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[callsignmarz]

MDNI | 18+ | König x Reader

TW- mentions of heavy sexual content, knife play, blood, BDSM and explicit language.

“Prisoner of War.”

“Believe me, Schatz. I’m about to ruin you.” His voice sinks into a low purr, your skin shivers with cupidity as if ice was dripping from your shoulders and down to the base of your spine.

Meticulously, König then reaches into his pants to fish out his cock, the tip flushed with a red hue, visibly aching and ready to engulf itself inside of you. Wrapping a fist around the weight of his length, he teasingly tapped on your ass a few times. Each slap adding onto the debarred torment. Your bottom lip feels raw from the amount of times you’ve been gnawing at it as tantalizing desires fester between your legs but, you refuse to allow it to stop the next set of words from rolling off your tongue.

“Do it then, pussy.”

By the time a shit-eating grin plasters itself on your face, his knife ventures back with the point of the blade poking into your jugular. You take a small gulp. Letting your throat naturally close, feeling your pulse thumping hard against the sharp edge as excitement bubbles to the surface. A conflicting storm of urges and emotions cloud König’s mind, darkening his eyes to a charcoal grey. There was always something about you made him want to risk it all.

Was it your unpredictability? The quick witted comebacks?

Whatever it was, it certainly had him wrapped around your fingertips.

You flutter your eyelids with delight as the head of his cock slips and slides between your wet folds and against your swollen clit, blending your fluids together.

König bites down on his lip, stifling back an audible groan as he studied how your body responded to his touch. The walls of the room temporarily fade to black when his dick disappears deep inside of you, stretching you out deliciously. Your face scrunches at the burn and an animalistic moan erupts from your throat. Naturally, your hands jerk back to allow yourself to adjust to his size, however, were quickly reminded about the metal chains, holding you down in position.

“Let’s see how much shit-talking you do now, Y/N.”

“Fuck you.” You managed to rasp in between moans.

Behind the mask his mouth hooks, “Get ready then.”

Gritting your teeth, pleasure infuses with pain as König pulls his hips back about half way before snapping back. Your walls constrict around him while he set a deliberating pace.

Since day one, you were a constantly in the back of his head. Haunting him. Now, he wanted to haunt you the same way you have for years. He wanted to punish you. To claim you. The table creaks while you held onto your chains for dear life, drowning in the endless waves of your arousal.

“Oh God, König! I’m about—” You go to say but he quickly chimes in, finishing your sentence for you.

“To cum? I don’t think so. At least not yet anyway. But, don’t worry, I’ll let you know when you can.”

Your legs shake uncontrollably when you feel König pull out and away, leaving you a whimpering mess.

“No, please. Come back, I was so close. Please, let me come. Please!”

Your begging was heavenly. But, as much as he wanted to give you what you wanted. König restrained himself, relishing on the way you were slowly losing control. He took in the vulnerable state you were in while he fiddled with his knife.

“armes Ding. (Poor thing.)” He pouted, leisurely stroking himself with his free hand, “You know, Y/N. I could easily go all night. Fucking that greedy pussy of yours, denying you of any release.”

You shake your head weakly in response, eager to welcome him back inside at any moment and his mouth twists into a conniving smirk,

“Aht aht. You need to use your words. Or do I have to force them out of you?”

While you catch your breath, you turn back to peer shyly at König through your lashes and underneath his unforgivable gaze. Pride lodges itself in your throat and you struggle to swallow it down. You were never the one to submit, especially in bed.

“Claim me as yours, König.”

“Say it again, Leibling. I didn't hear you.”

“You fucking heard me.”

König took a long pause, letting go of himself as he stalked his way around you, taking his time in between steps. You feel his demanding presence shift the air around the room and the sound of König suck at his teeth, contemplating his next move.

Technically, you did say for König to claim you.

What you didn’t say was how.

Once again, König positioned himself behind you, firmly grasping the knife in his hand. Your eyes widened, letting out a piercing cry when you felt a sharp, burning sensation on your ass cheek. The chains rattle erratically as you wiggled, attempting to break away from him.

“Hold still!” His voice boomed off of the walls and you do your best to follow his command, “Good girl.”

Squeezing your eyes shut, you sink your teeth into your bicep, distracting your senses as he continues to carve into your skin. Blood bubbles and trickles down your leg matching with the brimming pain and anger.

When König finishes, he observes his new work of artwith a sense of fulfillment. Satisfied with how it looks, König then gives you a sharp smack on the ass as if he was giving it a stamp of approval.

“What the fuck was that for!?” You spat with new found hatred. As you turn to look at the damage, you could feel your heart hit the pit of your stomach.

“What? I only did what you asked of me. I simply claimed you as mine.” He chorkles, setting the knife down to the side, amused that his name is now engraved in your skin.

“Now and forever.”

Your chest heaves with the gates of hell burning on the other side of your irises. König’s words were just as permanent as the new hand made label. Right as you go to throw another fit, König swiftly flips you on your back, twisting the chains tighter into your wrists. One by one, your boots and your pants were stripped off, granting himself full access to you. Out of spite, you cross your legs as tight as you could, denying him to wedge himself in between your legs.Cocking a brow, König scoffs at you feeble attempt.

“You really think that’s going to stop me?”

Giving you no room to protest, he grabs your ankles, pinning them on either side of your head, completely folding you and leaving you wide open. König could feel you thrash yourself, but ultimately, he held all the power, whether you liked it or not.

“So feisty, Y/N.” He teased, his tone dripping with desire.

A mewl escapes from your lips at the feel of the fabric of his sniper hood, lightly brushing along your clit before being completely covered. Steadily, his head lowers while maintaining eye contact, you hold your breath as you felt the heat of his breath ghost over, driving you closer to the brink of insanity with a pathetic amount of ecstasy.

Concealed behind the curtain of his hood, you felt his tongue flatten, tasting you from the back to front, seeking out your sensitive bud. Once he found your sweet spot, König didn’t hesitate to get to work, avidly humming as he sucked and slurped on your clit. Your back arches while you lose your sense of reality from the sensation of it all, compelling your muscles to tremor beneath his captive hold. Each lap, each swirl, pushed you closer and closer to your insatiable orgasm.

The faces you made were absolute perfection. He could watch you all day. But, that doesn’t mean you deserve to be rewarded.

You had to earn it.

Just as you were about to reach your climax, König, once again, pulls away and you throw your head back in frustration.

“König, please! Just let me come already.” You cry.

His grip loosens around your ankles, the pads of his fingers creep along your skin leaving a trail of heat in their wake. Underneath the hood, König licks his lips, savoring on the essence that was left on his chin.

“I think you’ve become a very addicting problem, Y/N. How about we make a deal? If I let you out of those cuffs, I’ll let you come as many times as you want while riding me. What do you say?”

You meet König’s gaze, hesitating to give an answer right away. There was no way he was being serious. You refused to believe it, and yet, here you are, tempted with an opportunity to escape your imprisonment. Adrenaline kickstarts and courses through your veins. Taking a small swallow, you give your answer.

“Deal.”

His hand comes up, ripping open a velcro seal on his vest and with only two fingers, he pulls the keys out. With freedom dangling at his fingertips, all you had to do was keep yourself in control. Your lips press together, hiding the excitement back as an audible click of the cuffs releases you, the metal no longer digging into your bone.

It takes you a minute or two for the pins and needles to stop when you retract your arms back down to your sides. Then, the unexpected sound of a metal chair scraping against the floor makes you jump to your feet. When you spin around, König had taken the chair from the other side of the room and placed it a few feet away from you. He moves around and comfortably takes a seat, his posture relaxed though he was still hard. Lazily, he tilts his head to the side, pleased to see how well you were behaving.

With a click of his tongue, he tears your attention away from his cock, although, he didn’t really mind it.

“Get on all fours and crawl to me.”

You understood the assignment. So, taking your time, you drop to your knees and assumed the position, your eyes never leaving his as you started to crawl to him.

“That’s it, Leibling. Nice and easy.”

A low pitched hum vibrates his chest when his left hand found his shaft and stroked himself, matching with your slow tempo.

When you reach his boots, your hands slither up aiming for his abdomen. But, before you decide sit on his lap, you make a last minute decision and stick your tongue out, licking from the base to the tip, sampling on the taste of his pre-cum. König’s head tips back, fighting to keep the beast within him contained when your lips gently kiss the veins that decorated his length, allowing a second in between. A heavy sigh unleashes and races down your spine with electricity as König’s hips rise and fall with a natural flow, searching for solace of any form.

Rewardingly, you open your mouth and König promptly invades. You look up at him, keeping a steady trend and you take this opportunity to start plotting. Your mind begins to wander as you start to change your pace and out of nowhere, a rough hand comes down to back of your head, fingers ensnared at your roots, yanking you off of his cock. Instantly, you freeze when you receive a warning glare from König.

“Don’t even try it, Frau. (Woman.)”

Forcing out a scoff, you play dumb, “Oh, stop being paranoid. I wasn’t even doing anything.” You cooed.

