking.

Loves loves loves riding your face, having you beneath her eating her out only inflates her ego even more, especially if it’s 69, that way, she gets to feel you fall apart and gets all the pleasure she needs from your broken moans and cries while you desperately try to keep up with her rhythm, always eager to please her.

ALEJANDRO

GIVING — Huge fucking tease. Alejandro loves edging you to a point where you’re screaming at him to please let you come, to which he always responds with a condescending pout and sweet kisses all over your face, as if you’re the one being dramatic, rolling his eyes before spreading your legs once again with a sigh before finally going back in and letting you cum (giving you a mean grin after you’ve come down from your high and hitting you with a “Wasn’t that hard now, was it, mi amor?”). Apart from the huge bursts of mean he gets while eating you out sometimes, he is mostly a really loving giver, and is always so attentive to all your needs, whether it’s an extra pillow beneath your back or the posture he’s holding your leg in is a bit uncomfortable, he’ll do his absolute damn best to make it as best he can for you. Loves paying attention to your clit, it almost seems like his tongue was made for running it all over and playing with it, he just adores the sounds you make whenever he runs it up to your little bundle of nerves.

Another big fan of having you sit on his face. And he never explicitly asks you to do it, you always somehow just know. Maybe it’s how he’s tugging you upwards while you’re sitting on his lap or how desperate he seems to move onto his back while he's lying down eating you out, it always ends up with you grinding down onto his waiting face, a dumb smile on his lips as you pull off.

(Also another member of the beard burn club, unfortunately.)

RECEIVING — Alejandro’s so loud when you’re going down on him, it’s almost ridiculous. You could never try and suck him off anywhere but in your rooms for that exact reason. Yeah, he’ll start off with quiet breaths and moans through clenched teeth but will always end up a mess of loud grunts and groans as he pistons his hips in and out of your mouth.

But doing it at home is fine, I mean, who wouldn’t want to listen to this hunk of a man slowly fall apart in your mouth? He makes the pain in your throat after it so fucking worth it.

He is in love with having his hand around your throat some way or other while you’re taking him, amazed with the small bulge that formes just from his size; or with having you sit on his chest while you suck him off, it gives him such an amazing view of how hot your ass looks and your pink pussy peeking out, it gets him so fucking hard.

Biggest whore for cumplay, he loves seeing you covered in it, whether its from you pulling back before he cums and letting it paint your pretty chest or from letting him spread his cum all over your face from your mouth, he fucking goes feral for it. He thinks it's probably some kind of primal instinct of having you covered in him, almost like a claim of sorts over you, and he is in love with that idea.

Alejandro cums so fucking much, by the way, if you were to try and milk him completely, you’d be there for hours, but luckily for you, after four or five rounds, he deems it enough (he knows that if you went on, you’d probably pass out).

RODOLFO

GIVING — Rudy is a fucking god when it comes to eating you out. It's his favourite activity, he gets so so happy whenever you let him go down on you, desperate hands grabbing at your thighs and fully burying himself into your cunt, as if you were the finest food and he was a starved man, moaning with every stroke of his tongue, the mere taste of you enough to get him close to edge. He gets so worked up while doing it, grinding into the mattress below him pulling even more sounds out of him that vibrate into your core, getting himself off at the same time. Sometimes, he doesn't even need to grind or touch himself, he can't count the times he's cummed without any friction,just with you on his face or with the sight of you cumming.

He's the sweetest when it comes to this, always giving you as much as you want and need, never teasing you or edging you, always getting to the point with beautiful words and encouraging whispers, smiling at you as he rubs your clit through your orgasm, cooing at you for looking so goddamn cute while cumming.

Gets really pussy drunk, I'm talking having to pull him upwards because he's so doozy, holding his pretty face in your hands as you press kisses all over his face, instantly waking him up and spurring him to start another round.

RECEIVING — He's so whiny when he's getting head, goes all fucking red as he grips whatever he can to ground him, to stop him from bucking up into your warm mouth and ending it all. Might even drool a bit during it, head lolling to a side as he watches you transfixed work on his cock.

He's such a sweet dom through and through, especially when you're pressing kisses to his cock, he's got such a goofy smile on his lips as his hand presses against the back of your head, helping you with your pace. Might pass out if after he's finished you insist on showing him his load in his mouth, his hips buck up into the air as his cock grows hard once again, a small whine leaving his lips.

Even though he is one of the nicer doms, he can't lie that seeing your wrists tied up behind your back while you struggle to take him without the help of your hands makes him very flustered. He adores how pathetic you look trying to deepthroat him, whimpering with every failed attempt until he succumbs to your whiny behaviour, helping you take him with coos and praises, constantly telling you how good you're being and how good he's going to fuck you once he's satisfied.

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yandere-kokeshi · 8 months

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— addicted <3

Pairing || yandere Valeria x female reader

Summary || Valeria uses an aphrodisiac on you to make you realize you need her when your escape plan fails.

Warnings || yandere behavior, dub-con, aphrodisiac, knife kink (subtle), mistress/mami kink, hair pulling (reader received), strap-on (reader received), and over-stimulation.

To say you felt hot was an understatement. It was so hot — everything was humid, sweat pouring down your face and body as your skin was sticking to your clothes. You were heaving, head resting against the back of the chair that you’re currently tied to.

There was a sticky feeling, a burning passion in your lower stomach. It was hell.

No matter how much you tried rubbing your thighs, it never satisfied the lechery luring in. The irritated and sopping wet skin was making you mad. Your wetness piling against your underwear. And clearly, she was enjoying it from her peering eyes in front of you.

You have no idea how or why you stood out to the infamous Sin Nombre, but somehow you did. It was quite funny, really. You had met her by accident, running into her with a cup of coffee. The cliché way.

At first, she was nice. Then it resulted in her being more possessive. More protective. Then when learning she was the Sin Nombre, she kidnapped you – locked you up in the famous drug house. You tried to escape, you planned it well. Or so you thought.

