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me paying joris and andrea to hide all hair gel and scissors from charles so his hair can stay curly and fluffy and soft and he can keep looking like the hidden away prince that was let out due to political complications in his kingdom for the first time ever and he keeps making people fall in love left to right

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can you make a keegan in love headcanon please

Yes. And i'm going to swoon while doing it!

Word Count: 1.3k

Keegan P. Russ SFW Headcanons

Keegan is a very self disciplined man. He doesn’t have much but what is his is yours. 

If you’ve ever seen those “get you a man who looks at you like…��� That is Keegan. Get you a man who looks at you the way Keegan looks at you. No matter what you do or say, he will watch and be grateful to have you around.

Sometimes late at night, especially if you’re sleeping next to him. His restless brain would wonder to you, how beautiful he thinks you are, how he appreciates that you open up to him and tell him your thoughts and allow yourself to feel comfortable around him. 

Likewise, you are the only person he’s ever felt safe enough to be truly vulnerable with. 

He loves to hold your hands, hold your waist, just hold you in general. On hot nights, he’ll fall asleep holding your hand. If you’re standing where he needs to walk, he’ll place a hand on your hip as he passes. 

He’s not a very materialistic man but I think he loves to record vinyls. So of all the objects around the house, the one he pays the most tlc to is a crate of records that sits in the corner of your living room - a player sitting on a bookshelf. 

He loves to dance with you, just holding you close to him, swaying from foot to foot. Feeling you breathe, hair tickling his nose as you rest your head on his shoulder. 

He’ll rarely ever talk about himself unless you asked but over time you’ll notice some patterns. You suspect his favourite vinyl is the chet baker sings, that is always his go too when he gets back from deployment or after he’s taken you to a romantic dinner. He told you he loved you to that record so you always know it’s going to be an intimate and sentimental evening when he picks it out. (I didn’t tell you this but he always thought he’d propose to you on that record. We’ll get into that later). 

When he’s got nothing planned for the day, he’ll put on John Coltrane. He’s not the best at sitting back and relaxing so having something spritely playing stops him from feeling like the whole day was wasted. It’s like his cocaine. (He’ll clean the house like a mad man if you’re not home just to feel proactive). 

When you’re feeling upset, he’ll put on Herb Alpet’s tijuana brass and keep you occupied. (This also proves very helpful if you two have children, the young children stay occupied, dancing around while he’ll do a hobby or cook with you). 

He is selfless to the people he loves. And I am a firm believer his love language is acts of service. So if you need anything, he’ll be there for you. If you mention you’re bag broke, he’ll buy you a new one. If you love to shop, he’ll pay for anything you even mention is cute. If you set a boundary like needing alone time, he’ll take it one step further and make you a cup of tea to leave you alone with. 

He’s very vigilant and intuitive. While it may make you feel at times like you don’t do enough for him because he tries to do everything for you, he’ll always remind you that that's how he can feel satisfied that he’s shown his love in the way he knows how. 

He doesn’t even care if it gets embarrassing, you deserve his time and attention so damn straight he’ll give it. 

We all know he’s mysterious, but that really does mean he is quiet and keeps to himself. For a good while, none of the ghosts even knew he had a partner. He didn’t tell them when the two of you got serious, he didn’t tell them when he thought about proposing or that he spent every night picturing his life with you. And that it always made him work harder just to get back to you. 

(Except for Ajax. He knew of someone like you being in Keegan’s life but he wasn’t told who you were or any other specifics. They were on a mission, just the two of them, and Keegan had brought it up briefly in a particularly harrowing situation. It was never brought up again but Ajax could tell whoever this person was, they meant a lot to Keegan). 

His team only found out on a late night of chatter after a mission. A beer or two passed around. Each sharing stories of their home life: what it used to be, what they’d wish for in the future. Then it got to Keegan and he told them about you because they asked. (Little smartass. “You never asked” is a common phrase in his vernacular).

He’ll tell them how you met, where you lived and how you’ll see each other occasionally but mostly write. If you’re in the military, he’ll tell them where you're stationed. Elias would offer to get you over here and Keegan would refuse, wanting you nowhere near no man’s land. Everyone understood. (If you’re a ghost however, the secret wouldn’t have lasted this long). 

