#David Walker smut

[pearldog30]

Red lighting suits You.

I'M BACK BITCHS!!!!! Soo I know I've been gone for a while, I've honestly lost all creativity to write. but I'm forcing myself back! (no I have not lost the love for the fandom, I still love it dearly. I'm just too lazy.) and so you know what! as my own little birthday present to you guys y'all are getting a hesh sumt that was requested by the lovely @alexkellersleg

And also because there's nothing on him y'all are slacking on my boy

David Walker x f reader

18+

Other works 👉 Master list

Warnings| praising, fingering, kissing, sumt.

And there you were.... Laying in front of a mirror as dark red lights were illuminating everything around you. Opening your eyes once again, as you recover from your orgasm that had just left your body a few seconds ago. looking into the mirror in front of you your legs spread, soaking wet pussy on display right for hesh to stare into. as you laid against him trying to catch your own breath, you could feel the beating of his heart against your back, as if he just got done running a marathon but no... Ohhh if only that was the case! But it never was. He was propped up behind you, as you sat in his lap. his arms wrapped perfectly! Around your body. as he quietly whispered into your ear praising how good you look for him, "oh my girl.... My pretty girl" he moaned lightly into your ear, causing you to moan out from yet another praise.

You squeezed your eyes shut, your body beginning to shake in response feeling his hand meeting your puffy, wet clit again. You were only about to be on your fourth orgasm. but you were already so, so over stimulated. Feeling his massive, rough, hand slowly beginning to rub circles into your clit once again. causing you to try to move his hand away, but once again! you were too slow. taking his other arm and wrapping it around you completely, so you couldn't move. you were just forced to sit there and take it. "Come onnnn.... please give me another. I've missed you. oh so, so much." He begged. his hot breath hitting your ear, as he looked up into the mirror watching your body squirm, as you pathetically moaned, the dark red lights of the room hitting the curves of your body perfectly.

You couldn't denied the fact that you didn't miss him either. you did! you missed him like hell. But one thing you did not miss.... was how needy, and greedy he could be at times. And this... Well this was one of those times.

"baby... your sooo fuckin wet for me... Godddd....." He gruffly moaned again. lightly biting your neck, continuing to leave his love marks all over you. You tried to arch your back to get away from him just so you could have a small breathing break. but you couldn't, no matter how badly you wanted too... forcing to feel his throbbing, wet, bare cock against your inner thigh. him continuing to rub ever so lightly, slowly getting faster, just to edge you on and make you beg for it. And yet he has not touched himself once! you could feel his pre-cum dripping down his cock. making a mess on your left inner thigh.

"ba-be..... Pls... I- I can't" you cried out begging for him to give you a break. as you felt the fire sensation slowly creep back up again. "Please give me another one!" He moaned back again. as he took a break from your clit, slowly going down to finger you. stretching you open with just 2 fingers, causing you to moan deeply. him being away for so long he had to prep you in some way, or another. Because well... he loves you, and he wanted to make it easier for you to take all of him at once, from how impatient, and needy he can be. "Fu-ckkk" you cry out, feeling him quickly pull his fingers in and out of your cum soaked hole. Looking down you could feel, and see the veins popping out of his arm. from the quick work he was making.

Yes he may have been behind you, but that didn't stop him from somehow perfectly hitting your g-spot. And damn, did he make sure he hit it! And abuse it "MHMM... AHH" you moaned loudly. as you felt your orgasm coming on again, your head falling back, resting on his shoulders. "Ple-aseeee...." You said through heavy breath. as he unwrapped his arm from around you, to just forcefully grab your tit, and start playing with it. And when he did you felt his cock beginning to twitch against your leg more, practically hitting your worn out pussy. And that seemed to be the thing that push you closer to the edge, the feeling of his warm, hard, desperate cock for you, hitting you. was the thing you craved most. He continuing to finger you until you came undone on his fingers. "I- I'm clo-se.. baby....." You practically cry out. slowly arching your back, but this time without him forcing you against him.