It’s not right or ethical, but it’s something. Something you were willing to risk. But, she knew. Knew the entire plan. You don’t know when she noticed truly how deep your loyalty lies. Maybe she’s known since the beginning.

Currently, she has you tied in her bedroom, injected with a drug that was obviously working — the ropes digging in your legs, shoulder, and biceps. It was irritating. But not as hard as the deepening need of being touched.

You could only concentrate on the woman in front of you. Valeria, who you’ve come to know as your wife, was really attractive. But right now, she was more than attractive. Her eyes narrowed at you, left hand occupied with a cigarette as the other one swirled a glass of Whiskey; a sign of her carelessness of your now-attitude. Ignoring you.

“Are you nervous, cariña?”

You swallowed thickly. Looking at her with a cold face, even though you were heaving in sweat. You said nothing. She enjoyed your torture, smirking as if you’re the pet in a circus show.

“I’m getting impatient,” she remarked, standing up as her boots creaked against the olden wooden-boards. She walked over, making sure to place her glass on the table nearby before circling around you – making you feel more scrutinized.

“I must admit, you scared me.” Valeria comments. Doing one more twirl before leaning down to be eye-level with you, the room is deadly silent after her words fade. “You’ve been naughty, no?”

Though, she reached over and held your chin between her thumb and forefinger; her scent of amber and fine wood, mixed with a subtle floral note sweeping in. You could practically taste the Whiskey and cigarettes from her breathing against your cheek.

Your heart is beating out of your chest. It doesn’t help that you felt horny. All sweaty from her warm hands that send shivers down your spine and right down to your cunt. She was saying be afraid. Be obedient.

“Nadie, vendrá an ayudarte,” she whispers into your ear, her breath tickling your ear. You furrowed your eyebrows, trying to ignore the flamed throb between your lower stomach and cunt, but to no avail, she smirked at your uncomfortable movements.

You feel filthy — body covered in sweat and clothes prickly against your skin. Your hair was greasy, days of not being able to shower other than using a damp towel. But you did bring this upon yourself. It was your punishment, after all.

Tensing at her touch, you tried glamping your thighs shut – wanting to ignore the continuous throb, the familiar need of touch. A kiss. Your arms were neatly folded behind you, but as you tried budging out of them, she let out a chuckle.

“You look so pretty,” she cooed, her hand turning your head right into the direction she wanted you to. Her face moved closer to yours, right beside your ear, and heaved heavily. Valeria licked a strip of your outside shell, nibbling at your lobe before easing her grip onto your shoulder.

Though, as shook back up a bit, Valeria’s tongue roughly invaded your mouth, her hand gripping your hair as her tongue fought for dominance — letting her do as you please as you moaned from the friction of her thick muscle.

The two of you kissed, she moaned. Biting your lip roughly before detaching herself with a trail of saliva, making you whine out, and she let out a laugh. But, her face got serious – eyes darker than you’ve ever seen, and she kneeled down to your level once again.

“Why did you want to escape?” she asked, her hand traveling down to your shirt before pulling out a sharpened knife, which ripping came like thunders in the air and the weight of your shirt and bra disappeared, raining down to the floor in pieces.

Her hands traveled to your breasts, giving them a rough squeeze. She started kneading at them, chuckling out at your gasping of pleasure. “Mm? Why Cariño? Do I not take good care of you?” she inquired.

You said nothing but only whimpered. You were hot. Bothered. The state of being horny. She hummed at your silence, her smirk widening at your resistance.

“What’s got you worked up, querido?” Valeria asked. You could pretty much see the fake frown she wore, acting all innocent. As she waited for an answer, Valeria trailed the side of the knife up and down your arm, cautiously and slowly, letting the metal cool you. Her other hand gripped your shoulder tighter. You let out a sigh at her touches, unable to really keep yourself together anymore.

You shook your head, to which, she gripped your chin harder and made you look at her, making direct eye contact with a look of devious thoughts. “I can’t help you if you don’t tell me.”

You swallowed, “It’s… It’s the—,” you lost your train of thought as Valeria’s free hand came down and cupped your tit, giving them a firm squeeze. Her thumbs took turns twisting and pulling at your hardened nipples, making you whine out in pleasure. Your skin was blazing.

“It’s the what?” she teased on.

You felt hot. Extremely hot and wet.

“Oh, g–od,” you murmured, leaning your head back as she chuckles; her mouth enveloping your nipple. You forced yourself to breathe, feeling her knife travel to your stomach, circling around your belly button as she sucked and pulled at your nipples. Making sure to give each one appropriate attention.

“So needy, mi pedacito de cielo,” there was just a hint of mocking in her tone, which didn’t help the wetness still forming between your thighs. You tried clamping your thighs closed, wanting to relieve the continuous assaults.

“Ah, ah,” Valeria purred loudly, reopening your thighs forcibly with her one hand. “A bad girl doesn’t get to relieve herself until her mami says so. Understood?”

Weakly and just as pathetically, you nodded. It was all you could do — you couldn’t trust your voice.

She sinks, grazing her hands all down your body, until she reaches your pants – hooking her fingers into the belt loops and looking up, “Be a good girl and you might win the prize.”

You feel your panties soak at her words. Weak moans escape your throat as she pulls on your nipples one last time before unbuttoning your pants, slightly lifting you up as she slid them and your soaked underwear off.

“So wet for me,” Valeria cooed, picking up the knife once again as she traced the knife near your neck, being dragged over your hot skin. “And all from me twirling a knife? How pathetic, don’t you think? It’s a knife, amor. A weapon. Could slice through anything and yet it turns you on?”

You let out a small whimper as she got back from the ground, twirling right behind you as she undid the ropes that were keeping you bound. Though, she pulled you up by your forearm until you were standing, too. Your legs were shaking, but you didn’t have it in yourself to stop her.

With a single quick sweep of her movements, Valeria grabbed you and pushed your face down on a table in front of you. You tried getting up, not because you wanted to, but because you wanted to see what she was going to do from behind you.

But, her hand roughly slapped your ass, “Stay down.” she commanded, leaving you to whimper as she pushed your legs further apart. Her voice was hard, and it turned you more on than ever.