Everyone was already stunned, like jaw to the floor shocked. But then he revealed that he was thinking about proposing and the silence was so loud. For half a second, not a single person in the room had an intelligible thought, everyone needing a moment to digest everything. But the congratulations and cheers were inevitable. 

He’ll never admit it aloud, but the approval from his team was incredibly validating. He would be stoked to have you meet them and even keep them around to meet his family if you two decided to start one. 

The ghosts asked him if he had a big plan to ‘pop the question’ and he just… shrugged. His fingers fiddling with each other. He explained that you two didn’t need those kinds of things to know you loved each other, that he’d prefer to just keep it intimate and whoever needs to know will find out eventually. This is for him and you and nobody else. 

Elias gave him time off to visit you. He tried to protest, he already had time off planned in a couple months but Elias wasn’t taking no for an answer. Spouting a bout of wisdom like he usually did:

“Starting a family was the best decision I ever made. Life will flash by and before you know it, it’s too late. You deserve that kind of love, son” 

So Keegan took the time with no further complaint and sent you a letter, letting you know he’ll be by to visit for a couple days. 

The night he got home, the two of you ended up dancing to Chet Baker. A pure sense of serenity washing over the room. The song playing sung of marriage and he pulled his head back to watch you. A pleased smile grew on his face.

“Would it be so bad?” He felt brash for the first time. He worried this would feel too blunt but after weeks and weeks of thinking about it, the idea was crawling out of his mouth on its own volition.

“What?” you turned to look at him, the two of you barely moving by now.

“Marriage… with me?” 

You stood there, dumbfounded for a moment. You managed to pull together a loving smile while your eyes held the same shock throughout.

“I think it would be wonderful.” You sighed, letting your head fall back onto his shoulder. The genuinity in your voice only making his heart beat faster. 

A beat passed as you led a soft sway. He didn’t start moving his feet again, his mind so caught up in your words that he just let you pull him side to side happily. 

“So will you?” 

“Yeah. I think I will, kid.” Using the nickname he used to call you made him let out an involuntary, hearty chuckle. A smile of pure bliss breaking out on his face as he started to realise just how utterly whipped he was for you. 

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Deep in those woods.

Keegan P. Russ x Fem!Reader

AO3

You find a strange man in the woods, no doubt running from the federation. He seems, well, in simple terms beat to shit. May your act of kindness not go unpunished.

...

Alr guys, I've tried my hand at writing x reader but it goes so much goddamn faster writing for vague characters versus 'yourself'. BUT IMA TRY IT AGAIN BITCH!

It wasn't no man's land, but it had seemed no man dared to step into these treacherous lands.

Of course, until they did.

The thick woods, large mountains, and the pure water of the creeks that ran through the lands were seemingly forgotten.

Of course, it was, all until it wasn't.

It started with limited activity, maybe a helicopter, maybe the sound of a plane buzzing past too high in the sky to really know who or what it exactly was.

That's around the time he went missing, your brother that is.

The presence of Federation soldiers was small but large enough to know that this wasn't a simple injury in the woods- a broken ankle, anything of the sort would've been called through the radio.

You'd trusted him enough, trusted his skills to not fall victim to a bear attack. You'd both been raised out here- knew how it worked. It would take more than the maternal rage of a bear protecting her cubs to take either of you down.

Your father was what you'd consider a prepper. Long paranoid and embodied with the 'True American Passion', which was then instilled into you both from a young age. The property was bought long ago and turned into an off-the-grid homestead far away from the nearest town. When the evacuations had begun the two of you had waited before looting.

It seemed wrong at first.

But it was for the best.

The broken windows of the old shopfronts a days travel one way you'd gazed through as a little girl. Ripping open the doors to cars to pump the diesel from their tanks. The cases of fuel stabilizers were put to good use after managing to hotwire an old truck.

There was resistance, but if your father had taught you anything it was to stay far, far away from organizations like that. The kind that would preach equality, to give to the poor and help the weak but would strip you of your resources if they only knew how well you were stocked.