"please.... Ple-ase c-cum fo.. for me... Fuck! " He moaned out through a Sob. just as you're about to cum. he forcefully squeeze your nipple between his fingers, biting down hard on your neck as well. causing you to scream from pain, and pleasure. as you try to jerk your hips upwards into his hand to ride out your orgasm. "FU...CKKKK IM I'M... CUMINNN" you screamed out, as you felt tears fall down your face. Completely being fucked out of your mind, you heard him sucking on his fingers. you turn to see that he was sucking your cum off of his fingers, even though the room was kind of dark you could see the light smiled he give you. "You know... You taste delicious babe" he said with a loud mouth pop of his fingers, before he gave you a goofy smile, Which just made your heart flutter.

"STOPPPP" you said with a blush, as you tried to cover your face with your hand. You tiredly beginning to rest against him, but when you did. you felt his entire stomach was soaked, making you confused. You slowly turn around to see that he had came as well, at this point your heart was melting at the fact that this man was so in love with you, just seeing you in pleasure was enough to make him cum. You saw there was a light blush to his cheeks at how embarrassed he was. But to you it was probably the most adorable sight. "Oh, oh my love..." You said with a smile, as you leaned up and lightly placed your hand on his chin, kissing his lips. tasting your own cum in his mouth, you could feel him moaning into the kiss.

"you know... Red lighting suits You" he says with a chuckle trying to be romantic, but it came out more corny. But you could honestly care less. From how adorable he looked. his messy hair, with a practically fucked out look on his face. (and you didn't even have to fuck him, that's how in love this man is with you.)

And that's going to be the end for this. I know it wasn't that long and I feel awful for it but I'm trying to get back into the groove of things. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did writing for it. because let's be honest! our hesh boy needs some love. As always I hope you all enjoyed this, and I hope you are having a good day/night wherever you are. Reblogs, comments always appreciated 🖤

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[k6tzie]

cod characters and their fav porn categories hcs

⭐ featuring: johnny 'soap' mactavish, vladimir makarov, phillip graves, simon 'ghost' riley, kyle 'gaz' garrick, john price, könig, krueger, valeria garza, keegan p. russ, david 'hesh' walker, logan walker, thomas a. merrick, alejandro vargas, rodolfo 'rudy' parra

soap: mmf threesome , 'goth chick squirting' ☠ ghost: bondage, strip tease, gagging price: spanking, cream pie. nothing else needs to be said gaz: literally anything with big tits :'(, solo male makarov: overstimulation, bondage, breath play

graves: femdom, uniforms, pussy licking könig: public, free use, solo female, pov krueger: solo female, anal, double penetration valeria: tattoed women, strap on, overstimulation keegan: milfs, gangbang, squirting hesh: cosplay, cream pie, romantic logan: feet, orgy, toys merrick: cuckold, cumshot, big tits alejandro: rough, overstimulation, spit rudy: massage, cream pie, lace

just a filler post, feel free to leave any suggestions lovelies

[codnasties]

Please do some sort of hesh if you do my soul and life is yours

i got you hesh anon, i haven't forgotten about you ♡ here's your little piece :)

hesh's personal fleshlight 🪖 (🌽 link)

hesh loves showing off by carrying you, using that military curated strength to throw you over his shoulder to take you to bed, where you start making out. slowly, the both of you started losing your clothes, continuously kissing and groping the other.

but that was not the only way he liked using his strength, because he also loves holding your whole weight on his arms, by looping them through your legs and letting his hands lay on your ass as he

imagine he shares a room with logan or sum like that and he goes out? yeah, the second he's out the door hesh is stripping you and eating you out while fingering you, getting you ready, because that's the moment he's going to be using his favourite pocket pussy aka you.

carring you while standing up slowly lowering your already soaking wet pussy onto his rock hard dick. moving you up and down his cock and making sure that he's reaching well into your cunt, specially when he's cumming inside.

he feels like it would need fewer explanations to be caught using your body as a flashlight than be caught with an actual flashlight.

[forsworned]

No One Noticed ft. Hesh Walker

Synopsis: Feeling lonely and disconnected, you find solace in an online gaming forum where you meet Hesh, a war veteran who secretly works as an elite member of the Ghosts task force. Despite Hesh's initial tough exterior, he's soft for you and bonds through shared gaming experiences, late-night texts, and calls. Eager to bring their digital connection into the real world, You're convinced by your newfound virtual love to fly to his city to explore a potential relationship. Will your connection flourish or go to shit?