Carefully, you swing a leg over his and climb into his lap. König anticipates you movements and shifts his hips accordingly so you’re able hover over his dick, teasing the tip of his dick between your heat. A small moan slips past your lips, easing your weight down onto him. Colorful words and phrases, spill from König’s mouth. Letting go of your hair, his hands slide to the small of your back, you feel his fingers grazing at the hem of your shirt and creep their way underneath.

“I don’t want to hold back anymore.” You tell him breathlessly, slowly rocking your hips in a controlled rhythm, his cock swelling with each deliberate bounce.

A new wave of pleasure threatens to consume you entirely when you feel König groping and fondling your tits. Unable to resist the familiar turmoil, you secure yourself by throwing your arms around his neck. Feeling your walls contracting around him, König instinctively took control, thrusting into you at an deplorable pace.

“I can feel you, Schatz. You’re almost there.” König’s huffs, his voice low and gravelly as he continues, “Just remember, no matter how much you run and hide, your body, your being, it all belongs to me.”

His words push you further into a chaotic frenzy. Your moans fill the room as you bounce with fervor and urgency while his hips buck to meet with your movements. Eventually, you were tossed over the edge, finally reaching the pinnacle of your orgasm and it wasn’t too long before König chases after his own, spurting his hot seed deep inside of you. The both of you sat there, relishing on the feeling of the after shocks of your insatiable orgasm.

“Such a good girl. I love the way your pussy clings to me, begging for more.”

It wasn’t like he was wrong. If you were being honest with yourself, the sex was far from good. Damn near maddening and very much addicting.

Breathing heavily, you climb off his lap and walk over to dress yourself. König remains seated, his eyes following your every move but doesn’t get up to place you back in his custody.

Once you were fully dressed, you turned to face him, fully expecting him to get in the way of your escape. But, instead, he just sat there, almost in defeat.

“You’re not going to stop me?” You questioned, genuinely curious and he simply shook his head, adding onto your confusion.

“Why not?”

“I’ve grown to like the little games we play.”

Silence falls and you count down the seconds you have with this slim window of opportunity. Taking his answer for what it is, you rush towards the door before stopping dead in your tracks to turn back as if you could leave without one. Taken back by surprise, you lift up his hood enough to expose his rosy lips and capture them with yours.

The kiss was quick and you give him these last words,

“Find me in Montreal.”

[callsignmarz]

MDNI | 18+ | Keegan x reader

TW- some explicit language

“He’s developed a taste for you.”

I hate her.

I haven’t been the same since I laid my eyes on her, my mind instantly plagued. What gave her the right to come into my life, so unexpectedly with little to no time at all to prepare and cause such a fucking mess.

When I heard we were getting a new recruit, rumors circulated, per usual, but I never would’ve guessed that she would be the bane of my existence.

She was irresistible. Absolutely stunning. There were no imperfections about her, though I’ve searched far and wide to find them. Especially with the way her hair framed her sweet face and cascading down like a scenic waterfall, or even how her lips looked so soft and when she smiles, it was so full of life and—Fuck. Me.

Once again, I feel my chest tightening.

All I could think about was her and how tempting she is. Every muscle fiber vibrates with adoration and need. Those two put together awakened a dangerous beast within me, suffering from starvation. I don’t want just a bite. Oh no, I wanted to taste the whole damn feast, to savor on every flavor she had to offer. This was her fault.

My fists fly repeatedly with calculated precision into the battered punching bag as endorphins spike with blissful impact from each blow, gradually wearing on my knuckles.

Whenever the brewing tension began to weigh in, I would always find myself at the gym, pushing past my body’s limitations, merely attempting to distract myself from the ear-splitting and grotesque noises that reverberated through my head.

Just as I go to throw my final punch, another figment of her face comes to toy with my imagination and my fist slams into the vinyl, silencing the room with a boom.

But this time, it wasn’t my imagination. My neck swivels in the direction at the incoming sound of clapping. There she was, slowly applauding me.

“You’re quite the boxer, Sergeant. Makes me wonder if you went for the right profession.” She quips in her signature smile.

I shrug, stepping over to grab hold of my towel as beads of sweat trail down from my hairline. “Just here to pass the time.” I keep my answer short, masking my tone to be indifferent as I possibly could. But, of course, her presence alone reeled more out of me. “Why, are you trying to pick up on some private lessons?”

“Only if you’re offering.”

She knew exactly what she was doing. Her method was was subtle and intuitive. What she fails to understand is that I’ve kept my eye on her long enough to pick up on every peculiar detail about her. Y/N likes to put on a little facade for everyone — myself included — and I can’t cave into her intolerable games. Not yet at least.

“Maybe another time.” I reply as I pat the sweat from my forehead and throw the towel over my shoulder. My breathing finally levels out right before she asks,

“Is that a promise, Keegan?”

I bite the inside of my cheek when I hear my first name escape her mouth, knowing god damn well this is going to add on to the list of torment later.

“It’s a ‘Maybe another time.’” I strained with frustration billowing my tone.

I take note of the pressure on my teeth from clenching my jaw and swiftly begin to pack up my gym gear and stride out the door, leaving Y/N with nothing but a crumb.

Don’t worry, I’ll be sure that there will be a moment in time where we will have our chance. By then, I want her just as addicted to me as I am with her.

Nice try, Doll-face. But, not today...

[callsignmarz]

Texting the COD Men

POV : They’re jealous

MDNI | 18+ | NSFW

[callsignmarz]

MDNI | 18+ | König x Reader

TW: mentions of knife play, weapons, explicit language, sexual content, bondage/chains.

“Prisoner of War.” PT.2

A creditable sigh eases itself out while König watches the consequential duel between bravado and submission in your irises. Sliding his finger out from the depths of your mouth, a residual smile is left clinging onto your lips.

“I'm a whore who you desperately crave to have control over."

The words fell from your mouth with little to no trouble at all, dripping with the appalling truth. Underneath the hood, König's upper lip plucked in annoyance but he held his unwavering gaze as you taunted him with a giggle.

"Ich hasse dich. (I hate you.)"

He didn’t deny it.

How could he?

Though truth be told, hatred was the vital element that pumped through his veins all those years of tracking you down, infatuated on the day when you would finally meet your demise.

But now, you were finally at his mercy.

As it should've been from the very beginning.

In turn, you couldn’t care less if he hated you or not. All you needed was to buy enough time to make an escape and if you had to go to the extreme...then so fucking be it.

"I don't think you hate me, König. In fact, I think it's the complete opposite of that."

"Do tell, meine schatz. Because if I remember correctly, you've been nothing but a monumental pain in my ass the last few years."

"Oh, please." You scoffed. "Don't act like it didn't get your dick hard every time you saw my ass get away."  

Growing tired of your petulance, his hand forcibly clasped onto either side of your cheeks to shut you up, squeezing them uncomfortably with powerful pressure, painful enough to leave bruises beneath the pads of his fingers.

This act alone, furthered to prove your point.

His milky blue eyes, become the only thing you see as he gets in your face and whispers a new threat, one that catches you completely off guard and has you pooling in your panties.

"We'll see how much talking you'll be doing after I fuck that tight ass of yours." A sinister smile ghosts over his lips and under the hood.

The metal of the chains, collide together, sharp and angry as König rips away the chair beneath you, it skids across the floor until it crashes against the concrete wall.

In seconds, you found yourself laying flat over the table, baring your teeth as his fingers were replaced by a tactical knife, the cool steel pressing into your skin and you feel the warmth of your blood leaking down your face like thick sap oozing from a maple tree.

Your heart begins to race at a unhealthy rate with predilection igniting your nerve ending when he kicks your feet apart to position himself behind you.

"Was? (What?) Too scared to say something smart now?”

König chuckles with his eyes darkening as he gently drags the dull part of the blade from your cheek, down your neckline and roaming your back freely.

"If you didn't cause so many fucking problems for everyone, I think you and I could've...worked something out."

A fervid chill charges down your spine at the sound of his hand undoing his belt and khakis with no difficulty, leaving plenty of space for his bulge to swell as he pressed against your perfect ass.

"I bet I won't even feel a thing." You blatantly lie through your teeth.

"Hartnäckige Sache. (Stubborn thing.)" He rasped with a hidden smirk while his eyes raked over your curves, imagining how your body would looked with nothing on.

"I promise, you're going to feel all of me."

Smoothly, he reaches around, taking his sweet time to unbutton and tug your cargo pants down, bunching them mid-thigh. His cock shivers with palpable need when his eyes fall on the thin waistband of your black thong before soaking in the soft curvature you were blessed with.

"So perfekt. (So perfect.)"

Your breath hitches at leathery feel of König's gloves, tracing and caressing your delicate skin. With your mind spinning in all directions, you hardly didn't notice that you had rose to your tip toes, your body grinding into him, fueling the flames of libido.

Between your ragged breaths, you purr.

“Are you just going to stand there or are you going to fuck me stupid like a real man?"

[callsignmarz]

MDNI | 18+ | König x Reader

TW: mentions of alcohol, mild language, misplaced anger, mature scene.

“He makes you jealous.”

König knew the type of woman he married.

Especially, after a heated argument.

There at the end of the bar, you downed the last few sips of your second cosmo, reminiscing on the stupid fight you just had outside, moments ago.

“Want another?” The bartender customarily asked as he draped a hand rag over his shoulder.

You had a good buzz going.