It wasn't selfish, no.

This was survival.

But that was a long time ago.

Dad died of a heart attack a few years ago. He was buried under that apple tree he'd snap a branch from to beat either of you two if God forbid you stepped out of line.

Seemed like a fitting place.

Better than feeding him to the pigs.

Civilization had started to heal itself, the local farmers proving their worth after the large highway's bridges were blown up. She'd remember vaguely hearing it was the ranchers, banding together to protect their lands.

Either way, whoever had done it had done a good job. The landscape protected those who called it home, those who respected the danger of its beauty.

And the days would blend together- the crippling feeling of loneliness, the suffocating sound of silence filling the cabin. You prayed your brother was alright- you could feel, deep down, that he was, he had to be alright. But you couldn't go look for him-

You weren't naive.

You know what they'd do to you if they captured you.

Your knowledge wasn't useful to them, no something much more horrifying.

Your body.

The soft clucks of chickens could only do so much to fill the void- the carnal need for social interaction. Even the arguments over the smallest things with your brother scratched the necessary itch, but once all of the chores had been done, everything dusted, organized, canned, prepped, dinner made, herbs dried, pillows fluffed, clothes mended.

You'd sit in silence.

Waiting.

...

Keegan was tired.

Exhausted.

Running on the fumes of fumes.

And God, did everything hurt.

He'd been hurt worse before- he thinks. But he knew it was starting to get bad, really, really bad when he could no longer feel the piercing pain in his chest, the throb of his ribs, the searing pain in his thigh.

His attackers hadn't survived- he knew that much. But his radio had fallen victim, and as much as he hated to admit it, he was close to being a casualty as well.

But he was stubborn.

The kind of stubborn bred into his genes.

He kept moving, stumbling through the forest bouncing from one tree to the next, tripping over himself and sending himself tumbling over a ledge and into a creek.

The water was cold-

He could feel the water slowly trickling over his cheek, soaking into his clothes as the soothing song of the water meandered past lulled his sight into darkness.

...

You suppose you could fill part of today's void with laundry, maybe even dipping your feet into the creek would bring some kind of temporary relief. The song of the creek shooing away the silence while you'd crouch in its safety.

Pulling the basket down, making your way out and through the pathways feeling the morning sun kiss the back of your neck as you marched seemingly on autopilot through the trail and onward.

The songbirds in the morning, the light hazy sound that the bugs would make as they hid in their crevices.

The sound of your footsteps soft against the fallen leaves and moss, the occasional squelch of mud.

Making your way to the creek, finding the large rock you'd sit on, and waiting to procrastinate the inevitable chore you'd find yourself mindlessly toiling at until sunset.

But there was a boot.

Why was there a boot in the water?

Your eyes narrowed at it, fell to its side sunken, and caught against stones with its added water weight.

Fear crept up the back of your neck as the implications of another person nearby becoming much, much more material. It wasn't something that could simply drift along the creek-

someone was here.

And there was no way to know if they were friendly- if there even was such a thing as friendly anymore.

Hesitantly, pushing your hands onto the cold stone and stepping into the creek, leaning forward to peer up the stream for your eyes to land on what was seemingly a corpse-

missing a boot.

A rifle strewn to his side, a mask, a helmet- a thick vest with a seemingly endless number of things tacked and strapped onto it.

This was a soldier.

You stepped forward, against better judgment to further investigate, eyes falling on the deathly pale skin. Hand reaching hesitantly up to grip the hem of the mask, some kind of skull-like distortion painted into the worn fabric.

Their black grease paint smeared and mixed with blood, eyes shut-

Which is why you felt like you'd jumped out of your skin when his eyes opened in a flash- the moment you'd tugged the mask upward. A large hand splashing through the shallow water and gripping onto your wrist, grip deathly strong as you shrunk back trying to pull your wrist away.

"Ssm.. Away." He shouted, voice slurred and eyes staring off into nothing as if his cold and tense body was acting on nothing but instinct.

English?

Was he-

He just spoke English.

