you can’t convince me these men wouldn’t appreciate a pair of plush, pillowy thighs.
price keeps one hand on the wheel and the other on your thigh during long drives. fingers flexing, tapping every now and then. sometimes jiggling them, whether he realises it or not.
when there hasn’t been another car for quite some time, his hand starts to wander higher along the inside of your thigh. he just grunts when you glance at him.
“need somethin’ to keep me awake, love.”
honestly? you stop pretending to mind. not when you know those thick fingers can work absolute magic.
simon likes seeing evidence of himself on you. rough hand gripping until faint fingerprints bloom across your skin.
he’ll stare at them afterward. there’s something deeply possessive in the way he looks over the marks, eyes going darker by the second.
“look at tha’,” he murmurs, voice rough enough to send heat down your spine. “fits me hand perfect, don’t it.”
it’s a proof that you’re real. and his.
johnny would be shameless about it. pinching your thighs every chance he gets just to hear you complain about him being annoying.
the real danger starts when his teeth suddenly sink into the meat of your thigh like some needy mutt, just enough to make you jolt.
then he kisses and licks the mark like that fixes anything. grinning widely when he sees the imprint he left behind.
“coulnae help maself, bonnie.”
kyle is gone the second he rests his head in your lap. completely gone. the way you play gently with his curls, fingers massaging his scalp while his eyes flutter shut…
it would make any man melt.
“my sweet girl takin’ such good care of me.”
but be aware, this soft man might turn feral in a moment, fighting the overwhelming urge to drag his tongue along the inside of your thigh just to hear the sound you’d make for him.
graves is totally not staring at how your thighs fill out those slacks today.
he insists on wedging onto the couch beside you that is clearly too small for two people, “helping” you dig through stacked folders for a contract that he misplaced.
when he runs his mouth again to defend himself, you nudge your thigh to push him out of the way.
“careful, darlin’.” he catches your thigh before you can pull away, thumb pressing slow into the soft flesh there. “keep this up and i’m gonna forget we’re workin’.”
alejandro’s hands always drift to your thighs whenever he pulls you close. you’re never safe wearing a shorter skirt or dress near him.
loves putting you on top of the counter, spreading your legs just enough so he can stand between them with heat in his eyes.
“how’s a man supposed to stay respectful with these thighs wrapped around him, cariño?”
the worst part? that devastating grin turns downright smug when your legs part wider for him without you even realizing it.
and rudy - our sweet, disciplined rudy - pretends to be better than the rest of them.
but one look at your thighs in shorts and suddenly he’s wishing for the old rosary his abuela gave him years ago, the one sitting forgotten on the bedside table shelf.
he shuts his eyes with a quiet curse in spanish.
“dios mío you’re gonna be the death of me.”
as if gripping those worn beads could save him from every impure thought clawing through his head right now.
…and if any of these men ever catch you feeling insecure about your thighs - hating their size, disgusted by those dimples and ripples of cellulite, yada yada yada - best believe they’ll have many ways of reminding you just how much they love them.
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a/n is this self-indulgent? yes. much love to all the girlies out there who are insecure with their thighs 🫶
Omg I just discovered your 141 imagines and I’m addicted! I’ve been scrolling for miles. Could I request a throw back for the One Bed trope with Alejandro or Rudy?
Or? Or? Babes. Anon. You're getting both. Can't dangle those two beautiful men in front of me and ask me to choose. That's cruel (it's not I'm just being dramatic.) Please enjoy the smut. :)
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Alejandro Vargas & Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra x Female Reader (reader is Mexican)
Content & Warnings (mdni): oral sex, unprotected piv, creampie, mention of trafficking, prior trauma, past relationships, rough sex, coworkers that fuck
Word Count: 2k
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Alejandro Vargas
Dampness sticks to your skin. Moisture blooms on the aged concrete walls. Distantly, you hear water dripping, slow and steady like a leaky faucet.
“It’s not much,” comes Alejandro’s voice as he enters the small room. “But you’re safe here.”
Here is a hole in the ground, just a rotten board covering a metal door in the earth, and a ladder leading to semi-darkness. The safe house Alejandro brought you to is completely remote, a sanctuary from the fallout following the assassination of the leader of the region’s cartel. A murder you helped execute with your red-painted lips.
Small and cramped, the lone room in the underground safehouse is sparse. There’s a worn mattress on a metal frame with a few blankets piled in the middle. In the corner is a faded wood bookcase minus a shelf and smelling of rot.
It’s only a few days.
Alejandro coughs, your gaze shifting from the bookcase to him.
“They don’t know it’s me?” you ask, voice cracking.
Alejandro’s mouth twitches. “Have a shower.” He jerks his head to the right. “Through that door.”