Although, you didn’t need to go over your limit. The sober mask comes on as you pushed the empty glass away with your fingertips.

“No, I’m okay. But, just incase I change my mind; Keep my tab open.”

“What about your big fella and his friend?”

Your eyes thinned at the bartenders question with confusion quickly morphing into raw ire as you swiveled around to see König sitting at a booth with an arm purposely wrapped around some red headed bimbo.

Let the games begin, motherfucker.

In a matter of seconds, you pounced from the bar stool and like a black panther in the shadows, you blended in with the sea of bodies, stalking and observing their interactions from afar.

As a former mercenary yourself, patience became your most reliable source.

Feeling a familiar pair of eyes burning a hole into him, König swiftly turned his attention to the crowded bar, leisurely scouting until his gaze met yours.

His lips curl into a cocky smirk as he pulls the woman closer to him, triggering you to fly into a jealous rage.

Maneuvering through the horde of drunks, you wantonly drag over a nearby chair once you finally approached the two, persistently planting yourself uncomfortably close to the woman.

“Neue Freunde finden, mein Liebe? (Making new friends, my love?)” You asked König while your eyes fixate on the red haired woman, maintaining a toothy grin.

“Ja, das glaube ich. (Yeah, I guess I am.)”

The red head’s brows crease together, feeling quite uneasy.

“I’m sorry, König. Do you know her?” She questions as she leans closer into König, hoping he would shield her from your piercing watch and you fight the maniacal urges that arise.

By the befuddling look on the poor girl’s face and her accent was a dead give away…she was an American.

Regardless. She had no place flirting with König and the thought of her sharing the same oxygen as him, slowly boiled your blood to a dangerous temperature.

“Ich schwöre bei Gott, wenn du ihn berührst...(I swear to God, if you touch him)” Your tone daintly dips to a menacing level, one that König immediately recognizes.

The smug expression on König’s face becomes one of wary. “My apologies, Schatz. This here is my lovely wife, Y/N. She thinks you’re very pretty.” He blatantly lies through his teeth.

“Y-Your wife?”

The woman blinks a few times, bewildered by how she missed all the crucial signs.

Her eyes drop to your left hand, where a diamond ring would be, but instead there was a small calligraphy tattoo, engraved in your skin that read:

“Til Death.”

“Hat deine Hure einen Namen, König? (Does your whore have a name?)”

He didn’t answer right away.

Instead König reached over to grab the glass of bourbon that sat on the table, taking a quick swig of it while watching the tension build as you continued to inspect his new “friend.”

Your eyes flit over to him with impending glare, which light a fire under his ass to give an answer.

“Victoria.” He said dully, avoiding all eye contact.

A seed of suspicion was ready to plant itself as König had a small habit of fabricating to avoid conflict. But, the way her neck almost snapped at the name, convinced you otherwise and your expression softens.

“gefällt sie dir?” (Do you like her?)

“Y/N, es ist nicht-” (Y/N, it’s not-)

Swiftly rising to your feet and cutting off his excuse, you walk your way around the table to settle comfortably in your husband’s lap, wedging yourself between the two with your eyes studiously on Victoria.

Despite your calm and relaxed nature, the air surrounding held underlying tension with a dicey edge to it.

Victoria’s eyes shift frantically between you and König, hoping that she can escape the situation without any causing any more problems.

“I’m sorry, but I didn’t know you were married. I just assumed you were single.”

“Du hast falsch gedacht, Schlampe. Ich wette, die dumme Schlampe erkennt nicht einmal, was für eine Frau ich bin.(You thought wrong, bitch. I bet that stupid bitch doesn’t even realize what kind of woman I am.)” You added with a humorless laugh, confusing Victoria even more.

“What did she say?”

“Don’t look at my husband, look at me.”

In response to your command, König’s arm causally wraps itself around your waist, not to be endearing but to restrain you if things go suddenly left.

“Are you having fun with König, Victoria?”

Victoria shivers at the piercing tone of your question.

“No, of course not.”

“No? So are you telling me that he wasn’t good enough to entertain you?” You scoffed in disbelief and instinctively König’s grip tightens around your waist, fully aware of the game your about to play.

[callsignmarz]

I don't mean any harm but why do you cross out an explicit writing?

Um, so my main platform to promote, is tik tok. And I’m so conformed to their “community guidelines” 😭 So yeah I’m sorry Tumblr…

[callsignmarz]

MDNI |18+| König x Reader

TW- slightly suggestive, explicit language & sexual content.

“Prisoner Of War”

“Du bist gut, Schatz. But, I’m better.”

(You are good, Dear.)

For years, you’ve been on König’s radar.

You were quite the problem.

Always two steps ahead and leaving pandemonium behind.

What was supposed to be a simple contract ended up being a diverting game of cat and mouse. Admittedly, the hunt was exhilarating. It wasn’t everyday he encountered someone with your set of skills.

Unpredictable. Cunning. Dangerous.

But, needless to say, all games must come to an end.

His boots scuffed the asphalt, slowly pacing with his hands clasped behind his back, savoring the celebratory taste of victory like it were an old fashioned cocktail. The steel blue gaze that peered underneath his sniper hood, did nothing compared to the metal cuffs chafing your wrists raw.

“Es tut mir Leid, wunderschön. (I’m sorry, beautiful.)”

His tone full of mockery. “I had to ensure you weren’t going anywhere.”

A disdainful scoff pushes past your lips in response, your legs cross with confident ease. “Why, afraid you’ll never see me again and miss me too much?”

Despite the many encounters, König had forgotten that smart ass mouth of yours. It always did something to him. Never once in the years he’s worked as a mercenary, has anyone ever talked to him in such a manner.

Only you.

“Such insolence…” He snarled, forging his tone with disgust as he circled back to stand behind you with his eyes boring into the back of your head. “Did you forget who graced you by sparing your pitiful life or do I need to remind you?”

Your lips pursed at the very question with the memory of your humiliating defeat thrown back in your face.

Vexation spindles within as you dwell on how you were so blinded by arrogance that it left yourself wide open, practically handed him the win.

Just to prove a point, the thick metal chains rattle when König’s large hands suddenly slammed down on either side of you with his body pressing against your back, caging you in nothing but pure muscle and authority.

“I believe I asked you a question, Schatz. (Dear.)”

König’s voice sunk to a low octave as he slouched down, the fabric of his hood lightly brushes the outer part of your ear and you feel the warmth of his breath through the material, completely electrifying your nerve endings.

In turn, he couldn’t help but notice how tame you’ve become. A flicker of unwarranted desire reflects in König’s eyes as they trail the column of your throat, a conquering smile crept onto his face when he saw you swallow, a negligible detail that only a keen eye would catch.

“Sag mir nicht, dass du nervös bist. (Don't tell me you're nervous.)” König purrs.

“Don’t make me fucking laugh…” You hissed out with potent venom.

The moment your head snaps to the side, König’s hand instantaneously latched onto your jowl with a firm grip, wedging a breath in your throat as he forcibly tilted your head back to meet with his imperious gaze.

“I warned you about this filthy little mouth of yours.”

The air sprouts with pending venereal tension when his pointer finger glides over to tantalize your plumped bottom lip. Your panties pool when he inserts his finger into your mouth, your mind shuts off and your body takes over as you begin to steadily suck. König’s chest vibrates in amazement yet he fascinated by your brazen behavior.

Your tongue swirls expertly around while bobbing your head to take in each digit in a rhythmic trend, his muscles flexed at the sensation of you gagging from the length of his finger, driving it deeper into the back of your throat.

“Fucking whore.”

[callsignmarz]

MDNI| 18+ | Keegan x Y/N | Fem

TW- mentions of weapons, sexual content & adult language.

“Claim Me.” (Final Pt.)

God, you were sore in all the right places.

But as much as you would love to put all the blame into this morning's work out session.

There was no argument that Keegan did a number on you last night.

You still couldn't fathom how he simply demolished your inner walls. Repeatedly bulldozing his way in, chipping away parts and taking each piece to reconstruct you back together to suit him and him only.

Recrossing your legs for the 20th time today, you squirm in your office chair, fighting the urge to extinguish the wildfire of arousal.

It was a struggle to maintain focus with last night's performance replaying, distracting you from paperwork that was due by the end of the day.

Deep rooted embarrassment swarms with unquestionable desire. As frustration weeds, you finally force yourself to step away from your desk, taking a break to go and walk around the company.

Surely, some fresh air will do the trick.

After walking aimlessly for some time, you wandered into the company's armory. There you saw the regular bunch, fucking around per usual.

Soon, the overlapping voices gradually hushed with all heads in the room turning in your direction. A few soldiers quietly snickered and whispered amongst themselves, thinning your eyes in suspicion, but decided it was better to not ask any questions.

Somehow, last night, word had gotten out and rolled over into today's hot gossip. Unknowingly to you, the swirl of rumors had knitted a blanket of awkwardness, swaddling you completely.

"You have fun last night, L/N?" Asked a random soldier. By the sound of his tone, he was definitely a dared. The question alone had your cheeks glowing with palpable embarrassment but, as hard as it was, you kept your cool.

"Depends on who's asking?" You retort as you faced the giggling soldiers, folding your arms defensively across your chest, giving them an audacious look of ‘Just try and fuck with me.’