Warnings: Canon Game Violence, Canon Violence, Sexual Content, Phone Sex, Sexting, PnV sex, Cunninglingus, Blowjob, 9.8k words

Author's note: This song makes me so emotional and who better to write this for than my love, Hesh

If you could change anything, it would be your soul-sucking day job. Typing away at transcripts behind your desk is tedious, mind-numbing, and downright exhausting. You glance at the clock—it finally reads 4:30PM. A sigh of relief escapes you as you save your work and close the tab. The hum of your old office lamp and the clatter of your keyboard are the only sounds breaking the monotony. Your eyes ache from the screen's glare, and the cold air in the office makes the warmth of your couch even more inviting.

Ping!

The chat pop-up lights up your dim screen, and you feel a sudden rush of serotonin.

MyDawgRiley99: Your day been as shitty as mine?

A soft laugh escapes you as you read his message. Since joining a gaming lobby with a group of military guys during a late-night Fortnite session, you've found yourself playing with them almost every time they invite you. You never really pried into their daily lives; you were just looking to unwind. And yet, some nights, one of them would linger after the others had logged off, not to play, but simply to talk and unwind.

And over time, you began to savor the sound of his voice, finding comfort in its deep, resonant tone. You bite your bottom lip before typing away at your keyboard:

CtrlFreak: Seems like we're both in the trenches today.

As you're about to close out the tab, his reply bubble immediately appears, and you feel your spirits lift.

MyDawgRiley99: Long day at the office?

You scoff, shaking your head. Maybe you’re sharing too much with someone you’ve only met online, but you think to yourself, If he's half as sexy as he sounds, it should be okay, right? Right??

CtrlFreak: Like you wouldn't believe. I'm two seconds away from losing it.

MyDawgRiley99: Well, let's try to fix that. Same time?

You glance at your stack of requests and exhale sharply. Falling behind on deadlines and getting chewed out by your boss isn't your idea of relaxation, but for one night, just one freakin' night...

CtrlFreak: I really shouldn't...

MyDawgRiley99: Just one match?

You snort softly. You know what that means. One match turns into five, with hours of talking in between while you sit in the lobby. Sometimes, others join, and it’s nothing but a constant roast session that leaves you craving more genuine human interaction. It’s a vicious cycle.

CtrlFreak: I'll think about it. MyDawgRiley99: Haha, I'll be waiting for ya.

You shut your laptop and press your forehead against the warm alloy. The constant burnout of your job leaves you unfocused, fatigued, and jittery from all the espresso shots you need just to stay awake.

But you decide to join anyway. He immediately joins your party the moment you load into the lobby.

"Almost thought you wouldn't hop on tonight." His voice comes through your headset, instantly relaxing you.

The corners of your lips curl into a smile. "What can I say? You've tempted me."

He chuckles, and it's flirty, light, fun, and easy. In this moment, you want nothing more than to relish the escapism that comes from the unknown soldier on the other side of your screen. Amidst your grueling workday, his voice is like a coolness that soothes your burning heart, pulling you from the depths of mundanity into a world where conversation flows as smoothly as his laughter.

You tap on your controller, trying to control the strange desire stirring within you. You have no idea what he looks like—or what any of them look like, really.

Truthfully, you never bothered to ask for names. You referred to each other by the first initial of your real names. His being 'H.'

"You wanna talk about it?" The sound of him munching on chips comes through the speaker, causing you both to laugh. "My bad."

"All good. Nah, I'm just burned out." You readjust yourself on your sofa and lean back against the cushion, closing your eyes as you savor the sound of his smooth tenor.

"I get that. Trust me."

You feel that smile returning. "Right, right."

"Well," he begins, playfully defensive at your casual dismissal. "I'm just sayin'—"

Your laughter echoes through the headset, and he sighs, the smile on his face growing at your teasing. "Always gettin’ me worked up."