You heard her belt undoing and the soft thud of her pants falling down. The familiar sound of a shirt dropping and a bra unclipping. For a second, the thought of her going to her knees, licking a strip up and down your cunt was forward. But when she came in front of you, a black strap-on in her hand as her naked body showed off, your mouth watered.

Gulping in excited anticipation, you looked up at her. She pulled the strap-on over her legs and retreated in front of you. The most beautiful, devious smile spreads across her face as she hovers over you, her eyes dark and full of lust. “C’mon, get your mouth wide open, pup. You have to suck my cock, first. Get it nice and wet, hmm?”

Valeria grabbed a fistful of your hair, forcing you to yelp as you were practically dripping. Your wetness smears around and down your thighs, body shaking from adrenaline and excitement.

“What do you say, pup?” she taunted. “You have manners, don’t you?”

“Y–es mami,” you mused, biting your lips.

“Good girl,” she purred, grabbing the side of your head, as well as the toy, and pushed it against your lips, prompting you to open your mouth. You gladly accepted the toy, letting it fill your entire mouth. It just barely fit, and you gagged around it as Valeria pushed the whole thing in until it was hitting the back of your throat.

When there was no more room in your mouth, you smiled as best you could while looking up for approval. “Atta’ girl,” Valeria chuckled. She released her fingers from your hair, allowing you to take a small pill of control. Your hands took hold of her hips, trying to ignore how her pussy glistened as you bobbed your head up and down.

She watched you with a proud smirk spread across her features. Her hands found their way on top of your own. She hummed as you moved your mouth back and forth on the toy, “I think that’s good enough.” Valeria pulled you away from the strap, and when her fingers grazed against your skin, you trembled and let out a sly moan.

In swift movements, she managed to remove herself from in front of you to behind, her hand rested on the back of your neck, effectively pinning you down. A loud mewl tore through you as pleasurable pain surged through your right ass cheek, Valeria chuckling darkly at your reaction.

She massaged the stung flesh, rubbing it away as she repositioned your legs open, her hands dragging downward lines and shapes on your soft, malleable flesh of the inside of your thigh. Valeria gleamed down at your dripping cunt. It’s all for her. And oh, how she was going to ravage you.

Valeria clicked her tongue, raising her nimble fingers through your shiny folds, collecting your slick on her fingertips.

“My poor baby. What a needy thing,” she tutted, fingers playing around your hole, teasing by circling around and pushing ever so slightly. You bucked your hips, but to no avail, she kept teasing. Instead, she swiped her fingers up, finally finding your buzzing clit and playing with it in soft circles.

You moaned out, fingers scraping at the polished wood of the desk, warmth quickly pooling in the pit of your stomach.

“Mami- please!”

“Please, what?” she asked, running the toy through your sopping folds. Your mouth fell agape in soundless moans, but let out a yelp as her hand, that was holding the nap of your neck, now tangled in your roots and yanked your hair backward towards herself.

“Fuck!” you slurred, skin prickling with desire and need.

Her fingers swiped over your swollen clit at a quicker pace, a sly smirk curling over her pretty lips; watching how your fingers curled into a fist, shaking with electricity, the obvious throb between your legs beginning to clock your judgment.

“Fe–els so good,” you whined.

“What feels good? My fingers?” she gave a small pinch for emphasis, making you jolt. You stupidly nodded, too focused on the feeling of her fingers circling your clit.

You whimpered when you felt her rub the cock over your wet folds, but that was all the indication you got before she slammed the length into your pulsing hole. Furthermore, you moaned out like a whore, feeling the silicone sock stretching your walls.

“Val…” you sobbed half her name as she began thrusting into you. She was rough, the desk shaking with force as some papers – which were stained with sweat – flung off the table and onto the ground.

Your head was spinning, her cock buried in your cunt and the harness around her waist lights your skin on fire, thighs slapping against the back of yours with each experimental thrust. Your legs trembled with the way she was pumping into you.

“Buena niña, such a cock hungry whore.”

“Valeria!” you squealed out. Her filthy words were getting to your head, making you wail out cries when you felt her hand slap your ass once again. “It’s mami for you.”

“M… Mami!” you cried out, and the words seemed oddly perfect in your mouth. Her hips pushed forward and pelvis flushed against your ass to shove the toy as far as it can go. Valeria’s eyes crinkle and lashes speck her vision as she watches the way your spine bends, shoulders squared back as she fucks you on the toy cock. Her toy cock.

“Going to fuck you till you’re dumb. You’d like that, huh? Head so empty now, isn’t it?”

You blindly nodded, not even comprehending what she was saying anymore. Her words were arousing you more than ever, and you never wanted her to stop fucking you. “Oh g–od! Fuck, yes! Please, mami!” you mindlessly mumbled.

Your eyes were closed and mouth wide open, drool coming down and spilling on the desk and smearing on your cheek. Your body had gone lax, making her ram into you more, finally channeling the need of lust within your bones.

“You just like being a hole for me, don’t you? Are you a whore just for me?”

When you didn’t answer and just kept moaning, Valeria spanked you again. Your eyes flew open, and she smirked as you came back to the land of the living.

“I asked, are you a whore for me?” your body was a hot wire ready to go off and with her asking questions were making you practically dizzy.

You moaned as the dildo hit that spot perfectly, “Jus’ for you, mami! No one else!”

Her chest swelled up with pride, watching how your hips moved back a little, back arching more and more, legs shaking, body sweating, and your sweet moans feeding her ego. Yeah. She’s for you. You need her. Just like how she needs you.

“Yeah? Just for me?”

“All for you, Mami!” you meekly answered, toes curling as her cock hit that spot over, over, and over again.

Her slender fingers went down, rubbing tight circles over your clit, hand cramping and knuckles bending to make you jolt the way she likes.

The cocky smirk never leaves her lips, free hand sunken into your waist. Her back arches, hips pushed forward and pelvis flushed against your ass to shove the toy as far as it can go. “Cojeme!” Valeria yelled, she licks over her lower lip and sucks on her teeth.