He was American-

His grip became weak, his hand falling to his side as his head lolled as he lost consciousness again. Your body sparks like a live wire as you lunged forward, hands gripping onto his vest and calling out to him, trying to have him open his eyes again to speak, to clarify a thousand questions racing through your mind at that moment.

Your head lifted, frantically searching your surroundings trying to see if anyone had been with him. Letting out a frustrated puff and standing, trying to grip onto a strap on his vest and dragging the accumulated sopping wet dead weight of the large, unconscious man onto the moist dirt shoreline of the small creek.

Struggling- thoroughly before getting his upper body onto the dirt looking around as if questioning your own sanity.

Was this a good idea?

How could it be a good, idea- this was a red-flag paradise.

But, he was American.

That didn't mean he had good intentions.

But he is a soldier-

You think.

You think he is a soldier.

Why would a soldier be all the way out here?

Mercenary maybe?

A theif?

Your eyes narrowed on the thin line of blood tricking through he exposed flesh of his mask, over his eye.

You exhaled, closing your eyes and bunching your hands at your side while you started running back for home.

Throwing a pot of water onto the wood stove to start boiling, scattering out a bag and gripping the handles of the wheelbarrow full of firewood, dumping its contents out onto the soft earth before yanking it back and charging forward on the path to the creek.

Loading the man's body into the wheelbarrow was easier said than done.

You weren't proud to say it, but you did drop him.

More than once.

A few times, actually. Finally opting to throw his upper body in first, lifting his legs with all the energy you could muster and finally tucking his arms in as if you hadn't just dropped him like a sack of shit seven times prior.

Pushing him towards your home.

Simply pushing the wheelbarrow into the open space of your living room, pushing the couch as far back against the wall, and dumping his body out onto the wooden plank flooring near the stove.

Shucking the vest, the gear, unstrapping the gun, and putting it far, far away. The knives kept coming, tucked into random spots, hidden and clipped and strapped under every layer.

The mask was finally removed from his face.

The pants went too.

You'd forgotten his other boot in the water- you'd have to get it later.

It was like finding a stray dog- a dirty, bloody, unconscious dog.

But it was a large, shirtless, stinky man on the floor of your cabin.

You'd leave those thoughts for later.

You tended to his wounds, cleaning the blood from his skin, disinfecting and pulling the gunk from his cuts, carefully stitching the long gash on his thigh back together.

Setting a pillow under his head as his breathing began to even out, the heat of the fire warming his skin and bringing color back to it.

The many scars that rippled across his flesh.

You sat back, exhausted, staring at the rise and fall of his bruised chest. Listening to the sound of his breathing, albeit faint.

But all you could think about wasn't the fear gripping onto your ankles like a vice.

It wasn't silent anymore.

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happy international women's day to the women in my phone :) ❤️

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do u sometimes just. like. these are the same person. coolio

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Finding Solace

Paring: Keegan P Russ x Reader

Summary: You and Keegan are in the early stages of your relationship. He hadn't learned too much about your past just yet. Until a nightmare brings up buried feelings.

Word Count: 586

Warnings: Mentions of parental death, nightmares, mild angst but with a happy ending, single curse word, maybe some grammar mistakes. The nightmare is written in italics if you want to skip it <3

A/N: First fic posted on this blog, it's short and a bit self indulgent. Let me know what you think!

There's a heaviness in your chest but you're unable to cry. You want to run up to her and hug her, but your feet are glued to the laminate floor.

You can only...stare.

She was alive? But you were there. You saw her die, how is she standing in front of you like everything is normal?

She's talking to you about the new show she watched, just like she did when she was alive. The details sound familiar, she's describing the show you would watch together.

The one you can't bring yourself to watch again.

Then she falls to the floor, lifeless, and the paramedics come to take her away once more.

The weight of the single tear that falls from your eyes makes you fall to your knees.

You can't stop the overflow of tears now.

But no matter how much you sob, you can't make a sound.

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You're jolted awake by a warm hand shaking your shoulder. Tired, worried eyes stare into yours.

Keegan. Fuck. Right, he spent the night.