Frowning, you step forward. Alejandro shifts back as you peer out in the short hall. There’s a ladder, and two doors, one of which stands open. From it, you can just make out the edge of a cracked sink.
“Down here?”
Alejandro inclines his head. “Runs on a hand pump. Water won’t be warm. But it’ll do the job.” He reaches out, almost absently, lightly cradling your check. Gaze roaming, your savior frowns. “You’ll want the blood off you.”
Clarity comes, your arm rising, hand pressing to the front of your dress. It crackles and crunches, thick and hardened with blood. Not yours, but of the man that kept you, showed you off when his wife and kids weren’t around. Men with power love to parade their pretty things. Now, he’s composed of rotting flesh and splattered brain matter.
Alejandro’s hand drops to your elbow, “I’ll find you some clean clothes.”
Robotically nodding, you shuffle toward the bathroom. There’s a toilet, the cracked sink with a matching cracked mirror, and shower that’s just a off-pale green curtain, a showerhead, and a drain in the floor.
You don’t shut the door, stripping in full view, turning the crank in the wall. Behind the wall, a pipe rattles, and then clear cold water bursts from the showerhead. It pebbles your nipples, brings a shiver to your skin, but it’s washing away the blood, softening it until is runs down your body and circles the drain.
“I’ve brought—”
Alejandro’s voice falters. You glance over your shoulder, finding him standing in the doorway, gaze averted from your naked body. Too focused on removing the blood, you never shut the curtain.
He clears his throat. “Found a towel. Clean clothes.” Failing, Alejandro’s gaze shifts to your body, works his way up until he meets your eyes. Your savior glances away again. “Have a few storage boxes,” he explains, as if you wanted to know where he found them. “Smell a bit musty.”
“Thank you,” you murmur, reaching for the offered towel as the water sputters out.
Alejandro walks in, bringing the towel closer. He stands there, stoic and observing, watching as you dry yourself and dress. The clothes don’t fit, too large, but it’ll do. It’s better than the blood.
“I’ll take the floor,” says Alejandro, backing away.
“No,” you say quickly, darting forward without thought, grasping Alejandro’s wrist.
He’s surprised as you, lips parting slightly as he takes you in. This isn’t a man you’ve just met. For months, Alejandro sought you out, stalking your every step, emerging from the shadows when prying eyes were absent. Always flirting, always insisting, negotiating to the point of exasperation. Fear came first, for your life and his, but you were never caught, not even gossiped about.
His favored would never. Not the gorgeous thing that sat in his lap. That spent more time with him than his wife and kids. That never had a choice to begin with because you don’t say no when a drug kingpin offers to pay for your abuela’s cancer treatment in exchange for being his mistress. The monster that paraded you in front of his men, fucked you in front of them, enjoyed coming inside you without birth control but never liked when you ended up pregnant. Those always had to go away. Can’t have bastard children running around.
Alejandro whispers your name the same way he did when he dragged you from the slaughterhouse. Bullets flew. Blood sprayed. You, curled up on the ground, crying. And then Alejandro, wrapping his arms around you, lifting you up and away.
“I don’t bite,” you smile.
Alejandro chuckles, the corner of his mouth quirking. “That’s a shame.”
Your stomach flips, squeezes. This is the Alejandro who pursued you, gained your trust, and helped you escape. The one who flirted with you, the man you eagerly awaited until his next appearance. Alone with him, hidden in this bunker, you’ve never felt safer.
“Alejandro,” you murmur, breathy and soft.
You place your hands on his chest, the rough fabric of his uniform scratching against your skin. Pressing in, you keep your gaze low and demure, focusing on a small strap near your right hand, toying with it but not loosening.
“We shouldn’t,” he rasps, needy.
His tone goes straight to your pussy. After meeting Alejandro, you thought of him during sex, picturing him over you, his hands on your body. It’s the only way you could show desire or orgasm, pretend that you were even remotely interested in the man paying for your abuela’s cancer treatment.
“But you want to,” you say, tugging on the strap. “And I want to.”
Let you choose this for yourself. Have some control for once.
Temptation is easy. Alejandro needs no more convincing.
He grasps the back of your neck, banishing separation. One arm snakes around your back, and your hands slide up to lock behind him. Months of tension evaporate in a second, morphing into desperation. Fresh clothes forgotten, Alejandro yanks them off you, baring your body. He drops to his knees, kissing your stomach and hips, spreading your thighs with his hand, placing kisses there, too, only to part your pussy with his fingers and give your clit a little lick.
Eyes rolling back, you fist his hair, hips arching upward into his mouth. Alejandro’s hands grasp your ass. The world tilts and you’re on your back, the worn mattress beneath you, and Alejandro’s head buried between your thighs.