"You fall for it every time." You retort. Your mirth fades, and it's quiet for a moment. You tap at your controller again, playing with the joystick as your heart begins to race. There's almost a need to ask him to reveal himself to you. After all those nights dreaming about him, you find yourself yearning to know what he looks like.

"So," he clears his throat, shaking you out of your mild daze. "um, I don't want you to feel like you have to, but..."

You sit up a bit, feeling your throat go dry at his sudden change in tone. You can literally feel the tension through the connection.

"Well, I'm just kind of curious about, you know," his voice holds hesitation, an eagerness to pry. It creates a charged silence between you. The playful teasing shifts into something more earnest, and you can almost hear the curiosity in his tone as he tries to find the right words.

"Uh huh," you playfully taunt. You can tell where this is going, and you can't help but feel exhilarated at the thought of finally knowing what he looks like.

He chuckles, and it sends a thrill up your spine. "Uhhhh," he awkwardly laughs again, and you join in. The smile on your lips stretches broadly across your face, making your cheeks sore.

"I mean, we've been talking on here for months, so I'm just curious about how you look, you know?" He sighs. "Aren't you?"

You giggle at the apprehensiveness in his voice. "Seems like it's been weighing on your mind."

"Something like that." He clears his throat. "Obviously, it can stay this way. No pressure."

You scratch your head, feeling trepidation seeping into your bones. It isn't a now-or-never moment. You could simply say no or maybe another time, but you feel this irresistible pull from him. You think that even if he isn't the most attractive guy, it's not the end of the world...

"Okay." You simply say.

"Really!?" He exclaims, and you laugh at his enthusiasm. It's endearing, really. It's the lack of a social life that's really doing it for you. You think that maybe if you started going on Hinge again, you wouldn't have this problem of getting emotionally attached to men in Fortnite lobbies. But all of that falls into the back of your mind as you return to the present.

You're a bit tentative, but the words naturally come out. "Sure, I'm curious too." You breathe out, fiddling with the wire of your headphones between your fingers. There are dents from the hours you’ve spent on your console, talking to him during the late hours of the night.

"Yeah?" The way he says it sends a thrill up your spine again. You just know this man is sexy. Dammit.

"Yeah." You reply, almost reluctantly, as you walk over to your desktop and pull up your Discord server. Your cursor hovers over the video chat button, but he pings himself in, and you reflexively close the tab.

"What the fuck?" He laughs, and you crumble at his reaction, hiding your face in your hands.

Your heart pounds as you feel warmth crawl into your cheeks. "I'm sorry!"

He's still laughing at your reaction. You can't tell if it's because he thinks it's funny how quickly you exited or if he finds you as endearing as you find him.

"Are you shy?" He asks, still chuckling. You swallow thickly, not wanting to answer immediately. It's been far too long since you've been in the dating scene, and you’ve forgotten the simple pleasure of face-to-face flirting, reading the micro-expressions of the person across from you. To you, it was like a game—analyzing the strain on their face when you talk about your interests instead of your kinks, the bounce of their thighs when you're not throwing back sexual banter, or the way you check to see if they bear their teeth at you when they smile. It was easier knowing he was just a voice, but now it seems like he's reeling you in for more, and you find yourself struggling to say no.

You didn't want to deal with the high highs and the low lows anymore. The boring simplicity of a quiet relationship is what you craved, but a military man? That's tumultuous, grueling even. You didn't want to go back to nights of crying yourself to sleep over a man who refused to take your calls or reply to your texts because of their emotional distance and lack of therapy. But you're craving attention, and he's so willing to give it to you.

You groan at his reaction. "Fine," you grumble as you open the chat again and nibble your lip, lingering over the tab that shows he's active.

"No pressure," he teases, a hint of mischief in his tone. It's daring, and you’re no coward. You click the tab, joining the video call, and your heart races as you wait for it to load, stripping off your headset.

And then there he is, swaying in his gaming chair, his face lighting up when you enter the call.