"You were having a bad dream," He sits up, but he hasn't turned on the light. "Do you want to talk about it?"

You stay silent, unsure if this is something you want to discuss with him. You're weary mind telling you that it would burden him, and he has so much on his plate.

However, Keegan is a patient man. He understands plaguing nightmares better than most. You take a deep breath, and you sit up with him. He reaches for your hand, letting you know he's there for you by rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.

"I won't pressure you to tell me. Just know that if and when you're ready to talk about it. I'll be here ready to listen."

As usual, his tone soothes you. With his hand still in yours, you lean in and lay your head on his shoulder.

"It was about my mom."

Keegan didn't know much about her, only that you lost her last year. He kisses the top of your head, he wishes he could take the pain from you. He knows of the void losing your parents leaves inside you, having lost his when he was young.

"It's not the first time I've had this dream," and lean into his warmth more, "and it's probably not the last time."

He hums in acknowledgement, giving you the opportunity to continue if you wished. But you didn't, your eyes stayed focus on the faded blue light peeking through the curtains.

"I know what it's like to have repeating nightmares. Sometimes, we can't control the kinds of dreams we have. But, it helps to know that you have someone to lean on when you have them. And you have me."

Keegan isn't foolish enough to think that he can stop your nightmares, but he's going to make sure you know you can count of him to support you.

You look up at him with a smile, it's only been a couple months since you started dating. Yet, you can already feel yourself falling deeply for him.

He thinks the same and kisses the tip of your nose.

"C'mon, let's go watch the sunrise. I'll make us coffee and meet you on the porch." He said.

He waited until you got up first, and he helped you put on your robe to keep you warm from the morning air.

Though, you will always feel the loss. It doesn't mean you won't find ways to love and be loved.

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Keegan, on his knees :

Keegan, begins to kiss up their body :

Keegan : I would burn this city down if that’s what it would take to have you. Don’t ever underestimate what I am willing to do to make sure you’re right where you belong.

Y/N, just enjoying him worshipping on their body : And where is that?

Keegan, slowly moves his hands up their frame :

Keegan, memorise the masterpiece before him : With me. You belong with me.

Bonus

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ferrari acting like i have any will to live in the first place my guys i will literally kill myself in front of the entire garage

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i’m gonna forza ferrari myself off a bridge

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I have never wanted a curse to exist so badly before

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CRYINGGGG

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having rosberg as a commentator on sky italy is genuinely the worst thing i’ve ever experience as an italian after chicago pizza was invented

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Infiltration part 4

Keegan x F!reader

I can’t lie this isn’t even enemies to lovers anymore. I don’t know what this is lmfao, just enjoy the ride I guess. Thank you to @taurus-ted for being my hype man 4eva

Warnings - 18+, minors DNI, all the smut, p in v, spit play, praise kink, voyuerism, masturbation, breath play, dom/sub theme, sub keegan. The reader is not a good person in this

‘Hope it was worth it’ Claude huffed as he sat at your desk, disgust evident in his features. Scowling at him you tapped at your keyboard ‘it was actually’ you hummed. Slowly you turned your laptop to face him, an audio programme already running. Turning up the speaker muffled voices could be heard. Realisation spread over Claude’s face at what you’d managed to pull off.

You’d bugged the Ghosts.

‘Still think my little indulgence wasn’t worth it?’ You smirked as you listened in on their conversation.

‘You fucked her didn’t you?!’ It was Merrick, clearly not impressed by Keegan’s actions. ‘I can fuckin smell her on you. Fuck were you thinking?!’ He was furious, which only turned your smirk into a smile. ‘Did you even get any names?’

Claude shot a glance towards you, a flash of disbelief. ‘Relax Claude I didn’t say shit.’ You motioned for him to continue listening.

‘Yeah, she gave me names. All of em. Said she’d give me more when I go back.’

‘When you go back?! Keegan. She’s got you round her fucking finger. Goddamn it. How do we even know these are real?’

That’s when you shot your own look over to Claude, who relaxed at the implied betrayal. Flexing your brows you smiled, ‘that’ll teach you for underestimating me. Need to lure them in’ you said as you mimed reeling in a fish.