Toes curling, everything in you sharpens. A hard swirl of his tongue and you’re already falling apart, choking out a sob. Years of faking it and the real thing slams you into the floor, crushing you under its fist.
“Wanted to be here forever,” groans Alejandro, lightly biting your inner thigh. He turns his head, bites the other, licks a slow line up your pussy. “Worth the fucking wait.”
Alejandro pushes up and over you, pinning you to the bed. Your mouths connect, tasting yourself and the faintest hint of cigarette smoke. Still in uniform, Alejandro is ceaseless, starved for your kisses, claiming you like he’s always owned you.
You spread your legs wider, reaching between your bodies. A large bulge meets your palm. Alejandro’s hips flex, rubbing his erection against your hand. Hunger chews beneath your skin in urgent need, wanting out, wanting Alejandro in. In similar desire, Alejandro places his hand over yours briefly before yanking at his zipper and button.
“Keep the uniform on,” you gasp, helping in easing his pants open, to admire the way his cock slides out, bouncing slightly as it’s released.
A haggard groan leaves his lips, dripping like honey as you explore him. He’s heavy and thick in your hand, warm and throbbing. Your legs fall wider, heels hooking behind his thighs to guide him forward. Alejandro’s forehead dips to rest against your own, his gaze glued to your face, watching every little movement, every expression.
You guide him in, heels digging, urging him deeper.
“I was always there,” he rasps, rocking his hips slowly, his cock slowly dragging in and out of your pussy. “Never alone.” His thrusts slowly increase. “You were never alone.”
The next thrust is hard. You gasp, lips parting. Alejandro smiles, cheeky and soft, still gazing into your eyes as you come undone.
Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra
Rudy’s heart is a bent branch close to snapping.
On the other side of the bed, the only bed, you unclip straps, removing gun holster and knives until you’re down to just your clothes. Rudy does the same but his fingers are sweaty, his gaze busy watching your slow removal, as if he’s not in the room at all.
He clears his throat, and you turn. “I can sleep in the chair,” he says flatly because it’s the only restraint he has.
You glance at the off-red armchair in the corner. “The cuck chair?”
“There’s only one bed.”
You arch an eyebrow. “That a problem?”
“Don’t start,” he breathes, removing his gun, checking the safety. If he unloads and loads and unloads it’ll keep him busy and not looking at you.
“Rudy.”
“Sergeant Major,” he corrects.
There needs to be distance. Alejandro did this on purpose, shoved the two of you together because he keeps asking why the two of you aren’t a thing anymore.
“Sergeant Major,” you repeat, softly, enunciating. Rudy surrenders, looking your way, only to find you topless, breasts on display. “My apologies.”
He glances away quickly, the back of his neck flaming. “How’s Rose?”
“Rose?” you snort. In his peripheral, you bend, removing your pants. You’re not wearing underwear. “On first name basis now?”
Rudy inhales sharply, exhaling slowly. “Your mother. How is she?”
“She asks about you. Wants to know why I’m not bringing that handsome man around anymore. She thinks I did something to run you off.” Rudy remains silent. “Did I?”
“No,” he finally says, removing his jacket and then his shirt.
You’re completely naked now and on display, not caring to cover yourself up. Rudy can’t help it, his dick is hard and throbbing, his mind racing toward old memories of you begging for him to fuck you.
“You shower first,” he grunts, undoing his belt buckle.
“There’s room for two.”
Rudy curses and turns on you, ready to swat the idea aside. Words escape him, leaving him stranded and staring, lips parting as he takes in the full view of you, and how you saunter closer.
Reaching for his buckle, you slide the belt from of the loops, dropping it the floor. “Or we can go to bed. Shower in the morning.”
Absently, he drags his fingers over your shoulder and down your arm, trailing back up to rest his hand between your breasts. Your heartbeat upticks, chest heaving slightly with anticipation. The feeling grows. Become bright and hot and red.
Grasping the backs of your thighs, Rudy lifts and dumps you onto the bed, following after. Pinning one leg to the bed with his hand, he lifts the other, locking it against him, your foot in the air. Rudy doesn’t need to touch to know how wet you are.
“How long were you thinking about me?” he growls, control slipping.
You fist the sheets, tilting your hips to give him better access. “The whole time,” you admit.
Rudy shouldn’t, but he does.
You welcome him without resistance. There’s no softness in him, only carnal need. He thrusts, your body bouncing but unable to go anywhere. His hold is powerful, vice-like. Rudy needs to fuck you, hard.
Head falling back, you moan, the end strangled as your pussy squeezes him. Rudy releases your thigh to palm one breast, teasing the nipple between his fingers.
“Tell your mamá she’ll see that handsome man again.”