Her fingers leave your clit as soon as your breath starts to speed up. And on the behalf of her ramming into you, out of the corner of your eye, you can see her tongue roll out. Her pink muscle flats as she sticks her fingers in her mouth and sucks your juices off them.

Without warning, your orgasm hit you like a train, hard and high. The knot in the bottom of your stomach snapped, and your release washed over you. Your face was drenched in sweat as your body shook from the force of it. Volcano stars burst behind your eyes as you floated on the strong currents of your bliss.

Valeria fucked you through your orgasm, her thrusts going uncoordinated till she stops completely, heaving heavily as her lips attached to your neck; sucking and pulling at your melted-teasing skin that was on fire.

However, it was clear the woman behind you was not done. Not even near. Her hand gripped your chin, making your head turn as her nose bumps against yours and drool soaks her chin, tilting her head and sliding her tongue to deepen your kiss.

Her breasts were resting against your back, sweat pooling against both of your hot skin. One of her hands decided to travel down to your overstimulated pussy, collecting your slickness and playing with your buzzed clit, while her other hand with blunt nails grazed down your sides.

“S–top,” you mewled, feeling the rise of the drug in use.

Valeria chuckled, before saying something that sent shivers down your spine and down to your pussy as her hips started rocking back and forth.

“Look how well you’re sucking me in with that greedy cunt of yours!” Another laugh leaves her when your pupils dilate, back arching off the table. She rolls her hips faster, thighs slapping against yours.

“Since you’ve been a bad girl, I’ll need to fuck the idea of the outside till you know your place.”

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blingblong55 · 9 months

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Fishnets- Valeria Garza NSFW

Based on a request

F!Reader, MDNI, 18+, smut, F!sub-Reader x F!Dom- Valeria

(If you want an M!reader version please let me know)

A sexual relationship with the enemy sounded better each time you and she spent the night and early mornings in each other's arms, moaning and whimpering each other's name. It all started after Los Vaqueros betrayed you, and left you to die on enemy grounds. Valeria thought you needed some interrogation so for nights on end she was the one who would torture and please you but that was only when you would give her good information on Los Vaqueros.

As days and nights turned into weeks and months, you and she started to grow some more sexual tension amongst each other. She no longer pleased you when you gave her what she wanted but rather when she needed to release some of her own pleasure. Nights, when she held a knife to your throat, turned to nights when she kissed your body, pleased all your sensitive spots.

Soon, you were no longer the enemy to her but rather her lover and toy to use. She'd make you wear short skirts and short dresses, for all to see the territory she had claimed the night before. All her soldiers knew who you had become to their leader, they never disrespected you but rather protected you from any enemy and threat you'd encounter on days Valeria wanted you to go and buy pretty dresses to wear for her.

Days, when she would remember how the Vaqueros left you behind, were when she'd record you and her having sex. You rode her thigh as she slapped your already abused tits, moaning louder by the second as she made you look into the camera and moan her name. "Fuck...please...please I need more!" you whimper as she slaps your tits again, harder this time. When you and her started to record such moments, she knew she wanted to add something more to your body, piercings. Your hardened nipples wearing red dangly jewels, tongue pierced for when she made you eat her out.

At times, she wears some strapons and makes you ride her this way, for the camera and for her own pleasure. Tonight was almost the same. She wanted you to be at some meeting for her, fishnets, a short little skirt and a tight shirt where your tits almost showed off completely to the rest of the men in the room. You sat on her lap, she would caress your thighs and if she was bored, she'd slide her hands under your skirt and slowly rub her fingers at your wet entrance. "Wish I could fuck you on this table, hermosa." She whispers There were times that if you misbehaved she would not allow you to wear panties, but that was just on rare occasions.

After the meeting was done, she and you went upstairs. Closed shut, lights dimmed and you pushed into the bed. She slowly spread your legs open, crawling to your wet slit. A vibrator in hand as she slowly begins to turn it on and place it on you. Once you let out the first moan, she turns it off and ties your hands to the bed frame. She slowly begins to undress you, kissing and nibbling on your soft skin. Your soft and delicate moans fill the room, pleasing her ears with each taste she gets from you.

Valeria soon removed all the layers of clothing you had on, and small moans left her as she began to ride your thigh. Her wet cunt on your thighs, giving you pleasure of your own. You became wetter and even more sensitive when she placed a vibrator in your cunt. Your hips moved a little, back arching more and more, legs shaking a little, and your sweet moans fed her ego. She moans more when her own cunt becomes more sensitive, before she reaches climax, she gets off your thigh, lowers herself and her tongue meets your wet cunt.

She removes the vibrator, hands either on your hips or griping your thighs. You eventually reach your own climax and scream her name in pleasure. She slaps your sensitive cunt, spitting on it and continuing to eat you out as you beg for mercy. She pushes your lower abdomen once her fingers are inside of you, and your tears run down as you become even more sensitive to her touches.

With more thrusts of her fingers into you, the more moans and whimpers she'd get out of you. You squirted a bit and she happily got back to eating you out. She moaned and made eye contact as she savoured your delicious fluids. If you were too flustered and had to look away she'd slap your cunt and make you look at her.

After she is done with you, she unties you and grabs a towel, cleaning your body. Leaving kisses as she praises you. "You did so well for me." Her kisses turned softer as she cuddled your body. You are both tired and holding each other as more kisses turn into pillow talk. Soon you both slept, holding the other after another beautiful night together.

A/N: Was this okay? I really hope it was and if it wasn't sorry

Tags: @teethsex

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sweetiecutie · 10 months

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Valeria Garza sugar mommy hc’s

Pairing: Valeria Garza x fem! Reader

Warnings: mdni, sugar mommy/sugar baby dynamics, age gap, a liiiiittle bit of angst but it’s all good, smut, it’s proofread a few times but I’m dyslexic so there prob will be mistakes lmao😭

In my mind Valeria is a raging lesbian. She always knew that she was attracted to women, but still gave a few goes to relationships with men. And, needless to say, the only things she got from those were trauma and deep disappointment in men. I can’t tell about her relationships with Alejandro for sure - were they platonic or romantic - but I kinda feel like he was the final straw for her. After whatever happened between these two, even an idea itself of being together with a man repulsed Valeria.