Pulling up a satellite image of the surrounding area you zoned in on the old mill. ‘We know this is where they’re hiding. For all Keegan knows, I’m upholding my end of the bargain and keeping a truce. But …’ you chewed on your lip. ‘I want them. I want Elias. He’s the final piece of the puzzle that’s stopping us from taking control. Wait for Keegan to come here, take them then.’

Claude rose from the chair, ‘I’ll get my team on it. We’ll get em.’

———

Keegan entered your office once more, standing to attention in front of your desk. Floorboards creaking under his weight. Biting your thumb you smiled up at the Sargent before you. ‘You get more handsome every time I see you’ you cooed softly. He huffed as he strained against the bonds which encased his wrists, ‘this really necessary?’

Closing the gap between you, you placed both your hands on his chest, breathing in his scent. ‘For what I have in store? Absolutely.’ Pressing your lips ever so gently on his you sucked his bottom lip between your teeth. Nipping it gently. Narrowing his eyes at you a groan rumbled within his chest.

‘Nox’ he warned ‘we can’t.’

‘Why? Because Merrick said so?’ You pouted ‘the big bad wolf said no?’ Standing on your toes you pressed your mouth against his ear ‘I’m not afraid of the big bad wolf Keegan. He should be afraid of me.’

You slid your hand down his waist into the valley of this thighs, raising a brow at his already hard cock. ‘Mmm perfect’ you cooed. He flinched at your touch, not away from you, into you. Inadvertently he rolled his hips further into your grasp.

The air shifted, just like it always did. It became thick, tense, almost putrid. You were Ying and Yang, cat and mouse. You were the devil reincarnate, and you’d invited him to your table.

Gripping his onyx hair between your fingers you jarred his neck backwards, revealing his neck. The skin pulsated from the swollen artery beneath, but he was still calm. Never wavering at your touch. Switching positions behind him you kicked the back of his knees, causing him to fall. He hissed between his teeth, pain or pleasure you weren’t sure.

His hair still entwined in your fingers you lazily dragged your tongue along the crook of his neck. His skin slightly salty from his sweat, you savoured the taste. ‘Look at you. On your knees for me’ you mocked, placing a possessive kiss on his jaw. His stubble nicked the delicate skin on your lips. The only delicate attribute you had.

You sighed a moan into his skin, one of contentment, you could have stayed like this with him forever. He shifted slightly beneath you, pulling back you stared into his ashen blue eyes. Bumping your nose against his you forced your lips onto him, driving your tongue into his mouth. You didn’t relent as you gripped him closer to your chest, hands wandering, pulling, dragging, twisting around his body.

Dropping to your knees you straddled his lap as he knelt beneath you. Still buried within his kiss, you rolled against his cock eliciting a deep groan from him. ‘You wanna touch me Keegan? Wanna feel how wet my pussy is for you?’ Your voice was sultry and hoarse, a whisper within a sea of white noise. Screwing his eyes shut he choked out a breath, a muffled sob as you kissed him again. ‘Fuck, I need your cock Russ, I need you so bad’ you murmured, your breath tickling his neck.

He peered up at you through hooded lids, panting softly trying to maintain composure. Gripping his neck between your fingers you pursed your lips, ‘you want that Keegan? You want me fuck you? Make you cum in my pussy?’ His eyes widened, as his jaw went slack trying to process your words. Ghosting your lips along his jaw you nipped his skin between your teeth, ‘you want that?’ He swallowed hard, his mouth audibly dry ‘yes.’

Shooting him a smile that would make the devil proud you yanked his trousers open. You slipped your hand into his clothes, pulling his cock free. Biting your lip you looked down on your prize, feeling yourself involuntarily clench against the seam of your trousers. A smirk rigged at your lips, seeing him so weak and broken beneath you. ‘Beg for me Russ.’

You wouldn’t stop until he was a quivering mess, a pleading, whimpering mess.

Sliding off him you left his cock standing to attention in the cold office air. Grabbing his cheeks between your fingers you gave him a peck ‘good boy.’ Spitting on his cock you watched as your saliva dribbled down his shaft, the sensation made him shudder as a soft whimper passed his lips.