At this point, Keegan had just strolled in, placing his rifle meticulously on the leaden gun rack, paying no mind to the room’s current focal point. It wasn’t until what he overheard that made him see nothing but red.

“You were playing with yourself last night?”

“Actually, I wasn’t, Corporal Neece.” You shot back moving a hand to your hip, rolling your eyes to the back of your skull, disgusted that this was even up for discussion.

“Riiight…then, you must’ve been playing with your imaginary boyfriend.” Neece meddles on, getting a kick out of how red your face had turned. “Awe, don’t be so bashful, Y/N.”

Your mouth flops open and right as the natural instinct to slap the ever living shit out of this man, Keegan’s large hand seized your wrist and stationed himself on your front lines. His veins bulge on the verge of bursting with rage. Curling his fingers tightly into a fist, Keegan’s piercing gaze waned in on the now mousey soldier.

“How about this, Corporal. I’m the boyfriend. Do I look real enough to you?” Keegan attested, taking a step forward and cornering Neece with fear lodging itself in his throat, he frantically nods when his back pressed against the cool metal of the weapon’s cabinet. “Good. Now, get lost…all of you.”

Keegan’s authority was never one to be messed with and when he started barking out orders; it meant business. Everyone scrambled, heading Keegan’s order before they all scurried off.

All, except for you.

“I didn’t need you to come to my rescue.” You said sharply, snatching your wrist back, desperately trying to conceal the humiliation you felt. “I’m perfectly capable of handling myself.”

Keegan scoffs. “You’re not denying it this time, Sweetheart.”

“There’s nothing to deny. We’re just friends.” You repeated your infamous rebuttal.

Taking a finger, Keegan gently guides your face, lifting your chin up so your eyes meet with his frosty blues. You innately hold a breath in when you feel his other hand snake to the small of your back. “Are you done? Because I’m getting real sick of this little game you’re trying to play right now. We both know what happened. You know damn well that we have something…something real…”

Your bottom lip backpedals between your teeth when Keegan’s thumb skates across, reimagining how they perfectly molded to his last night. With the heat between your bodies radiating, you lean into Keegan’s supportive embrace, perching your arms over his shoulders, no longer denying the insatiable chemistry.

Resting his forehead on yours, Keegan’s next words bristled your skin with goosebumps.

“Claim me.”

Right on cue, you pull Keegan’s skull balaclava up to the bridge of his nose and without a second to spare, your lips collided fervently. Keegan deepens the kiss as his tongue eagerly invades your mouth, exciting a few soft moans out while you relish on the taste of his control. Keegan’s hand falls to cup the shape of your ass, flawlessly it manipulated underneath his palm, his pants grow uncomfortably tight when the flashbacks of last night begin rolling in. The fire of arousal continues to spread when Keegan lightly nips at your bottom lip, your hips take initiative, desperately gyrating against his, igniting primal urges of his own.

Just as stars began to fill your vision, a husked voice took you both by surprise, nearly pissing yourself in the process.

“So you two are an item.” Logan casually publicized with a studious expression. “Could’ve fooled me, to be honest.”

Panicking, you immediately shoved Keegan away with enough force that the air in his lungs come out as a hushed grunt and his expression sours at friendly distance you created as well as the stammering excuses that started pouring from your mouth. Logan’s hand eventually comes up in protest, putting a pause on you.

“You don’t have to explain yourself, Y/N. You two make a cute couple. I’m just happy Hugh Hefner over here finally found a good one.”

[callsignmarz]

MDNI | 18+ : Keegan x Reader | Fem

TW- sexual content, degradation & humiliation.

“Social Media.”

"Take it down...now."

Keegan goes to snatch the phone from your hand but some how you were quick enough to dodge him.

He saw the picture on your story.

Not on your wall, where you strategically uploaded pictures of fond memories and alluring selfies, decorating yourself to be some eccentric individual.

No, it had to be your story. Which was meant to post for temporary reasons.

All damn day, you've waited for Keegan to get home from work, excited to unwind the night away with your boyfriend.

Only to get turned down because he wanted to play his fucking video games.

So, in retaliation...

You posted a mirror selfie, posing to draw attention to your curves in nothing but a thin grey sweater and simple black panties. Of course, to make it more classy, you add a black and white filter.

"Don't make me repeat myself, y/n." He warned you with another attempt to grab your phone, but to no avail.

"I'm not taking it down." You scoffed at him, finding amusement in pestering him, "A thirst trap never hurt no body. Besides, not like you're giving much attention today."

"Are you fucking with me right now? Your 'little followers' don't need to be thinking you're single..." there was a dangerous edge to his words as he spoke. It took every ounce in him to not flip out on you.

It was nauseating to him how much your life revolves around your Instagram.

Each moment had to be shared, every comment enlivened you and the likes that flooded your notifications gave you fulfillment.

You practically were a whore for attention.

The two of you continued the power-play battle for your phone with Keegan's sculpted chest bumping you back until you were pinned against a wall.

With a spontaneous reaction, you shoved your phone right into your panties. Keegan's eyes met yours, fully aware what you were doing. You were provoking him in the right ways, even if it did piss him off.

"Do you think that's supposed to stop me?" He let out a unwarranted chuckle."You're playing with fire, princess."

Before you could respond, his fingers slipped beneath the waistband of your panties, grazing teasingly close to your clit. Your breath hitches with anticipation, as you allowed the phone to be retrieved from it's hiding place.

Unlocking the phone, he scrolled around until he had reached your post. His thumb hovered over your sultry picture.

Before pressing the delete button, Keegan had sent the picture to his phone.

And instead of giving you back your phone, he holds onto it. "Are you happy now?" You say as if bored.

"Very but, I'll admit it...you looked damn good in that picture." Keegan said with a smugness in his tone as his eyes now raked over your body. "But let's be crystal fucking clear about one thing..."

His hand crept up and lightly trailed your throat, sending electrical jolts of pleasure throughout your body. He could see a flicker of impish desire in your eyes, expediting his own arousal.

Keegan leaned in, his lips hovered over your ear and with a husked voice he whispered,

"Don't think you're getting out of this. When I tell you something, babygirl...I expect you to listen."

You can feel the cool surface of the wall behind you, heightening your senses and making you acutely aware of the close proximity. A wicked smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as his hands dropped to his pants, easily maneuvering to undo them.

"Get on your knees." He commanded and your body follows. Your obedience fueled his dominant nature. Keegan's hand fishes out his needy cock, unveiling himself before you.

You could feel your mouth watering at the sight of his dick, ready to take him into your mouth. He saw the hunger gaze of yours, and he tilted his head slightly to the side, looking down on you with his own avid fascination.

As he guides his cock to your waiting mouth, his finger comb into your hair then finding a firm grasp as he descends down your throat. The taste of him on your tongue was a delicacy.

Keegan let out a low, throaty groan as he lost himself within the depths of your mouth. "That's it, baby...fuck..." he rasped, before pulling out your phone. The flash of the phone illuminated your face, capturing your attention.

He was recording...

You try to pull back, but the vice grip Keegan had on your hair, anchored you in place as his hips bucked into your mouth.

"Not so fast, babygirl. Mmm.. you're going to show everyone who you belong to. So, take this dick like a good little slut." Keegan's voice was laced with mischief and seduction.

With that, his thrusts quickened and moved with power, the sounds of your gagging mixed with his moans echoed of the walls.

Keegan watched you through the phone, making sure to get the best angles. You were putting on a performance of a lifetime as your lips and tongue worked their magic.

Within a matter of seconds, you were a mess. The sight of your disheveled state, inched him closer to reach his climax.

"Fuck, y/n... I'm about to come...argh."

He yanked your hair back, pulling himself from your mouth, leaving you gasping. His cock glistening with your saliva and your chin coaxed in his fluids. His hand continued to stroke his throbbing shaft, the tip of his dick turning bright red.

"Here it comes baby...mm.. fuck, f-fuck...yes, god y/n..argh!~" Keegan growled through his teeth.

You patiently waited, eager for him to consumed by his tantalizing orgasm. It wasn't long until ropes of milky white cum, shot out onto your face as if he was painting a canvas.

His groans of ecstasy sounded like a symphony to your ears. As he slowly caught his breath and stopped recording. His attention fully into the video, making sure it met his standards. Then with a press of a button, Keegan uploaded the video to your story.

"I'm sure you'll have fun with the comment section later." He laughs as he pulled you up onto your feet, handing the phone back to you.

"Now let's get you cleaned up."

[callsignmarz]

MDNI | Ghost x Reader

“He’s Still Grieving.”

Life could be so unexpected. So empty. So cruel.

Full of all the ‘what if’s.’

Delicate rainfall descends from the heavens above, muting the outside world. Ghost overlooks the streets of London from inside of his flat with exhaustive eyes, twirling a whirlpool in his glass of bourbon.

“Drinking again?” You berated with concern, watching as he drowns his sorrows in alcohol.

“I got a lot on my mind.” He mumbled.

His drinking became a nightly ritual, numbing the shame and guilt that loomed over like the grey clouds in the night sky. Letting out a defeated sigh, Ghost shuts his eyes, listening to how your soft voice blends almost perfectly with the rain.