"Oh shit," he grins, and you cover your mouth to hide the joy in your expression because he's fucking hot. The grittiness of the webcam blurs his handsome features, but you can still make out the sharpness of his jawline, the intensity of his viridian eyes, and the darkness of his short-cropped hair. He strokes the stubble on his cheeks, not even bothering to hide his obvious attraction. He's brunette, rugged, and attractive enough to make you want to buy a lottery ticket because you can't believe your luck. "What's up, girl?”

You feel the color drain from your face at his tone, and you quickly wave in the most awkward fashion. He looks even more amused. You realize you're not used to being looked at this way by men, and your shyness catches him off guard. "What's the matter?"

You shake your head. "N-nothing," you stammer, fiddling with the wire again. The momentary distraction of your desk lamp is all that keeps you from looking at him directly.

"Come on, don't be shy now," he coos, smiling so widely that it almost makes you want to melt into your chair.

You stare at the small thumbnail of yourself on the screen, feeling somewhat more exposed than you're used to. After a few seconds, you finally allow yourself to look at him again.

"I don't know," you laugh. "I wasn't expecting you to look like that."

"Oh yeah?" He chuckles, and you catch a glimpse of his dimples. "What were you expecting, then?"

"An ogre," you joke.

He throws his head back, laughing. "Damn, you really had no faith in me." he jokes back, and you're both nervously giggling at your first video chat. It’s awkward in all the right ways. The tension between you increases, but it’s different now. The curtain of anonymity you both sought on this platform has been lifted.

You shake your head, still bashful from his handsomeness. It irritates you. One hot guy gives you attention, and you're falling to your knees.

"Not one bit." You tuck your lips into your mouth, and he leans his chin on his palm, admiring the details of your face. You're just not ready to admit your attraction yet. You’d rather let it linger in the air, maybe make him pine for your compliments.

There's another pause as the playful banter fades into a softer, more charged silence. The tension hangs in the air, neither of you quite sure what to say next. You chew your lip, still somewhat unsure of how you want this to go. But before you can overthink it, he speaks up again.

"So... maybe we could meet up sometime?" His voice is tentative, like he's not quite ready for your answer.

You blink, taken aback. "Oh, um," you bite your bottom lip, feeling the tension in your shoulders. "That sounds cool."

His smile widens, and there's something almost boyish in his excitement. "Yeah?"

You nod, giving him a shy smile. "Yeah."

"Alright then," he grins. "Let's see where this goes."

He sways in his chair again and grins. "So, did you wanna talk about it?"

And that’s the start of long conversations over the phone—your actual phone—after he asks for your number, and you coyly give it to him. More often than not, he's testing the limits of your humor with dark memes, sending you selfies and mirror pics in his uniform that you shamelessly drool over, and FaceTiming you during his night shifts to keep him company while you sprawl out on your bed.

In his downtime, he shamelessly fists at his dick at the mere thought of you. Those pretty lips on his leaking tip, licking up the precum that oozes out and coats the plushness of your flesh. He wonders how you taste, what makes you moan, because at this point it’s obvious you’re both really into each other. Neither of you wants to break the ice—you simply enjoy the flirting and the cutesy banter. He loves the way you giggle at his stupid jokes and how you seem to show a little more skin the more calls you have.

Like when you get up from your seat, and instead of wearing your usual sweats, you’re now sporting a pair of curve-hugging plaid shorts and a flimsy tank top with straps that are always slipping off your shoulders. And it’s painfully obvious when he flares his nose playfully at you and glances away. Maybe there’s a subtle gesture of him adjusting himself, and you throw your head back, not bothering to hide the delight in your laughter.

"You know what you're doing," he quips, drumming his fingers on his work table.

You lean back in your chair and fiddle with the squishy cactus stress toy, stretching out the arms and letting them go with a pop. "I have no idea what you’re talking about," you chime with a giggle.

His eyes fall on your braless figure, cleavage spilling out of the V-shaped collar, tracing the outline of your nipples that peak through the sheer fabric.

"Yes, you do," he insists, gripping the hem of his compression shorts as they strain against his throbbing dick.

There’s a glimmer of mischief in your eye. "And what's that?"

He doesn’t miss a beat. "Being a sexy little vixen." His eyes roam your body again, and you hide your burning face. God, his directness was always so sexy to you. He never bothered to hide the way he felt. Especially when he would heart every selfie you sent him, throwing praises your way like you were the only woman in the world.