Leaning back you snaked your fingers into your own trousers and towards your weeping cunt. Resting your forehead against his you played with yourself. Slipping two fingers into your hole as you panted against his lips ‘fuck I’m so wet, s’all for you Keegan, s’all for you.’ The sound of your fingers abusing your hole filled the room, his cock twitched violently against his abdomen as you came undone in front of him.

His mind was empty, unable to find words to speak, just hoarse whimpers that forced themselves past his vocal chords. Watching as you fucked your fingers right in front of him, your skin glowing in the dim light of the room. You were ethereal.

As you neared your high you pulled out, gently skimming your fingers over his lips and onto his tongue. The taste of your arousal flooded his senses, sweet yet a tang that was undeniably yours. He craved it. With your fingers placed firmly onto his tongue you kissed him, your tongues gliding over your fingers.

He wasn’t sure how much longer he could take of this, his cock painfully hard. Throbbing from needing to cum so badly. Your juices danced along his tastebuds as he fought against your tongue. He tried to rise from his knees but you pushed him back down, climbing onto him once more.

Pulling away from the kiss a ribbon of saliva connected the two of you snapped. Using the fingers that were just in his mouth your gripped his jaw, keeping it open. Narrowing your eyes you spat into his mouth, eliciting another groan from him. ‘Swallow baby’ you cooed tightening your grip. He did as he was asked, taking in shallow languid breaths.

‘So good for me Keegan, such a good boy.’

Readjusting your trousers you raised above his taught cock, even the gentle touch of your finger tips to guide it had him arching his back as he moaned. You slipped the head of his cock into your cunt, just the head. He choked out a breath as you removed it again. You repeated this motion over and over and over. Throwing his head back he finally relented ‘please … please … please’ he begged.

Kissing his neck your bit down on the sensitive skin, ‘well because you asked so nicely.’

Sinking down fully onto his thick cock you both gasped, jaws falling open at the sudden change in sensation. You started off slowly, rolling your hips back and forth. He let his head fall forward onto your shoulder as he whined into you. The strangled and muffled moans that came from the depths of his throat just spurred you on.‘Fuckfuckfuckfuck’ he stammered ‘feels so good.’

Cupping his head you picked up your pace, ‘doin so well for me’ you praised against his lips. He looked up at you completely drunk off your cunt, his rolling to the back of his head with pure ecstasy. You allowed your own moans of pleasure seep into his skin as you lifted your hips, crashing back down onto his cock. ‘Oh god … don’t stop … fuck’ he mewled.

Using your fingers you rubbed your clit whilst keeping a punishing pace. You’d already edged yourself so it didn’t take long before your orgasm rebuilt. Pushing your face into the crook of his neck you fell into the abyss, your muscles clenching around him. A surge of adrenaline flooded your system as you rode out your orgasm. As the haze lifted you once again gripped Keegans throat, applying more pressure to the sides of his neck this time. Tampering with his blood flow. He spluttered and writhed as he came, choking out a sob, his eyes now glassy and vision blurred. Arching his back his mouth fell open as he gasped for air, moaning and whimpering. Completely at your mercy.

‘Who do you belong to Keegan?’

‘You, Nox. You.’

Smiling with satisfaction you placed a kiss on his red swollen lips, before sliding him out of you. Hissing through your teeth at the sudden empty feeling. Looking down at Keegan you smirked, nothing more beautiful than a man completely at your mercy, begging.

Once you were re-dressed you ticked his drained and abused cock into his trousers once more. You’d chosen for him to kneel as it was a stress position, rendering his legs useless. Which is what you needed for the surprise you had in store for him. He knelt next to your chair, like a dog. You stroked his hair and whispered praises to him, working your hand down to trace the back of his neck with your nails. He was broken, shattered into a million pieces like a shattered mirror. Unable to be repaired fully.

Crossing your legs you let out a sigh, ‘Claude!’

The door swung open and in they marched, gagged and cuffed.

Merrick. Logan. Hesh.