“You know, I hate when you go on a binge like this.”

Sensing his distress, you step closer, reaching out to embrace Ghost from behind. Yet, his body only tenses more underneath your touch.

“Talk to me, my love. Is it work?”

Your innocent question curls a faint smile on Ghost’s lips.

After a passing beat, he lets out a quiet laugh.

“You were always a thorn in my ass.”

“Just a thorn? I aim to be an entire cactus.” You remarked with a chuckle, taking the glass from his hands and gently setting it down on the nightstand beside the guest’s bed.

For a fleeting moment, everything felt normal. Then the sweet smile on your face fades as your brows furrow in deep thought.

“Are you ever going to move back into our bedroom?” You ask in a thin sounding tone.

Ghost’s frowns deeply, fighting to keep a handle on his composure. He wanted nothing more than to be back in the bedroom. Waking up next to you every morning, holding you close and kissing you whenever he pleases.

“No, not after what happened.” Ghost said firmly, ignoring the tightening in his throat.

Turning from the window, your head briefly sinks between your shoulders as he brushes past you, neither of you capable to meet each other’s gaze. Your heart squeezed painfully, knowing how much pain he was in, how much he lost then and now.

“I don’t blame you, Simon.” You say just before he leaves the room.

Ghost frozen in his tracks. Hearing his name leave your mouth with such ease broke the last shred of self-control. Spinning around, your heart races when Ghost charges at you in two large strides with self-loathing tears streaming down his face as he finally releases all his pent up emotions.

“You don’t get to say that, you’re not even real, Y/N! You’re fucking dead and it’s all my fault. I could’ve saved you, just like everyone fucking else in my life. But, no! I let my entire family down, I let Johnny down…now, I let you down.”

Choking back a sob, Ghost collapses on the edge of the bed, his face buried in his hands with the memories of the day he lost you flood back in.

The pitch from the sirens embedded within the walls of your home along with the sight of EMT’s worked vigorously to resuscitate you.

Every second matters.

Was the last thing the doctor said to Ghost before rushing you off for emergency surgery. 30 minutes later, you passed away from the brain aneurysm.

Since then, the man you loved so dearly deteriorated into nothing but a hallow shell with the only way of coping is searching for solace at the bottom of a bottle.

Little by little, the grief ate away at what was left of his sanity and the apparition of you began haunting him.

“I just miss you, Y/N…I miss you so much.” Ghost’s voice broke, dropping his hands from his face.

When Ghost looked at you, his brows scrunched as he saw the look of your face. In your eyes, Ghost saw the final farewell. The realization hit painfully as he jumped to his feet with woeful expression.

“No, please I’m not ready to let you go.” He pleaded as you held a bittersweet smile on your face, your own tears running along your flushed cheeks.

“I know and I’m sorry, my love. But, this is for the best. I need you to get better and stay strong for us. Okay?”

“Us?”

“Yeah, L.T. All of us.”

Ghost whips around with bulging eyes when he hears a familiar voice come from behind him.

On the other side of the room stood, Tommy with an arm around Beth, his mother, who was holding Joseph and Soap.

All of them looked as happy and healthy as Ghost last remembered.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost, LT.” Johnny and Tommy chuckle at the bewildered look plastered on Ghost’s face.

“No matter what happens, we’re always going to be here for you, Sweetheart. And we’re so proud of the man you’ve become.” His eyes pull towards his mother’s soothing voice, then circles back towards you.

“It’ll be okay, Simon. Think of this as a ‘See you next time’ rather than a ‘Goodbye.’” You reassured Ghost as your hand swiftly cups his stubbled cheek.

Leaning into your touch one last time, Ghost silently accepted that it was time to let go. With a heavy heart, he whispers out his promise.

“I’ll do better, okay. Just…please don’t be a stranger.”

You give him a simple nod, then cradled him into your arms as he clung onto you for the last time. Ghost nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, smothering back the occasional sniffles.

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

Pulling away from each other, Soap’s hand slams down on the back of Ghost’s neck, joshing him around a bit.

“It’ll be okay, L.T. No need for the water works. I thought you told me you had a cold heart.” He teases, livening up the air, evoking a light chuckle from everyone. Soap leans closer, keeping his tone low and assuring, his baby blue eyes full of understanding. “Don’t worry, Sir. I’ll take care of them all.”

Ghost nods thankfully as he pulled away from you completely, wiping away the tears to take in everyone’s smiling faces before finally fading away, leaving Ghost alone once more.

This time the room felt emptier.

However, Ghost had to do one last thing before he could finally move on.

His legs carried himself out the guest room, in the living room, there was a shelf where your urn occupied and right next to it was a sliver key. As he took ahold of the key, Ghost hand caresses you urn with a sentimental smile. He then strolled over, unlocking and entering the master bedroom.

“Hey there, beautiful…”

[callsignmarz]

MDNI | 18+ : Soap x Reader AU: Euphoria x COD

TW-ments alcohol, arson, DV, sexual content and explicit language.

“Twisted Games”

What was the saying, new year, new me?

Well if only that shit were true...Neither of you would simply just let it go. In the beginning, you both appeared to be picture perfect.

The 'It' couple.

The two of you were inseparable, catering to each other's every little need and desire, wallowing in the epitome of love. Thriving off of people either wanting to be you or to fuck you. Slowly building an empire on envy and lust.

But, like every relationship, there were...cracks.

Some bigger than others.

It was a quarter until midnight and more bodies flood into the lavish airbnb that Gaz booked up. It was said this New Year's party was going to be one for the books. By the looks of it, they weren’t kidding either.

The LED lights hue a kaleidoscope of captivating colors as the bass of the music pulsates through the speakers and smoke wafts through the air.

Closing your eyes, you throw back another shot of vodka. The cool liquid goes down smoothly, your face begins to pucker, struggling with the burn that lingered. Your best friend of 3 years, Winnie, hands over the chaser you both shared and you swiftly extinguish the fire in your throat with Sprite.

"Bitch, you're going to black out before the new year even starts!" She chortled, sounding equally if not more, intoxicated.

"And? I want to black out this whole. Fucking. Year." You drawled each syllable in a slur. The rim of the red solo cup in your hand lightly taps at your bottom lip, getting ready to swallow what's left.

The second you make eye contact with her, the two of you are bursting out laughing. Winnie’s hand clamps down on your arm, holding for support as you mindlessly stumble into each other. After the laughter dies down, Winnie checks the time on her phone and you manage to gulp down another shot.

“We have about, 20 minutes until it’s the New Year and we both need to find someone worth a New Year’s Kiss.” Winnie mentions dryly as her eyes wander off into the sea of people. The smile on her face then evaporates, spotting trouble from a far. "Oh the fucking balls on this guy." She mutters.

Your brows knit together in confusion. “What? Who?”

As you turn to meet with her gaze, your chin tilts down, glaring through your eyebrows. All the fun you were having prior was immediately sucked out of the room.

The fucking audacity.

"Soap!" Gaz calls out as he bumped wrists with Johnny, who had his Herculean arm wrapped around some random skinny blonde. Gaz was never one to judge, but given who was at his party; he could already sense the looming tension. "What's goin' on, brother? Happy New Year's. Glad you could make it. So, uh...who's this?" He casually points, with an awkward smile.

"Of course. Happy New Year's. And uh…This is..." Johnny thinks for a moment, though, of course, he couldn't really find the fuck to give what her name was. Her job tonight was to smile pretty, wave a few times and end with his load on her, preferably on her perked up rack.

The blonde boobs for brain, frolickly rolls her eyes, extending her hand out to Gaz. "I'm Amber."

"Nice to meet you, Amber." Gaz says in a friendly tone as he shook her hand. His eyes flicker over to Johnny with worry eddying.

"So, you and y/n..?"

When your name was mentioned, Johnny shoots Gaz a quick look with resentment and ire ticking in his jaw. His free hand swipes over his face, fixing it and his hold on Amber.

"Fuck that crazy bitch." He denounces in a low voice.

Gaz doesn’t say anything, instead he simply nods as he took a sip from his drink. Technically, Johnny wasn't lying. It also didn't come as a shock either, but it was a touchy subject.

For the both of you.

"I swear to god, Winnie, if he fucks her tonight. I will commit arson." You hissed out your promise with liquid courage backing you up.

Winnie methodically takes your drink away, familiar with your temperament, setting it to the side. Her hand circles back, combing her fingers through your hair, smoothing out your fly aways and nerves.

"On the bright side. You are way prettier than her. She literally looks like someone he picked up last minute at the pub. Definitely a downgrade."

"Clearly, which is so disrespectful on Johnny’s end. At least if you're going to rebound publicly, make sure the girl is worth showing off."

Winnie nods in agreement. “Exactly.”

You squint as Johnny and his plus one walk away from Gaz, maneuvering their way through the cesspool of bodies to dance. When they find a spot of their choice, Amber casts her arms up and around Johnny's neck, swaying her hips to the beat of the music as his palms gently glide down her curves until they lounged on her waist.

Johnny's midwinter blue eyes came up to sweep the room, promptly linking with yours. The corners of his mouth curled into a smug smirk, fully aware you would be watching. He had purposefully made sure to flaunt the piece of ass that he snagged right in front of you.