So when she laid her eyes on you - pretty little thing, all giggly and bubbly, looking up at her with those adorable doe eyes - Valeria knew that she just had to have you at any cost.

At first she was very subtle with her advances - she wanted to make sure that you were into women as well, to avoid yet another painful disappointment. And she couldn’t exactly ask you straight - that could’ve freak you out and scare you away - last thing Valeria would want. It took a pretty long while - for Valeria’s great dismay and frustration - for a perfect opportunity to finally come. And when you, giggling and blushing, confessed that you were indeed interested in women - Valeria felt giddy. Just perfect.

After this rather informative conversation between the two of you, Valeria finally decided to bring to life her plan of courting you. At first it was very confusing for both you of you. Mostly you. Here she is - this insanely attractive older woman, being genuinely interested in your company, asking you out for coffee or just a ‘girls night’ every once in a while, and you didn’t know how to feel about it all. Valeria was playful and flirty, all the fleeting touches on your shoulders or thighs that made you tremble, your fingers brushing while handing something to each other, longing stares that were a bit too long to be brushed off and it wasn’t long until you developed a crush on her. And rather huge one, I’d say. “But did she actually feel the same? Was she interested in you the way you were in her? Or was she just playing around, like a cat with a trembling mouse, before throwing you away once she got bored?” - these were the questions buzzing loudly in your head, and you didn’t know what to do.

You’ve been fighting your feelings back - ignoring butterflies flaring in your stomach whenever Valeria called you, or stupid smile stretching your lips at the mere thought of her. Your “little crush” turned out to be stronger than you initially thought it was, and it scared you. So, to avoid your heart being broken, you decided to take this whole situation into your own hands. And by that you meant ignoring Valeria until your feeling for her disappeared.

And oh baby, was she annoyed by that. Once eager and happy “Of course, sushi night sounds just great” from you was replaced by “Sorry, but uni really has me in a chokehold, gotta lots of work to do”. This lasted for nearly a month before Valeria’s this thin patience finally snapped - she had to do something about it.

She decided to visit you late in the evening (so that she was sure you were home, to avoid possible frustration by you being absent). Banging on your front door she waited patiently for you to open it, listening to quiet scurrying on the other side.

Soon tentative “who’s there?” came from you, your voice sounded so small - scared, even - not waiting anyone this late of an hour.

- It’s me, hermosa. Open the door, - she said as calmly as she could manage, jaw set tightly and nostrils flaring as adrenaline was rushing through her veins.

You cracked open the door, peeking out to make sure it was actually her, before opening it fully. Valeria felt her rage fading slightly at the sight of you - hair all disheveled and up in a rushed bun, skin flushed and soft from hot shower, small silky bathrobe you had on gave her a pretty sight of your plushy thighs.

You were relieved to see her at your door and not some creep that could put you in danger. But the look of annoyance etched on her pretty face made you gulp nervously, whole body tensing as you could clearly feel a not so pleasant conversation quickly approaching.

You stepped aside, letting Valeria inside your small apartment. She made her way to your living room, stopping in the middle of the room and looking around, not saying a single word. You lingered behind her awkwardly, not knowing what to do.

- Sooo, would you like some coffee? - you started tentatively, playing with your thumbs to busy your hands with something.

- The fuck is happening, Y/n? - Valeria asked harshly, turning around on her heels to fully face you.

- Pardon? - you asked, your eyes widening at the sudden aggression in her voice.

Valeria sneered at your lost expression, looking at the wall behind you and inhaling deeply through her nose, trying her best to control her rage. This woman had a short temper, and you perfectly knew it, internally preparing yourself for a shouting marathon. You watched Valeria close her eyes, taking another deep breath, before saying in a eerily calm tone:

- You’ve been avoiding me. For a month now. Why?

Oh. So she did notice.

You stood there, like a deer caught in the headlights, as Valeria looked expectedly at you.

- So? - she pressed, cocking one of her dark eyebrows as silence went on for far too long. You gulped, trying to swallow a heavy lump constricting your throat, your waterline burning with bitter tears.

- Because I don’t know how to feel about you, - you uttered quietly, your voice small and weak, trembling ever so slightly. You tried controlling your breathing in a weak attempt of calming yourself down, not to let hot tears fall down your cheeks, especially in front of her.

- The fuck is that supposed to mean? - Valeria barked, making you wince slightly. She regretted it immediately, taking yet another deep breath to cool down, waiting patiently for your reply.

You hesitated. Should you tell her the truth? Or you could use an excuse of being busy with your studies, it seemed like it worked perfectly with Valeria. Or so you thought, anyways.

It was now or never - at this point, after you avoiding her for several weeks and this exact conversation happening, your relationship with Valeria would never be the same. So you decided to rip the bandaid off in one harsh move - painful at first, but it’ll be way easier in the future.

- I have feelings for you. Strong feelings. And I decided to end it before it got way too out of hand.

Ringing silence fell between the two of you. Valeria looked at you dumbfounded. Wait, what? Did you just confessed to her? That means that you actually, actually, liked her back?

Garza just stared at you silently, and you felt sick to the bottom of your stomach. You couldn’t control your tears anymore, feeling them flow down your cheeks freely. You quickly turned away, rubbing at your eyes with the back of your hand, angrily wiping salty tears away. Anger was bubbling inside of your chest - this is so stupid, stupid, stupid!

You heard footsteps behind you and suddenly a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist, Valeria’s warm body pressed against your shuddering back, molding against you. She rested her forehead against your shoulder, rubbing her face against soft material of your bathrobe, arms squeezing you a tad tighter in a hug.

- Princess, you don’t know how much I wanted to hear you say it, - she murmured against your skin, inhaling a lungful of your sweet scent. Your head snapped to the side, trying to catch a glimpse of Valeria.

- What..?