Your lips form the start of words. Rudy silences them, crushes it into dust in the air. He brings your legs together, turning you onto your side. Bracing himself with his hands flat on the bed, his thrusts quicken. Your hand comes around his throat. Squeezes.
Hybrids I think the cod men would have and a quick reason why!!! Tw: (smut)
Kyle: Doggie hybrid!!! I think Kyle is a really active and needs a partner that is active and wants to run around in his backyard. I also think his sex drive is a big higher since he’s younger then most so he needs someone to keep up ⊂(◉‿◉)つ
Price: Bunny hybrid!!! Since he’s older and can’t keep up with a dog hybrid he’d want a more calmer hybrid. I see him being content with just feeding you sweets while you sit on his lap along with playing/chewing on toys. His sex drive is lower and he’ll happily sit back and let you ride him. (⸝⸝⸝O﹏ O⸝⸝⸝)
Ghost/simon: people think he wants a big rough and tough dog hybrid but I see him with a smaller dog hybrid. He wants a small lap hybrid that will snore with him on the couch. He wants walks and cuddles. Very very lazy sex with this guy, I think he prefers to spoil you and sleep. ٩(˘◡˘)۶
Alejandro: lazy little kitty hybrid!!! He wants to come back from missions and have you lay on his lap while he wiggles a toy and watching you swat it. If a mission goes wrong he’s rough but praises his “pretty kitty” for taking it!!!! Gives you a really feminine collar regarding of gender because he likes the design more. ヽ(^o^)ノ
Vladimir: wolf/wolf dog hybrid! he’s never 100% in it for the relationship and does want you to work for him. So you’re often seen by him on a collar but on full gear to help him/protect him. He sort of cuddles you??? but it’s mostly sex at the end of the day. (ಠ╭╮ಠ)
Valeria: mouse hybrid!!! She wants a small little hybrid to cuddle with at the end of those stressful missions! Loves loves loves your round ears and enjoys spoiling you with treats. Much less sex since she’s the least around but when she is she’s alllll up on you. Cuddling, gifts, kissing. You feel very loved even when she isn’t around! And lots of gentle sex! She does most of the work
König: leopard hybrid!! He wants a big kitty to sit on his lap while he pets you!! A weighted blanket!!! He wants a hybrid that’s taller than him so he can feel pampered so he enjoys getting groomed by you. I also think you are a sub top in the relationship when it comes to him!! ( ๑॔˃̶◡ ˂̶๑॓)◞♡
― yandere!cod men x reader ― ε price, ghost, soap, gaz, roach, makarov, alejandro, rudy, phillip graves, keegan, könig, horangi, nikto з suggestive?
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ଘ You're no plaything for Price. He doesn't just like you, he adores you. Cups your pretty face in his hands; delicately. His rugged and rough hands become gentle as soon as he comes into contact with your skin, treating it as if it were finely-grained porcelain. He treats you the exact opposite of how he treats anyone else. Whilst he leaves everyone else covered from head to toe in blood for coming near you, you're covered from head to toe in the most expensive items you wish for. But, he doesn't want you to forget that his money doesn't represent his love for you, it does not begin to cover not even half of what it should. He'll be sure to remind you not to be spoiled rotten. He's fond of you and while he's interested in you, you should listen and obey to what he advices you. He is more experienced after all.
ଘ Compare what Simon's scars and bruises are to your unscathed body. Let his hands roam over your body, taking in all he works for. Let them wander and familiarize with what he's toying with. His breath on your skin as it quickens, losing his train of thoughts as he fondles you. He's convinced you're meant only for him. No one else should touch you this way, no one could do it like he does. And please return it! Cradle his head in your lap, so the sizzling subsides and he feels alive. Let him know he's the best, the one. Let him lean in and capture those soft, plump lips in a passionate kiss. Don't pull away, don't deny him his heaven. And don't you dare let anyone else trail your body with their eyes like he does. Why, he'll feel as if they're already doing what their mind desires. He's screwed up in his mind but he'll move heaven and earth for those thighs to wrap around his waist at night spilling the warmth between them. Make him feel warm and welcome, give him the world he burns everyone else for. He sacrifices others at the feet of your altar.
ଘ Johnny's smug smile can fade rather quickly with one sensual move from you, watch him get lost as his breath is winded and his body is overtaken with an all-consuming fire of passion. Oh, he can't even fathom the idea of anyone before or after him experiencing such things. He'll be paralyzed the moment you sit on his lap and putting your hand to his chest, let it trail over his heart which at the moment beats wildly. It's a sensation he experiences when plunging a knife deep within someone else's chest, he reckons the feeling is almost the same. He thinks his victims rather lucky they die this way. How many other people can experience that fleeting, overwhelming feeling?