And just like that, the war was on.

And of course, he was winning.

Drumming your acrylic nails against the porcelain countertop, your chest heaves as the blood in your veins pumps with a potent mixture of bitterness and spite. Johnny pulls Amber closer, cradling her as they grind their bodies together. Mindful that your eyes would follow, Johnny’s hands fall from Amber’s waist to grope her non-existent ass. His eyes darken to a deep glacial blue as they glance back at you, ensuring that you’re witnessing everything.

It was when Amber's lips instinctively find their way to the crook of his neck, leaving a trail of kisses, that finally pushed you off the edge.

"Oh yeah, asshole? Two can play at this game." You grumbled, bolting from the kitchen, in search for a relatively semi-decent looking guy at the party.

"What did you s— Wait y/n!" Winnie goes to protest, but it was too late.

You had made up your mind and set out on your mission.

Approaching the first guy that caught your eye, you were ticking every box. Taller than Johnny? Check. Burly built? Check. Chestnut brown hair and not stupid drunk, but most importantly; not ugly. Triple check.

At the moment, the guy was having a casual conversation with what you assumed were his friends, but was soon interrupted by the hasty sounds of your heels clicking against the tile floor, catching his attention before your question did.

“What’s your name?”

“Paul.” He answers with a sly smirk, giving you a swift once-over.

“Let’s go, Paul. We’re dancing.” You say with no excitement in your voice, giving him no room to object—not like he was going to anyways.

Paul lets you steal him away, holding his hand as you deliberately drag him to the middle of the dance floor and just a few feet away from your ex-boyfriend and his poor excuse for arm candy.

Feeling the beat of the music, you spin to turn your back towards Paul, allowing his hands to roam while you rock your hips against his body. Johnny huffs out a dry laugh, his eyes nearly black as you torment him, rolling your perfect ass into another man’s groin. Your bodies moved in sync as your hands glide up, accentuating your curves with your fingertips.

God, you were so sexy…

He hated that you were. It drove him crazy in the relationship and it was driving him crazy now. But, that was also his favorite thing about you. Especially when you were his and his alone.

The standoff between you and Johnny continues with the tension bound to break at any given time, unbeknownst to Paul and Amber.

Tipping your head back, you lean into Paul with your eyes closing shut, solely focused to the beat of song. Your heart picks up a pace when you felt his hand paw at your left breast. It was unwarranted and instinctively you pushed yourself off. Before you could open your mouth to say something, you’re then hauled away by Johnny, his grip bruising and secure while he ruthlessly shoves people out of his way.

“Get out my fuckin’ way!” Johnny roars out a path, startling you and those around. Looking back, you see Paul and Amber standing there, sharing the same dumbfounded expression and a victorious smile glosses over your lips.

Once you make it outside, Johnny doesn’t stop there. He leads you over to the side of the house, steering clear of listening ears. The music fades into a faint rhythmic boom contrasting with your drunken giggles.

“Oh, you’re laughin’ are ya?” He bites with a vicious edge in his tone, which you found more attractive than amusing.

“Yeah I really am, Johnny. Is there a problem?” You challenge, knowing what buttons to push.

When you both turn the corner, his hand releases your wrist and in a split second, the air in your throat is held captive by Johnny’s vice grip. The back of your head hits the graveled siding with a dull pain blooming from the impact and your nails dig into his arm, leaving streaks of carmine behind.

“Problem?” Johnny repeats in a deep growl as he leans in dangerously close. “Yeah, I got a fuckin’ problem. You’re dancin’ around with some limp dick fuckhead, actin’ like you like that shit.”

Although his hold on your neck was damning, you managed to slip out a chuckle. “And what if I do, huh? Yet, you can waltz in with some blonde bitch?” Your strained words were like gasoline to a fire pit as the anger in his bloodstream shooting up a couple of degrees and his grip tightens as a result.

“Keep talkin’ y/n…” He grits his warning through his teeth with the tip of his nose pecking your cheekbone.

The heat from Johnny’s breath wisps at your neck and derails down your spine. You bite your lip, aroused and bracing.

“Or what? Are you going to put me in my place?”

Despite the heavy load of jealousy and fury, his hand twitches as does his cock, steadily swelling in his blue jeans. Tilting his head down, Johnny’s eyes rake over you and the solid black, over the shoulder laced sequined dress you wore.

It hugged your curves almost too perfectly.

A mirthless smirk twisted his lips. It didn’t take a genius to know this dress was meant for easy access. You felt him press against you along with the telltale sign of his arousal.

“You would want that wouldn’t you?” Johnny implied, his tone husked with libido.

Even when the two of you were together, it was a constant battle for power and it only seemed to get worse when you two would be on ‘break.’

But, in some sick and unhinged way…

You both liked it.

His question was met with a pregnant pause while the both of you burned holes into each other just by glaring. Johnny shifts further into you, riding your dress up and you shudder as your clit brushes against his knee.

“I didn’t hear you, y/n. I suggest you use that pretty little mouth of yours and tell me.” He murmured, dropping his hand to the outer part of your thighs, sliding his fingers under the thin fabric of your dress, exposing the black thong, seizing a hold around your hips so you’re slowly grinding his leg.

“Go on, babe. Tell me.”

[callsignmarz]

‼️MDNI‼️-Keegan x y/n | Fem

“Claim Me” (Part 2.)

No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't tear your eyes away.

Tension weighed in the air, growing heavier by the second. The way your body ached all over, served as a constant reminder.

You could still feel his imprint inside of you...

How his lips captured yours...

What he tasted like on your tongue...

How intoxicating it all was...

Keegan's arms fold across his chest as he leaned against his doorframe, expecting you to say something — hell, maybe even curse his name this time. But instead, you sat there in his bed, naked and frozen, mentally trying to grasp that you crawled into his bed instead of Logan's.

"I have to admit, Sweetheart. You did surprise me tonight. This was the last thing I would've expected from you." Keegan chuckles lowly then lets out a heavy sigh, completely amused by spontaneous act tonight. Tilting his chin down, his ocean blue eyes glance over, admiring how beautifully you looked in your disheveled state.

"Don't tell me cat got your tongue?"

Blinking a few times, you let out a disdainful scoff.

"Are you really fucking with me, right now?" You say with bitterness in your tone, glaring resentful daggers at Keegan.

"I mean I kinda already did that and then some." He quipped with a shrug of his shoulder, clearly un-wavered by the radiation that you produced. Just for the hell of it, Keegan throws in, "You were practically gushing all over my dick. Who knew Sergeant L/N was a squirter?" He croons with a smirk while your face turns beet red getting riled up.

Asshole...

You turn away, irritation and embarrassment swelling, sulking over the blatant mistake you've made. Unknowingly, your head begins to shake, denial surfaces, burying the truth deep within.

"No. This-" You point up, spinning your finger in a circular motion, "This did not happen." With that, you climb out of Keegan's bed, hastily gathering up your clothes and belongings.

"Y/n..." Keegan sniffed while his eyes rake over you, soaking in your contours and curvature. He bites his inner cheek, stifling back a groan when you slip back into your magenta lingerie. Even though it was meant to be for Logan eyes only, he might as well burn this moment into his memory.

Pushing himself from the frame, Keegan stalks over right as you finished getting dressed.

"We're not going to pretend that you didn't break into my room and fuck me like a needy little slut."

Whipping around, you quickly retort, "Oh we definitely are. If anyone and I mean i.e, Logan, asks any questions tell hi—"

"I fucked your brains out?" Keegan taunts.

Your mouth snaps shut, Keegan's gall momentarily throws you off your equilibrium. Grinding your teeth into dust, you regain some of your patience and take a deep breath in. "If Logan asks, tell him that I had a long day and I called it an early night." You say, stupidly slow and with necessary clarity.

As you go to push past Keegan, he deliberately steps in your way, blocking your path. Your eyes shoot up, thinning with palpable ire.

Dropping his arms from his chest and smoothly taking his left hand, Keegan places a curled finger underneath your chin, easily lifting upwards to force you to meet his unchaste gaze. Leaning forward, the void between you closes as the warmth of his breath ghosts over your lips, sending a surge of electricity that coincided with the blue color of his irises.

You could've pushed him back at any given point.

For whatever reason, you didn't.

Your heart pounded in your ears with blood rushing to your cheeks flushing them imperial red. Fighting the urge to pucker, your lips finds refuge between your teeth, however they roll out with eagerness.

The pads of his fingers brush up your arm with a feather-like touch, prickling your skin with goosebumps. Keegan indulged on the way your body responded to him, understanding exactly what buttons to push and when.

"Look at you." His voice deepened, swaying his head steadily to side, teasing at the thought of his lips against yours. "As much as you want to desperately deny what happened between us, your body certainly won't. But, if I had to take a bet right now..." Keegan's eyes trailed down along with his words. "Your sweet little pussy is probably mourning me. Waiting for me to go down and give her a little kiss." He chuckles lowly.

Anger and arousal swept through you, masking a scowl at his claim. Before you could protest, his thumb glides across your plumped lips, stopping you from doing so.