In a swift move the turned you around, warm hands resting on both your cheeks, thumbs wiping your tears away. Before you knew it her plump lips were slotted snugly against yours, sending electric shocks running up and down your spine, electricity tingling on your fingertips. You gasped softly before she broke away, leaning back just enough to have a proper look of your flushed pretty face. Without fully realizing what you were doing you leaned forward, once again meeting her lips with yours, arms wrapping around her shoulders to keep her as close to you as humanly possible.

So that’s how relationships between you two started. You two never actually settled sugar mommy/sugar baby dynamic, but with the age difference and all the money Valeria had from running a cartel?? Baby, you get whatever you want.

Valeria literally spoils you rotten - any jewelry, expensive makeup or clothing piece you may want - you most certainly get it. She also loves to take you to pretty locations like Italy, Spain, Jamaica - you name it. Your vacations never last long due to her work, but it’s enough to make some amazing memories together. But spoiling also goes to some extend - you want another car? Cariño, you already have three new pretty sport cars in garage - the answer is a firm NO.

And speaking of work - Valeria wants you as far from it all as well. It’s most likely you don’t even have any idea of what she’s doing for life. You guess that it’s something illegal - considering all the conspiracy and amount of money Valeria makes. But you don’t think too much into that; Valeria wants you away from all this dark business - so you do just that.

Valeria has a pretty tight schedule, not always having time for sleep, not saying anything about time to spare for you. That means that when she does have free time she expects you to be right there with her, no matter what you were previously occupied with. College? - Skip it. Family gathering? - Babe, you see them pretty often anyways, now get your precious ass over to her. Of course it annoys you as well sometimes, but Valeria genuinely doesn’t see anything wrong with her behavior so you have to patiently explain to her that you can’t always come to her at her smallest whim, causing pretty nasty arguments by that.

Valeria is very possessive. Whenever you extremely one of your friends that you’re really close with? God, it just turns some switch inside of her - her smile disappears, jaw clenching slightly and her whole body goes a bit rigid. She wants you all to herself, she wants you to only think about her and no one else. She knows that it’s wrong, that she shouldn’t feel this way, but she simply can’t help it! You are so smart and kind and pretty and charming - it’s hard NOT to fall for you! It takes lots of reassurance from your side to soothe Valeria’s pointless worries, proving over and over throughout the night that she’s the only one for you, the only one that can make you feel so loved and needed.

Valeria definitely gave you a cute golden choker, inlaid with lots of pretty gemstones. She loves seeing you wearing it - not only it goes well with most of your cute outfits; “mommy’s princess” engraved on the inner side of it translated onto your skin prettily, staying there for several minutes - bare sight of it makes Valeria’s mouth water, fingers twitching with want.

And speaking of sexual activities - I’m a firm believer that Valeria is a dom. Hard or soft - depends on her mood and your behavior. But this woman just doesn’t know how to bottom, not that she wants to. She loves her pretty pillow princess, loves to do all the work for you, having you at her complete mercy. You tried switching roles a few times, but every single time Valeria ended up pinning you down, absolutely ravaging you with her tongue, fingers or strap (or all together👀)

She’s VERY into pet play. Varelia absolutely adores tugging on the leash, making you whimper and ordering you around. Loves seeing you humping her leg like a desperate little pup, being so polite asking your mistress to finger your tight hole<3

Loves loves LOVES making you squirt!!! And don’t have any doubts, you WILL squirt with her! This woman just know how to make another woman cum in a matter of minutes. And all the cute sounds you make? God, it drives Valeria absolutely crazy!

Loves receiving sloppy slow heads. You sitting in between her spread legs, so desperate to please her. Your big doe eyes almost rolling back into your skull, tongue delved deep inside her pussy as you lick and lap at her seeping cunt, nose nudging her clit. Valeria buried her hands into your hair, tugging you towards herself, nearly choking you on her cunt.

And can you guess what Valeria’s favorite activity is? Scissoring you absolutely stupid early in the morning, her clit rubbing tightly against yours, your juices mixing, running down your thighs and ass. And make sure to give her a show, massaging your bouncy tits, pinching these perky nipples. Best way to wake up imho🥰

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headcanonenthusiast · 4 months

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Valeria Garza NSFW headcanons.

This was made with fem readers in mind.

Also quick note, I apologize in advance if this isn't as detailed as my headcanons on some other characters. It was definitely harder for me to come up w/ stuff for Val, especially bc girlie is nowhere near one of my favorites (I'm sorry 😔) but what better way to expand on writing then doing headcanons of characters you rarely think about? So, without further ado, I hope you enjoy!

(I completely understand that this type of content is not everyone's cup of tea, and that's ok! But, please scroll and ignore if this type of content isn't your thing as opposed to leaving any sort of negative comments.)

NSFW under the cut.

-THE brat tamer.

-Absolutely will not take your shit if you disobey her in any way, shape or form.

-"What did you just say to me? Do you have any idea who you're talking to?"

-Gets this look of absolute disbelief on her face if you dare to act like a brat, then her eyes turn dark and she's suddenly dragging you to bed.

-"I'm the woman who decides whether or not you get to cum every night, querida. And if you're gonna keep acting like a fucking brat, then it looks like you won't get to cum for the rest of the week."

-Her favorite forms of punishment include anything to do with orgasms. Whether it be edging you, overstimulating you or even denying you the right to cum entirely, she loves making you squirm and beg to release.

-Shakes her head and clicks her tongue, as if you begging to cum is the most ridiculous thing she's ever heard after you've misbehaved.

-"Oh, so now you're sorry? Chica, a sorry isn't going to cut it. I warned you about acting like a little brat, but you didn't listen. You never fucking listen to me."

-Proceeds to lecture you and switch between degrading you in English and Spanish as she either forces a strap down your throat or harshly plays with your clit.

-"Perra estúpida. Never listening to me and then acting surprised when I don't let you cum."

-Will also partake in bondage, cuffing up your wrists to the headboard before she runs a vibrator painfully slow over your pussy.

-As rough as she is when it comes to sex, if you're genuinely feeling upset about something, her gaze will turn more sympathetic (which she refuses to show to anyone besides you.)