They’d heard everything.

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CHARLES??????????????

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CHARLES LECLERC STUNT ON THESE HOES

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Angst queen, can we have something about the reader finding out their s/o (whichever COD character you feel fits this best) being either MIA or KIA? (Love your work btw!!)

Hello beautiful anon!!! Thank you for the request! This one hurt so much to write, but I love a good angst. I went with Captain John Price, because I miss that hunky man <3

Captain John Price X F!Reader

Warnings: Sadness! Mentions of MAJOR character death.

Remember This Love

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You had been waiting for the call.

It had been six months since you last had seen him – mutton chops and all.

In those six months, you felt on edge… As if time had been against you, and made the days seem longer…

Made the nights more difficult to sleep.

It was falling close to the seventh month, and you were on the verge of going insane.

There is too much silence within these four walls…

You dare not touch the bourbon; it’s his favorite – his drink of choice to wind down after missions.

Instead of a lingering scent of expensive cologne and cigars; you are met with lavender and your perfume.

Your home has started to feel empty; even though your walls are covered in memories and love.

Your home is starting to feel like a shell; even though you know he will come home to fill that void.

Because he always comes back to you.

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It’s a dreadful morning – the sky is blackened with thunderous clouds, as heavy rainfall fills the once peaceful fields.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

It’s a soft knock; but it brings you up from your book – the fire is lit, creating a golden hue of soft rays, that fill the room with misty warmth.

Not many people come to visit your home – you and John had wanted it that way. Your home had been built from the ground up; a surprise from the infamous Captain John Price as a wedding gift.

It wasn’t much, but it was your home…

You look at the clock, it’s barely nine in the morning.

John hadn’t reached out to you, that he was home… So, who could be at the door?

You open the door, and feel the bitter coldness rushing over you, as the rain beats down on the earth in heavy winds and rumbling thunder.

You feel frozen in place.

It was a sight, you would forever feel burned into your memory for the rest of your days.

They say love is blind, it’s raw and peaceful… Yet, it can take you by storm, and bring chaos and destruction.

That was never the case for you and John…

Yet, you both knew; a time may come when death greets you at the door.

You knew the risks of falling in love with the Captain, but he had become your shelter in the storm.

Your knight in shining armor.

You knew the risks.

But John was worth it.

Yet, you had heard the stories of death… It was unkind and unwavering, it takes a hold of your very soul, and breaks you down.

You stare into the eyes of your friend.

Kate Laswell.

You see figures hovering behind her, but they linger in a blurry mess.

“Kate…” Your voice doesn’t hide the surprise; it doesn’t cover the hitch in your throat as you step closer to your friend.

Kate Laswell is many things; she is strong and unmoving… She is headstrong and calculated.

But she was human beneath her façade.

John Price had been her friend.

You see the stillness in her eyes, as shimmering tears gloss over her tired eyes.

She opens her mouth; but feels her throat closing before the words can find purchase.

“No,” you shake your head; refusing to believe this visit had been a mark drenched in death and loss.

“Sweetheart,” Kate steps closer to you, hands out in front of her, as you catch a soft glisten of dull silver.

Dog Tags.

You stare into her hands; feeling the wave of emotions crash over you, as the subject of your new reality comes to light.

“He… H…” you fall into her arms as cries begin to wreck through your body.

Kate crashes with you; she holds you as if letting you go would mean you would fade too.

She whispers softly into your ear, as she begins cradling you back and forth, soothing your trembling body.

“I’m so sorry…”

“I’m so sorry…”

“I’m so sorry…”

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“Captain?”

You look up into the soft eyes of John Price, watching as he studies you.

John Price is a many of words.

He is commanding and steadfast. He never wavers from a battle.

But you had taken him by storm.

It’s only been the third date, and he already finds himself falling in love with everything about you.

Everything that reminds him of you.

“I love you,” his voice sounds small, as he feels his insides twisting.

Your smile reminds him of the sun on a fall morning; it’s bright and unyielding, and he craves to see you smile any chance he can get.

“As I love you.”

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To my beloved John,

Wait for me.

Yours Forever And Always.

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