Keegan's touch purposefully lingered for a moment as he read your body language, noting the subtle twitches and shift in your breathing, craving for more as if you've been deprived your whole life. The corners of his mouth curled completing the smug expression painted on his face.

"That's what I thought." He rasped, backing away to turn towards his bed, casually plopping his body atop of it with his hands interlaced and resting on his chest.

Disappointed by his withdraw, you pursed your lips. "I'm serious, Keegan. Nothing happened." Your tone compacted with stiff warning.

With his eyes closed, he honeyed, "The Nile is a river in Egypt, Sweetheart."

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm saying, you're in denial." Keegan clarifies, putting much emphasis where it was needed.

A pregnant pause allowed his words hang true in the air. Your chest billowed with petulance, growing testy with Keegan's comical comebacks.

"Whatever. I'll see you tomorrow morning at the gym." you scoffed partnered with an eye roll, no longer putting up with his shit. Double checking that you had all your belongings, without a minute to spare you storm out of his private quarters.

The walls of his room shook, rumbling from the door shutting with hefty force and a laden stillness ensuing right after. Although, the silence was deafening, his thoughts were ear-splitting.

This wasn't going to be 'just a quick fuck.'

There was something about you...

It was absolute torment.

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‼️MDNI‼️ - Keegan P. Russ x Y/N | Fem

“Claim Me.”

"Just grow a pair and go talk to him." Keegan insisted, slamming the door to a humvee, clearly checked out from the conversation.

"That's not how nature works, Keegan." You riposted, turning your attention back to Logan, who was currently across the motor pool, chatting to a few other soldiers.

It was no secret that you had a little crush on Logan Walker.

Whenever he was in the area, you felt like a teenager again with her first school crush. Just the sight of him made your cheeks flush a light shade of pink and your knees ready to buckle. And If Keegan had to sit and listen to how fine of a man Logan was one more time, he swore to himself that he will end it all, right then and there.

"Besides, I'd rather just...you know, let things...happen..? Yeah. Let's just go with that."

Keegan raises an eyebrow, shaking his head, unconvinced by your sad attempted claim.

Letting out an exasperated sigh, Keegan makes his way over to the mobile toolbox that you've been leaning on for the past half hour — instead of helping him like he asked you in the first place.

Sensing you needed a little help in the love department, out of the kindness of his cold grinch heart, he gives you some words of advice.

"Standing on the sidelines isn't going to get you far, y/n. A man likes it when a woman takes charge. It's hot as fuck, actually." Keegan galled, giving you a friendly wink. He obnoxiously clicks a pen that he had tucked behind his ear and retrieves the clipboard next to your elbow, scribbling down the required maintenance notes.

He had a point though.

But you would never admit that, especially with how vulgar he put it.

So, you just roll your eyes in protest. "Is that so? Then tell me this. Since when did you become such a 'Love Guru?' Last time I checked, you still had trouble finding yourself a girlfriend." You implored the 'notorious' ladies man.

He hands you the clipboard and you promptly grab ahold of it. You watch him lift up the hood of the truck with one arm as if it weighed nothing.

Why did anything he did always had to be so..?

"That's where you're wrong, Sweetheart. I'm not looking for a girlfriend. Just looking for a good time." He chuckles dryly.

"You're vile." Your face contorts in disgust, but he just shrugs off your jab.

"I've been called worst, Sweetheart."

The sound of a boot scuffling against the gravel, pulls your attention away for a moment and your heart flutters when you realize Logan was standing a few feet beside you.

Okay. Act normal, Y/N...what the fuck is normal!?

"What's up, kid?" Keegan greets cooly, snapping you out of your head.

Tearing himself away from the vehicle, Keegan and Logan clasps their hands together, briefly pulling each other in, bumping shoulders before releasing one another.

"Let me guess, causing trouble?" Keegan quipped as he folded his arms across his chest.

Logan gives a friendly smile, his voice came out a smooth baritone, "Always." He flicks his gaze to you, with eyes now wide and mouth agape with incredulity.

"Who's your friend, Russ?" Logan asks as he gives you a once-over look, intrigued and wondering why he hasn't seen you before.

"This is y/n. She more of a thorn in my ass than a friend." Keegan half-jokingly introduces while giving you a look that says 'Now's your chance.'

Clearing your throat of all the cobwebs that formed within the few minutes, you extend your right hand as you give him a quick run down, "Sergeant Y/N L/N, PCS'd from Fort Wainwright about a month or two ago." Logan listens intently, taking ahold your hand with a firm grip and a surge electricity to shoots through your body.

"Pleasure to meet you, Sarge. Alaska must've been one hell of an experience." He mused with his dark caramel eyes locked in on yours. Slowly, Logan lets go of your hand, but purposely allows his touch to linger.

"I'm surprised you didn't go AWOL." He chorkles.

Slightly shrugging your shoulder and batting your lashes, you pick up on his subtle cues.

"There were days where I was tempted to, but I'm pretty good at being on the straight and narrow." You say coy-like with a smile that matched your tone.

"Good, good. But, hey! I actually have to get going, but uh...You should stop by later tonight and we can finish up this conversation. What do you say?" Logan asks with a quizzical smile, his teeth were pearly white and straight, just the way you like them.

Your mouth gaps open slightly, surprised by how fast everything was moving. You almost pinch yourself to make sure you weren't in a dream but the look from Keegan was an obvious indication this was no dream. Far from, actually.

"Uh, y-yeah. I don't mind." You finally answered.

"Cool...See you then, y/n."

With that, Logan walks off with your eyes following him until he's no longer in sight. You then whip around, almost tripping over your own feet, turning to Keegan and exploding with screeches of excitement.

"Did that actually happen!?" You squeal, rushing over to vigorously shake Keegan's shoulder.

Swatting your hands away, Keegan keeps his eyes forward as he tick in his jaw serves as a seedling of jealously that grew and bloomed a vibrant sprig of green.

"Yes. Now can I get back to work?" He sneers in frustration, retreating his focus back to the engine of the truck.

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As painful as it was to your ego, you take Keegan's advice and with newfound determination eddied in your irises, you come up with an idea.

A man likes when a girl takes charge.

Keegan's voice resounds in your head. The heedful reminder causes your eyes to roll into the back of the your skull. Then your attention shifts back to your reflection. Surveying your outfit one last time as you twist and pose your body in the mirror making sure you were up to par.

Adjusting your black crop top so it flattered your boobs and the ripped up mom-jeans you wore were loose but they hugged you curves just enough to accentuate the roundness of your ass.

And underneath...a matching set of magenta laced lingerie.

There was no way you were not getting laid.

It was a quarter until midnight. The plan was you were going to sneak into Logan's room undetected and surprise him in his bed.

As crazy as it sounds — it was foolproof.

Like, what man wouldn't dream of a woman, as feral as you were, crawling into their bed in the middle of the night?

Right?

After applying the last layer of your clear lemon flavored lipgloss, you roll your plumped lips together followed by a loud suckered pop and you set out on your mission, making a swift exit out the door.

Approaching his quarters, you had to move quickly and quietly. You discreetly reach into your bra and redeemed a simple black bobby-pin.

Good ole reliable.

Throughout the years you've served in the military, you were taught a lot of different things. Tactical insertion being one of them. You knew how to breach any area. From battering rams to hacking security systems but, none that required something so mundane as a hair accessory.

While you expertly pick the lock, you kept your head on a swivel, making sure no one spots you committing this heinous act.

Once you hear the audible click, the corners of your mouth lifted into a confident smile.

Getting up to your feet, you casually make entry.

First thing you noticed was the overpowering smell of cedar wood. Coughing up a lung, you came to the conclusion that the air quality in here was 99.9 percent cologne and that last .1 being oxygen.

Getting past that, it was also rather dark.

Carefully waving your hand around, you try your best not to crash into anything. Eventually, you find yourself bumping into his bedpost, startling Logan out of his sleep and the same familiar baritone voice calls out in surprise, "What the fu—Y/n?"

"Wait! Shh...Just listen, please!" You say right away, hoping it'll calm him down.

"I know this is a bit crazy but just...listen. Okay? I've had a crush on you for a while now and I don't want to blend in with the other girls. So, I guess what I'm trying to say is," You swallow hard, your tone drops to barely a whisper, rolling your lips together as you crawled your way into his bed.

"Just let it happen."

In the dark, your lips find his, silencing any doubt or apprehension from leaving his mouth. A bolt of electricity shoots throughout your body, awakening the longing desire within you.

Not only was he surprised by your assertiveness but it came as a shock to you as well. Being an introvert, you wouldn't have guessed in a million years that you would've be the one to make the first move — all thanks to Keegan.

Logan's lips end up prying your lips apart, deepening the kiss with his tongue, ravishingly exploring your mouth and eliciting soft moans to muffle out as your mouth moves in sync with his.

His rough hands snake their way to your waist before hauling you over onto of him.

Your breath hitches when he breaks away from the kiss and his nose creeps up alongside your throat. Once he finds the most sensitive spot, his mouth latches onto your skin, nipping and sucking until little plum colored splotches decorate your neck.

The two of you wasted no time tearing the clothes off each other. The lingerie you wore for show, unfortunately went unnoticed as it was discarded just like the rest of your wardrobe.