-"What? What's wrong, amor?"

-And you're welcome to tell her about all of your troubles while she gently eats you out.

-Probably has multiple straps. Prefers buying the thickest one possible but she does have one that's much longer for when you really piss her off.

-Is very willing to spoil you with new sex toys and lingerie. Anything to make her pretty girl happy.

-Also, I feel like she'd switch between wanting to see you touch yourself and not letting you at all.

-When she's not there with you, she probably encourages you to masterbate and send her tons of videos of you doing so.

-But, if she's actually there and catches you touching yourself, it won't be pretty.

-"Oh, can I not satisfy you enough anymore? Is that it?"

-Then she fingers you so well your legs are shaking as she rants.

-"Look at you, cumming just from my fingers. What a slut."

-"And you really thought you could make yourself cum the same way I do? No, no, estás loca por pensar eso, querida."

-She wants anything sexual to be completely dependent on either her or toys she picks out for you.

-In other words, very dominant.

-In other other words, if you ever asked or God forbid tried to make her submit, you're a dead woman.

-"Thats it. You're getting too fucking bratty for your own good. Get over my Goddamn lap right now if you know what's good for you."

-And when you are on her lap, she'll switch between spanking your ass and spanking your pussy.

-Leaves hickeys on the most visible spots on purpose.

-Smirks when you get all shy about it, gently brushing your hair away as she chuckles.

-"Don't worry, amor. I won't make the marks too visible."

-But then she does, so she buys you the prettiest necklace with her name engraved on it as an apology, and another reminder of who you belong you.

-Some translations for the Spanish stuff, chica = girl, querida = darling, perra estúpida = stupid bitch, amor = love and "no, no, estás loca por pensar eso, querida" = no, no, you're crazy for thinking that, darling.

(Also I apologize if anything in Spanish is incorrect, online translators can only get you so far 😕)

Look at me go, writing about a character I don't even like and am not even attracted to because I'm straighter than a wooden ruler 🙃

This was honestly fun to write though! Valeria takes up like 0% of my thinking space, so coming up w/ headcanons for her when I barely remember she exists nor am attracted to her at all was a bit more challenging. Hoping y'all enjoyed this!

Rudy NSFW headcanons r coming up next, so be sure to lookout for those in the near future 🤭

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nyctophiliq · 3 months

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your upcoming vale + laswell threesome got me thinking, thinking real hard

welcome to ep 2 of 🪭's depraved thoughts!!

cw: dacryphillia, overstim, praise, light degradation? good cop/bad cop domme dynamics (?) /////////

you're sat on kate's face, ass facing her with your face stuffed into a pillow resting on her thighs as she suckles and licks and laps at your clit like she's a woman finding a desert oasis, her hands wrapped firmly around your waist. occasionally she mumbles little praises into the tortured bud, pressing gentle kisses right to the tip of it after every word. you're too far gone to understand what she's saying.

"so good for me, mhm, yes you are"

"just like that, yeah, buck your hips, just for me"

and vale's there behind you, her strap sliding in and out of your messy little cunt, groaning like she can feel you through the silicone. she's holding onto your hips, the complete opposite of kate beneath you with the wickedest smirk on her face. she's ignoring every single mewl and plea and sob for her to go slower, to let up the absolutely punishing pace, reveling in the way you claw and grip onto the sheets with knuckles whiter than paper.

"what was that, querida? i couldn't hear you with your face pushed into the pillow." "c'mon neña- oh no, is that a tear I see? too fucked out to respond? tsk tsk, I should punish you for that"

-🪭 (screaming into my bed currently)

and i once again bow down before 🪭 anon because OH MY GOD THIS MADE MY MORNING also a big thank you for keeping my blog alive with this juice post 🪭 anon

the bad cop, good cop dynamic between kate and valeria would be such a real thing in a way that they would mock each other during too, but that would be their game yk? two very powerful women sharing poor little, oh so helpless you.

laswell is such a caring woman, pampers you like a little kid, and is very much the person to spank you if you did something bad because no matter how much she hates to see you crying, the more she likes hearing you sobbing. sit in her lap, burry your face into her shoulder and let your tears fall, murmur nonsense and you will have her so eager to have her fingers in you, or start moving your hips so your cunt rubs against her thighs. oh poor little you, don't worry, mommy kate is here and everything's gonna be alright. she wants to hear you cry, so she pinches and twists your skin but soothes you soon after, just to rub it into valeria's face when she steps inside the room that she couldn't hear your sweet cries.

the two of them are equally as powerful, but valeria loves to show it not by just the way she makes you feel but how she handles you. she is the top of the food chain, the ultimate predator and you are her prey. she will hunt you, lurk behind you and catch you off guard just to drag you to the bedroom and gloat to laswell about what a stupid little girl like you were so easy to catch. overstimulation, taking all the scratching and biting, putting up with you fighting back when you're so overstimulated you are on the verge of passing out but still have that one little sliver of energy to try and escape her hold.

it's no secret that they would have a silent competition between themselves about who can tear you apart the fastest.

#✉️ — received letters !#✮ 🪭 anon #valeria garza x reader #valeria garza x reader smut #kate laswell x reader #kate laswell x reader smut

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sweet-as-an-angel · 8 months

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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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sky-is-the-limit · 6 months

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I'm not breathing okay.

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Valeria x reader, reader made a nice dinner but valeria couldnt wait until dessert

Valeria Garza x F!Reader

Dessert has a different meaning for Valeria.

A/n: no comment

Mentions: Nsfw, fingering, cunnillingus, domvaleria, subreader, degrading(?), overstimulation

Pleas fall onto deaf ears as you paw at Valeria's shirt, trying to get her to listen to you. Your ass presses uncomfortably into the dinner table that she's pushing you against, her hands wandering over your body. ''Please. Dessert can wait, mi belleza,'' She pleads, giving a soft squeeze at your waist, trying to convince you.