ଘ Kyle's hand kisses are done with such reverent trembling and respect that he'll have your skin tingling with warm sensations as if the late evening sun was seeping into your skin. Let his and your body blend together like the watercolors on an artist's canvas does. Bask in his affection like you'll sunbathe on the beach. Take in all the good he brings you, accept every touch of his that starts with a secure embrace and ends with the colliding of your bodies. The cold with which he lashes out for others has no place with the gentleness he entreats you with. Keep your eyes on his, locked in his steady gaze immerses himself in fantasies. He feels dizzy as if his world was spinning, losing himself in the sensations. And after the elation, let him shower you in praises, caresses and gifts. Let him buy you two rings for each finger, how many could you want to show off having a caring partner when you slide his card at the register? Make your hands look pretty whilst his are leaving a trail of crimson blood after him.
ଘ Roach couldn't ever hurt anyone else, he didn't know what he was capable of until the importance of you came all too clear. You're something that shouldn't belong to anyone else in the world. It's a quick descent down the spiral of violent devotion. His soft gaze usually filled with admiration and sentiment for you hardens, his pupils dilating as fear takes over. He's only acting on behalf of all his anguish, you haven't the heart to condemn him. He's shown you what your heart is worth, couldn't you give him some sort of heaven? He will do very well at whatever it is you ask of him, just wait while he shows you. There isn't anyone else like him he says over and over as if a prayer or spell he could make come true.
ଘ Makarov does not care whether he deserves you or not. Unlike the others who will commit unspeakable acts out of guilt and use their "pure" intentions to purify their actions, Makarov is selfish and relentless in what he wants. He does not flinch at your attempts of control, it's lost the moment he takes you in. He's determined to taste everything you have to offer, whether it's willingly or not. But he does like things to be served on a platter for him, he also has no problem taking it himself. Let the hand on the back of your neck guide you in the direction you are to walk, be docile and you'll surely receive tenderness. He can never deny that he loves the way your lashes flutter as you look through them up at him as he pats your head for being so good. Overtime you might notice small details showing his exterior cracking and revealing the soft, white underbelly of affection. He feels as if his chest caves in from your actions, the subtle red at the tip of his ears. Keep pulling at his neck collar, he'll like that fake sense of control you have.
ଘ You wouldn't ever catch a glimpse of Alejandro's manipulative strategies until he finds someone threatening. Is it wrong you're not seeing enough of other people? His biggest fear is you falling for someone else, the danger of you getting too close to someone is palpable for him. The intimacy you two share is from the harvest he's worked so hard for. He's been slaving away for so long to just let someone else lay a hand on you. He kneads you into what he desires, anything to feel the beating heart in your chest which pumps only for him. He'll keep polishing you until he gets down to the bare essence of you, which he can only dream to capture. The rhythm he wants to feel rushing through his veins, circling throughout his body.
ଘ Rudy's tenderness blinds you as he takes you to what you can only describe to be paradise. With the shining of luxury, all new and just for you he says. He'll press a million sweet kisses on your face before dropping that a most bothersome person will no longer be graced by your presence ever again. To him it's like a quiet act of love, to you, it's unimaginable. Don't worry your head will all the details, isn't it better to have no worries? He's all smooth indulgence telling you to keep looking at the adorned future he has ahead for you, telling you not to pay attention to the blood that stains the walls of the hallways you walk. He would lay out a new, fancy red carpet over the corpses for you to step over and continue in this fabricated dream.
ଘ Phillip knows exactly how to get the best out of you. Can you blame a man for knowing how to get what he wants from you? Let him tease and tug for he knows what every maneuver of his does. The hands that massage your skin don't get dirty, he'll always have others ready and willing to carry out whatever order he gives. It's what he's accustomed to and how he intends to keep it. But the droplets of blood that splatter do not miss his skin. The stain is still there, still under the skin of the thumb he pushes inside of you, feeling around for that bliss. Let his protectiveness clothe your body, he's already blurring the lines between obsessiveness and possessiveness.
ଘ Keegan's eyes will have you coming to a stumbling halt. Asking for something only you know how to give so good. Those erratic eyes that are unpredictable as they are deep, representing the deep dive you have to be holding your breath for. Are you ready to indulge? Because the impact will have you gasping for air, and when you try to take one you'll only swallow a mouthful of carnal desire. He ignites such a heat it's scalding to the touch, you don't know what's happening it's like you lose control. It happens so fast that when it's all over you'll let his lips, from which hot breaths slip through, kiss all over your sweat glistened body. His eyes might be softer and hold it for a while until he's back to the merciless, cold gaze which freezes everyone's else blood, feeling it lump within their veins.