You felt a firm grip on your left breast, before you were greeted by the warmth of his mouth. Not only did Logan have a pretty smile, but he knew what to do with it as his tongue swirled and his teeth gently gnawed on your erect nipple.

A symphony of orchestral moans filled the room.

The sexual connection and burning passion between you two was undeniable.

It was as if this moment was supposed to happen.

As if the two of you were meant to come together and become one.

A dream verging to come true.

Digging your nails into his back, you align him up against you seeping cunt, slowly slipping his swollen cock inside. A small whine of pleasure leaves your lips as you allow your slick walls to accommodate and adjust to his size.

"Ride me, beautiful." He rasped, his tone dripping with ascendancy and urgency.

Like flipping a switch, your back arches, rolling your hips and taking your time descending down only to spring back up when you couldn't fit any more of him.

His size was impeccable.

Your ex wasn't even close to the size and length that Logan held and from the one night stands you've had in the past, they could barely last two whole minutes.

You were in for one hell of a joy ride.

Logan's hand creeps its way from your navel, up and between your breasts to wrap around your throat accordingly.

Taking back control, he bucks his hips, crashing them underneath your thighs, barbarously driving himself deeper into your tight pussy. With your hands on his chest, you prop yourself to hover your ass over him as he kept his unwavering assault.

"Yes, yes, yes! God fuckin—Please don't stop." You whine breathlessly.

"Does the princess want to cum all over my cock?Mmm...such a needy little whore, you are..." He growls, his tone edging you closer to unraveling.

Your body felt as though God sent an angel down just to solemnly fulfill your sinful needs, relieving you of your last unholy act, right before your soul ascends to the heaven's gates.

Delirium intoxicates and overwhelms your senses, clenching your silky walls around his otherworldly cock, urging him to spill his load inside.

"Keep it coming and drown my cock. Fuck...I'm about to cum...Say my name, baby." He grits through his teeth, his thrust becoming more erratic by the second.

As your moans grow louder, your body quivers, riding the wave of your own insatiable orgasm.

"Oh God, Yes! Logan!" You screamed his name.

Your lips collided with his own as he lets out a deep groan. The heat of his load erupts and pulsated deep inside of you, filling you up to the brim. You slide off of him, allowing the contents to pour out of you. The two of you pant and gasp for air, coming down from the euphoric high of your releases while your bodies entangled together.

If you had to be honest, he was more than good, probably the best sex you've ever had.

Silence fills the void with the lingering scent of sex in the air.

Without saying a word, Logan sits up, detangling from your arms and walks out of the room then returns with a towel in hand.

Your eyes strain trying to make out his features as an unsettling tension builds between you two.

"Lo—" You say faintly, making an effort to comfort him.

However he sharply cuts you off, "Lemme stop you right there." His tone dripping with grimness.

Your face twists, utterly confused, watching his dark silhouette walk over to a drawer, pulling out a pair of sweats to slip in.

"I was bound to break it to you one way or another." He says sardonically, scuffling his way across the room, flicking on the light and blurring your vision temporarily until it steadily returns to adjust to your surroundings.

"Sorry to disappoint you, Sweetheart. But unfortunately I'm not your knight and shining armor." He says with a disdained sniff.

Your mouth flops open, struggling to form any sentence, but ultimately one phrase rolls off your tongue.

"What the fuck..."

The .1 percent of oxygen left in the air was sucked out the room completely, leaving you to suffocate on the distressed revelation.

The love story you'd hope for came crashing down hard. Once again, he was right about one thing...

He was no Prince Charming.

He was Keegan motherfucking Russ..

[callsignmarz]

‼️MDNI‼️ - Ghost x Y/N | Fem :“A Night With A Player.”

Being single certainly had its days.

There were countless nights you spent, swiping on dating apps, in search for someone relatively close to Prince Charming. However, over time, each new face seemed to blend in with the next, leaving you in disillusionment.

Whenever you got a match, it seemed there was lack of any genuine connection.

The small talks fizzled into abrupt silence.

Every conversation started to sound the same.

Slowly becoming immune to the repetitive compliments.

What a fucking bore...

You want something different yet, so familiar. Something that could easily light up just a little bit of excitement in your dull and very sexless life.

As you were brushing your teeth, the soft glow of your phone illuminates from your bathroom counter accompanied by the sharp ping of a text, suddenly seizing your attention. Your eyes peek at the aesthetically appealing home screen, taking a glance at the time instead.

10:46 pm

1 new text message

Any text this late at night was always presumed unimportant. So, shrugging it off and go about your nighttime routine.

Moments later another text chimes through the air.

"Who the fuck is texting me?" You say in an exasperated huff, fluttering your eyelids with exhaustive annoyance.

Why was it so hard for someone to simply find the patience to wait?

Snatching up your phone, you expect someone reasonable so you so don't act on one of your very many creative ideas. Suspicion arouses in your chest when you see the text messages that came in were from an unknown number. For a minute or so, you re-read the cryptic words on the screen.

Miss me, Love?

Hope you're not ignorin' me, y/n...

Raising a brow, your thumbs taps your screen, typing up your response, feeling intrigued as you piece together who this person is. All the serious ex-boyfriends are currently blocked—unless one of them got a new phone number. Then again, could it be that one fine ass doctor who flaked out when you were supposed to meet up for coffee, what was his name? Leon? Leroy?

The thought of playing 20 questions felt childish, and yet, you couldn't resist a good game of cat and mouse.

Do I have a reason to?

It was a simple question.

Nothing more and nothing less.

Satisfied with your response, you confidently press the send button and swiftly make your way to the bedroom, ready to crawl into the comfort of your safe haven. As you were settling down, it wasn't long before you got another text. Your lips fought back the devious smirk that toyed at the corners. Then the habitual urge to wait a few minutes before you responded, kicked into play. Counting the minutes down to a T, you went through the motions until you allowed yourself to eagerly grab ahold of your phone.

I'm goin' to take that as you don't remember me then...Shame, really.

You pause, staring at the mysterious text with your thumbs hovering over your keyboard in hesitation.

Despite the warning bells ringing through your head, you were drawn in, almost obligated to keep it the conversation flirtatious and flowing, your stomach whirls in temptation and your veins pumped with adrenaline. "Y/N... you're literally just asking for it at this point." You depressingly tell yourself, while you await the unknown.

Shame? So, why don't you remind me then?

In a matter of seconds and with amped up urgency ricocheting in the air, your phone chimes 3 times.

You never cease to amaze me, y/n.

It's Simon.

I'm only in town for a few days.

Ahh..That explains a lot...

Tipping your head back and like a film to a movie, the past emotions you had suppressed a long time ago begins to resurface. You knew all too well that Simon was the kind of person who just wanted to get his dick wet, and yet, here you are...

And I should care why..?

A wry smirk tugged on Simon's cheeks, you were the same y/n as he remembered.

In his eyes, you reminded him of a coconut.

A fruitful woman who sought out love with a tough, hardened exterior, protecting the delicate and delicious center. Given just the right amount of pressure, the shell would crack, exposing the soft interior.

And Simon knew exactly how to break through.

Don't act like you don't have flashbacks of how I made your legs shake with just two of my fingers.

A bit cocky today, aren't you?

Willin' to find out?

Rekindling anything with Simon would be a waste of time and energy. It was going to lead you down a path that held nothing but short-lived highs and hallow, empty promises.

Even with the nostalgic scenes from the past manifesting, the mere act of conversing with Simon reignites an extinguished flame that quickly spreads throughout your body.

You could also use the good fucking.

Maybe.

And there it was.

It was a crumb, but to Simon, it was an entry ticket. He was quite impressed with himself that he didn't even have to do much convincing this time around.

Absolutely fuckin' beautiful...

Still live on Downer?

How cute, you remembered.

Of course, I remembered. Why wouldn't I?

There were plenty of fucking reasons.

Not only did Simon lead you on, believing there was a chance to a sustainable future with him, you had also caught him in several lies.

Like the one time you went through his phone and saw 3 different women, actively pursuing a relationship and none of them aware about one other. At least you had the heart to send them the screenshots, right? But once again, the impulsive nature to be a total bitch trended on the horizon.

Honestly? I thought you would've forgotten.

It's been a while.

Simon hums with satisfaction stroking his ego.

He had you right where he wanted you.

Just a little bit more...

How can I forgot about the one that got away?

Out of all the shit we went through, I still admire you. I crave a woman that is independent and strong willed. Besides, we had a lot of fun together.

Like a siren's song, you found yourself unable to resist him.

All the blood in your body rushed to your most sensitive areas, shivering with agonizing need. Taking the edge off, your left hand glides down the gap of your tits, passing your navel and resting between the heat of your thighs, massaging your throbbing clit through your shorts, greedily rocking your hips into your fingers.

So, when did you want to come over?

Fuck, what am I doing..?

This was a bad idea, but the longing feel for connection overshadowed the rational voice in your head.

The intoxicating chemistry between you and Simon was undeniable, your fingers swirl circles, your breathing shallowing with more dirty thoughts from the past come flooding back. The soft glow from your phone captures your attention, stunting you from reaching your climax.

Reading the last of his words, your heart flutters and you do as Simon says.

Quit touching yourself.

I'll be over in 15.