Valeria was definitely not one for quickies, often too busy or enjoying the peace and quiet to do something inbetween, but now she seemed so needy.. You give a look, one that tells her that you want this, but you put effort into this meal, even the dessert.. But you find no real room for arguing when she tugs at your shirt, latching her lips onto your neck. You whine, your hand absentmindedly running up to tangle in her hair, and your head leans back. ''Okay, mmh.. Val, we can go to the bedroom..''

A loud laugh comes from Valeria, and she shakes her head. Her hands trail to your ass, pulling you up to sit on the table. ''Bedroom? Why? This table will be fine.'' She says simply, pushing you further on it. ''You can't be serious!'' You shriek, eyes wide as you watch her run her hands over your thighs. She seems deadly serious.

''What do you want first, my fingers or my mouth?'' Valeria asks softly, already making work of your pants, unbuttoning them. ''Hips. Up.'' She says bluntly, and it snaps you out of your little trance, and you raise your ass so she can slide the pants out from under them. ''Um, oh, what did you say?'' You repeat sheepishly, squirming a little as she raises your leg and kisses your calf. ''My fingers, or my mouth. Which one first?'' The question has you blinking, staring at her.

Valeria's so fucking pretty, half-grinning at you as her hands rub along your leg. ''Maybe both, hm? I bet you'd prefer that.'' She says lowly, leaning forward to give you a long kiss, ghosting her fingertips across your panties. It's no wonder you're soaked, and Valeria grins at the feeling of it. ''Both, then. Your pussy's answering for me,'' She hums, lowering to her knees.

''Valeria, we can just go to the bedroom, we don't have to do this here–'' You squeal, halting when she presses a kiss to your inner thigh, tugging you so that your lower half hangs off the table, ''Oh, my god..'' You let out. Lord, this woman is dedicated. You watch as she gazes at your underwear, before grabbing at them and tearing them open. The sound of it makes you jolt, and you huff. ''I liked those.'' Valeria scoffs, tossing the remainder of them to the side. ''I'll buy you new ones. Prettier ones, with lace around the edges.''

The thought of her doing that for you makes your cheeks burn, and your lips part slightly as she inches closer to your dripping core. Valeria grins, acting like you're the prettiest sight ever.

Well, you are to her.

''It's a little pathetic, no? A few words, all that's needed to get you all hot and bothered. Already making a mess before we've started.'' Her words makes everything feel warm, not just your cheeks this time. The humiliation, she loved it. Loved watching you squirm and become shy. ''Valeria..'' You moan, moving your hips slightly so she'll get the memo. ''Impatient,'' Valeria grumbled, her hands tightly gripping your thighs as she moves even closer, her breath fanning over your pussy. You sigh in response.

She's not really one to tease, not when you're waiting for her like this. Valeria's tongue darts out to teasingly lick over your clit, and the first feeling of stimulation makes you let out a breathy noise. She continues to give kitten licks, before gently adjusting one of your legs to rest on her shoulder, leaving her with a free hand.

Her lips close around your clit, nipping at it. ''Oh, my god.'' You cry, to which Valeria hums before pulling back. ''No god here, only me.'' You want to smack her, but you feel like jelly. Everything does, especially when she puts her mouth back on you, that free hand of hers ghost over your folds. Her middle finger rubs along, gathering some of your slick before she presses it inside of you, knuckle deep.

You swear only she can draw out the most unholy noises out of you like this, only work her mouth like this on you. She keeps her hands still, only keeping her attention focused on your clit instead of your cunt. In a pathetic attempt you buck your hips, trying to get some more feeling from her hand. She gives a disapproving hum, still busy on your pussy as she decides she'll give you what you want– just this once.

She pumps her hand, albeit slowly and keeps her eyes trained on you, relishing in the way you whine and throw your head back. Your hips move, trying to go along with the rhythm. It's a shame she won't have you cumming on her mouth this time, she thinks.

Valeria abruptly pulls away, but compensates by speeding her hand up a little bit. ''Mm.. Look at you, you're so needy,'' She pushes you back up the table so you won't slide off. ''You're just a little pretty toy, no?'' She leans in, and she adds another finger into your sopping cunt. The squelching sounds echo through the kitchen, and you look away out of embarrassment. ''Say it. Say you're only for me.'' She demands.

You swallow, '''M just your plaything, Val– Ahh! Mhh, please.. Just for you,'' You babble, head empty as your eyes flutter closed. ''That's right.'' She cooes. She can feel and hear you getting close, your moans getting higher pitched and short. ''You gonna cum for me, pretty?'' Valeria asks, watching as you nod and open your eyes, batting those pretty lashes. Your lips are parted, practically begging for a kiss.

She's happy to give it to you, especially when you're dripping on her hand like this, just about to cum. Your moans get muffled by her lips, even when you squeal when you come undone. Your legs twitch, and you're panting, but she's still going. Her hand continues pumping in and out of you, and your hand flies to her wrist between your legs. ''Mmhh, I came, you– Nnhh.''

Valeria doesn't seem to care, watching through heavy lids as she smacks your hand away. You're sensitive from your orgasm, no wonder you're squirming.

''One more, belleza, okay? Be good for me.'' She whispers to you, tugging your shirt up to expose your tits. A shameful whine escapes you, drawling out into a moan as she squeezes at your chest, leaning down to catch a nipple between her teeth. ''Oh, oh my god, Valeria, Oh..'' You're not even sure what you're saying, it just blurts out. Her tongue runs along the sensitive bud, causing you to arch into it. You're so easy to rile up, it's ridiculous.

Valeria pulls back, watching you pant. Her other hand comes down to play with your clit, and she only feels a little mean for overstimulating you like this. ''Please, oh, please, i'm gonna cum, it feels so good..'' You ramble, legs hooking around Valeria's waist as you continue to buck your hips.

''Mm, cum for me. Cum on my fingers,'' She encourages, pressing against your clit. It's all it takes for you to moan out again, shaking as she helps you through your orgasm.

She loves seeing you like this, all blissed out and fingered dumb. After a few moments she pulls you to sit up, pressing a kiss to your forehead. ''You did so good, so how about a nice warm bath?''

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