ଘ Let König go on his fast rampages. They're over quick anyways. And afterwards, when he comes back, cradle his head between your thighs his tongue tangling as he stutters out promises to buy you what you wish if only you let him lap at your sweetness until his thoughts are left to reckless abandonment. Let him get what he can't get anywhere else. Call him handsome as your bury your fingers into his hair, your fingertips trailing his jaw and down his neck to where his adam's apple bobs as he swallows hard. Place kisses on his cheek until he turns his head in one swift motion and captures your lips in a desperate kiss. He wants it all, wants all of you all at once it makes him messy, shaky and weak. But he just wants someone to hold him, rubbing his ears and whispering words of affirmation in his ear.
ଘ Horangi could care less what other's want from him. You're in his viewpoint and he's determined to apply as much pressure as possible to make you bend. The reason he justifies himself with is the lullaby he's lulled to sleep with. Everyone else wants something from him, why shouldn't you? Everyone else is just in the way, he says over and over again, trying to make you focus on his lips instead of the bodies on the floor. With what he's done, he expects a standing ovation from you, nothing but complete adoration and servitude. He's a man who chases after impulses, who knows how long until this candle runs out. For now, ignore the brusque hand and acknowledge the underlying intents. He'll keep this lecherous momentum going until you're feeling faint from the mere touch of his hand.
ଘ Resignation is a trait Nikto works hard to work out of you. Surely, you ought to trust him after all he's done for you. In his mind, he's dedicated such gentle caring to you, you should be grateful. Don't be afraid to take directly out of his hand, he prefers you lose that skepticism. And when you do start to gentle, oh he can never get enough of it. His fingers grazing and gliding over your body at any and every chance he can get. Let him delve deeper into you, it's only natural for him to want to know you better. Every quiver of yours, he feels through the epidermis of his skin. He just knows you that well. His jerking movements shouldn't startle you by now. Maybe if you were more open, you would be telling him what you want. Give him some sort of sign before that spark ignites an unyielding fire. Because to him, that trembling is a sign of a smoldering fierceness waiting to break through.
CW: mid/plus-size reader, photos of people wearing lingerie!, mentions of sex/sexual activities
Photos are not indicative of reader's body type/skin colour/other physical attributes! Just meant to be examples, but us bigger girls deserve some rep on here (but also why is it so hard to find cute pics of mid/plus-size girlies that aren't ads or extremely edited?)
All rights go to owners of the photos! I tried to crop out their faces as best I could <3
John Price
Price would love anything feminine. He adores when you play into his housewife kink, parading around the house in babydoll dresses and fur-lined robes (preferably sheer). He wouldn't even bother with taking the pieces off once he gets his hands on you, simply pulling and adjusting where necessary. Not above ripping either, but don't worry, he'll gladly buy you some new sets. Maybe he should get you some of those crotchless panties, poppet, would save him a lot of hassle.
Johnny 'Soap' Mactavish
Listen, as much as he loves it seeing you all dolled up, there is nothing that gets him going quicker than you in some raggedy, hole-ridden comfy clothes, preferably when they're his. His boxers framing your plump ass so nicely, digging into your flesh a bit when you move and his shirt doing nothing to hide the jiggle of your tits while your nipples poke through the fabric. If he sees you like this, his hands are all over you in a split second. God forbid your shirt is cropped, showing off your soft tummy and the underside of your breasts — you couldn't pry him off with a crowbar.
(you cannot tell me Johnny doesn't own some dumbass boxers like this)
Simon 'Ghost' Riley
In fear of repeating myself, I think Simon would also go a little dreamy-eyed over you in your comfies. Except, unlike Johnny, he loves those sweet little pj-sets you wear. He's still a little taken aback every time he comes home to you curled up on his — your — couch. The realization that he has something this sweet to come home to — that he has a home at all, hitting him like a freight train. Like Price, doesn't bother taking your pajamas off when he pounces on you. Just makes it easier for him to tuck you into bed after he's done with you.
Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick
Garters, belts, straps, buckles, the whole thing. And best believe he's the one picking them out, too. You'll randomly find boxes on your bed, the contents in different styles, colours, fabrics. He insists you model them for him, or send him pictures if he's deployed. The sets are an absolute nightmare to get into, but he'll gladly help you take them off, darlin'. Don't mind him though, if he snaps a photo or two in the process. Also loves it when you wear lingerie as part of an actual outfit. What can I say, the man loves showing you off (with the knowledge he's the only one that gets to see the full sets and everything underneath them later).
König
Anything resembling some cheap halloween costume from party city. It honestly doesn't matter to him what; sexy secretary, naughty nurse, you name it. Literally whatever. He will lose his mind a little if you go as far as to engage in some roleplay pertaining to whatever you're wearing — acting like he's your boss or your patient. Oh, a pair of animal ears can and will make his eyes roll back in his head. (He will, however, ensure that your outfits are of relatively good quality — they've gotta outlast a least a few rounds, Schatzi).
Philip Graves
Ugh, he's so nasty (affectionate). He wants you to look hyper-feminine. His perfect little all-american wife (even if you've never set foot in the usa, or don't yet wear a ring on your finger) in her hyper-feminine lingerie, waiting for her soldier to come home. Frilly bras, lacy undies and silky night dresses in white or pink or any pastel shade. He gets off on the innocence they exude — makes him want to ruin you. And then wife you up. Maybe give you a baby or two.
Alejandro Vargas
Corsets!!! Or anything somewhat structured, really. This man adores the shape of your body no matter what, and the way the corset only accentuates the curve of your waist and pushes your tits up so deliciously has him rock fucking hard. If you choose to add some thigh-highs to that with the plush fat of your thighs spilling over the edge you may as well have killed him. He also has this weird infatuation with the marks the corset leaves on your skin after you (or he) take it off.
Rodolfo 'Rudy' Parra
This poor man nearly faints the first time you wear lingerie for him (and pretty much every time after that). It doesn't particularly matter to him what it is, but he does like it when you stick to the classics: simple lacy bra and panty set. He likes that it makes you feel confident and (relatively) comfortable, as your comfort is always his number one priority. He also just thinks the simplicity of the sets helps accentuate the beauty of your body, rather than distract from it.
Valeria Garza
Anything expensive. Like, crazy expensive. She has the money, amor, why not spend it on something she enjoys? She'll make sure you only wear the highest quality fabrics (and that goes for all your clothing, by the way, she likes taking care of her girl). There are diamonds glittering all over your body, highlighting all your curves and twinkling with every move you make, and a nice string of pearls disappearing between your folds.
(I couldn't find ANY photos of this type of lingerie on bigger bodies, my apologies. Rest assured Valeria will get everything custom-made for you — remember, only the best for her girl)
It looks like the 141 beastmen have some competition around that just can't wait to get their greedy paws/claws on reader the first moment they turn their eyes away.
Great-tailed Grackle Alejandro that sometimes flies just a little too close to Gaz's nest, to the latter beastman's annoyance. Alejandro's distinctive song can be heard from a few miles away, he enjoys displaying his feathered tail and drooping his wings. His flirty nature and smooth talking definetely doesn't help the flush on your cheeks and by that satisfied smile on his face he must know it too. And if someday it just so happens that you get bored and try to leave the nest while Gaz is away and a mistep has you falling down, don't be surprised by the winged beastman ready to catch you. Would you like to see the view from his nest? It would just be a moment.
Fox Graves that is always lurking near the territory of Soap's pack just to get a look at you. He seems friendly, but something tells you that if you're not careful he might just snatch you up. He always tries to get you to come with him on a hunt to show you just how capable he is to provide, but judging from the look in his eyes you might be the one getting hunted down. Everytime he passes you he uses his fluffy tail to tickle your legs, taking great pleasure in seeing your confused and distraught face, laughing at the sound of the slight yelp that always escapes your mouth. You swear he can feel the chills down your spine otherwise why would he smile so wickedly?
Lion Konig that is the only other beastman strong enough to dare challenge someone of Ghost's size. He doesn't really say anything to you, but he's always somewhere in your line of vision staring intently, biding his time. He displays his strenght by always trying to hunt for the biggest prey, not even washing the blood from his fur. His sheer size is enough to scare any other beastmen around, cocky bastard smiling at the their terrified faces. One time you accidentally bumped into him and he started purring loudly and nuzzling against your body. If you feel something hard poking against your thigh just ignore it.
While lost in the other part of the forest you stumble upon another bear beastmen roaming around. Bear Nikolai looks at you like you're the cutest thing in the world. He thinks Price is getting sloppy, because if he was your mate, he wouldn't even let you get close to the entrance of the den before he would be on you. And he is so big, smooth black fur catching the light as his paws are on each side of your head, body against a tree as he whishpers in your ear all the dirty things he plans on doing to you. Somehow you manage to slip away from his hold and start running, the sound of laughter from behind that gets closer and closer doesn't ease your nerves. You hope you'll be able to get back to Price before the other bear catches you.
Cat-calling CoD men because I'm definitely a little sick and crave the sweet release of death
Cw: None? I'm pretty sure it's just gn!reader teasing these guys.
Y'all this is so ass. I got lazy towards the end. Someone else can make this better, I'm gonna pass out for three years...
John Price:
It's pretty common for poor Price to get bullied by you. But this? This might be his least favorite... He dropped something, barely even thinking as he bends over. What he isn't prepared for? You, slapping his ass like it owed you money, and letting out the loudest wolf whistle he had ever heard.
To say he bolted upright would be an understatement.
"Darling."
"Yes, my handsome captain?" Pretending to be innocent, blinking at him like you hadn't just sent his soul to the shadow realm.
"Christ," he rubbed his temples, "you're gonna be the death of me, luv..."
It's not like that would stop you though, not when he looked so cute while blushing.
Simon "Ghost" Riley:
Really it was his fault, strutting around in those pants. They were small, tight, and definitely deserving of what you were about to do.
He visibly froze when you whistled at him, turning around slowly. With the most deadpan voice he could manage:
"What."
Honestly he sounded baffled, completely unprepared for this. You? Whistling at *him*??
And of course, when you don't respond, he simply stalks off. Confused and defeated, forever wondering why you do this to him...
Johnny "Soap" MacTavish:
Oh you think he's confused? Surprised?
Hell no. Bro is smiling like an idiot, wiggling his hips slightly.
"Yeah? Y' think so?"
You were trying to fluster him, you ended up bright red as he tries to get you to repeat yourself. He will also be bragging about this for the next week, constantly on about how "he got cat called" and how "everyone wants him" (you literally whistled at him once)
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick:
Oh my poor baby...
Despite being undoubtedly handsome, bordering supermodel territory, he still ends up looking around all confused like.
"Me?" He says while pointing at himself, confused and slightly embarrassed.
Like- obviously??? Who else would you be whistling at? It's pretty clear you meant him, and the fact he can't realize it only makes him cuter.
Just... Whatever you do, don't slap his ass, alright? He makes the sound of a startled kitten, literally shaking as he whips around. He is not prepared for this type of interaction, please be gentle with him 😔
Nikolai:
Ooh, another overconfident bastard... Obviously the second you see Nik strutting around in that silly little jumpsuit, you're making a plan.
Find him, smack his ass, then run so he doesn't find and kill you. Simple, yeah?
Nope.
He turns much faster than you expected, grabbing you (very gently), and grinning.
"Hah! And what was that for, Маленькая мышка?"
Turns out, this man has experience in getting dat thang slapped (you know it jiggle) and therefore practically smelt your intentions when you came into the room. You're never gonna be able to get the jump on him, he's gonna be pouncing on you the second you even try to form a whistle. Don't worry though- he loves the attention...
Alejandro Vargas:
A mix of cocky and flustered- aka very entertaining to mess with.
He bends over to pick something up, not even pausing the story he was telling as he does so. He doesn't expect to hear you letting out the loudest whistle, then a sharp pain. Poor guy shoots up like a rocket,
"¡¡¡JODER, QUÉ COÑO-!!!"
Then he sees your face, laughing. He has no choice but to take a deep breath and push his hair back, straightening his shirt like he hadn't just felt his soul leave his body.
"You think you're funny, ¿Querido?"
Be prepared, he will not let this go for at least a week. Every time you even think about bending over, he's gonna materialize out of nowhere to whistle and holler. Normally he'd pride himself on being a gentleman, but this? Well you started it, he's just getting a little payback.
Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra:
Dead silent.
He doesn't even twitch when you smack his ass, he simply slowly stands up.
And turns.
Yeah, you don't even need any words to know that you need to run.
Phillip Graves:
This cocky bastard- he could absolutely be a drag queen in another life with the amount of sass he pulls. (Also he walks surprisingly good in heels...)
The kinda guy who responds to your whistle with a "You're damn right!" And then saunters away with an extra sway in his hips. He doesn't act surprised, he doesn't try to get you back- heck he doesn't even seem to remember the next time he sees you!
He simply rolls with it. He's hot and he knows it, he's just happy you're finally noticing >:3
König:
Hadir Karim:
Oh this poor man...
You whistle at him, pulling a "Damn Boy!!" while you're at it, and he turns bright red. Sure he laughs it off, playfully glaring, but y'know what? He'll be kept awake for the next few nights thinking about it...
Eventually he tries to get you back, barely even getting through his awful pickup line before he regrets anything. Of course that's when Farah would walk in, and of course she'd slap him in the back of the head and lecture him about not being a creep to people.
Take pity on him and don't even try, it'll only end poorly...
He literally falls over.
You didn't mean to hurt him! You just gave him a *little* smack. How were you supposed to know that he would go tumbling forward, curses in German and English alike filling the room.
It only gets worse from there though.
Obviously you check in, right? Leaning over him, making sure he didn't hit his head. Well that only makes it worse! Poor guy almost passes out- not from the injury, but from how quickly fear turned into admiration. You just look so nice overtop him, worried for his well being...
Y'know when in anime the character gets the bloody nose and passes out? Yeah. That's König.
You learn your lesson while sitting with him in the infirmary. *Don't* try to catcall König...