"You're not foolin’ me," he presses on, grabbing his planner and clicking his pen as he begins to jot something down.

Your curiosity piques. "What are you doing?"

He chuckles. "Wouldn’t you like to know?" He provocatively glances up at you. "I’m writing down the dates that I’m off."

"For?"

"When I meet you."

Your eyes widen at his boldness, and a shy smile graces your lips. "Meet me?" Your heart picks up its rhythm, and you’re trying your hardest not to get too giddy about it.

He taps his metal pen against the paper, leans back in his chair, and licks his lips. "Is that a problem?"

You hadn’t expected him to be so forward about meeting you. Fuck, he looks so damn edible when he manspreads, looking nonchalant and relaxed. He can sense your yearning but also your hesitation.

He leans forward again, sincerity coming easy to him. "Look," he begins, wanting to comfort you, to assure you he won’t take advantage of you, but he knows it’s a privilege to be in your presence.

"I know you’ve probably heard this a million times: 'You won’t get hurt, you can trust me.' And I know it’s an absolute luxury to even exist alongside you."

That makes you blush. It’s so easy to tell that he was raised right.

"But this," he gestures between the two of you, "I want to know if it’s real. There’s only so much I can tell from behind a screen."

You understand what he means. The essence of a person—their aura, their charisma—is so much more tangible and real when you meet them in person. Seeing their quirks, their habits, feeling their energy. It’s different.

"I know you know what I mean."

You nod. "I do." You lick your lips, searching for the right response. There’s really no doubt in your mind that you want to meet him. I mean, for God's sake, he's mouthwatering. The way his abs peek out from under his loose shirt when he stretches, the playful way he flexes his taut biceps, his calloused hands hardened from war and long hours at the gym. He's just delectable all around.

But are you willing to take the leap?

Somehow, you're still asking yourself that as you peer out the window of the airplane. Your ticket is paid for—first class, with all the accommodations…it’s like a dream.

The landscape below is a patchwork of rebuilt cities and scarred land, signs of a world that has been through hell but is clawing its way back.You can’t help but wonder if this is a glimpse into the future you’re stepping into. A life beyond the screen, in a world where the remnants of war are slowly being overtaken by new growth, where hope is becoming tangible again.

The plane touches down smoothly on a newly restored runway, and as you step into the terminal, you’re greeted by the sight of soldiers, workers, and civilians mingling in a place that once might have been a warzone. Your heart races with anticipation, nervousness, and a hint of something deeper. This isn’t just about meeting him—it’s about stepping into a world that both of you are trying to find your place in.

He’s waiting for you just outside the baggage claim, leaning casually against a pillar. The grittiness of the webcam is replaced by the crisp reality of his presence. The sharpness of his jawline, the vividness of his eyes, and the way his uniform fits him perfectly—it all hits you at once. You realize that you weren’t fully prepared for how striking he’d be in person.

The moment stretches between you, just like it did during your video calls, but now there’s no screen to hide behind. His eyes roam over you, drinking in every detail as if he’s trying to memorize you all over again. And then, with a grin that sends a shiver down your spine, he steps forward.

“Hey,” he says, his voice lower and more resonant in person, sending a thrill through you.

“Hey,” you reply, trying to keep your cool, but the way your voice trembles gives you away.

His grin widens, and he reaches out, his hand brushing against yours. The touch is electric, sending sparks through your body. He notices the way you react and chuckles softly, not even trying to hide his satisfaction.

“You’re just as pretty as I imagined,” he says, his bluntness making your cheeks heat up.

“You’re not too bad yourself,” you manage to tease, though your heart is pounding in your chest.

He laughs, a sound that’s warm and genuine, and it eases some of the tension between you. He leans into you, enveloping you into a warm embrace and you easily return it as you snake your arms around his neck. The smell of his aftershave engulfs your senses and you relax into his touch. “Come on, let’s get out of here,” he says, withdrawing from you to grab your bag effortlessly as he leads you toward the exit.

Outside, the air is fresher than you expected, a sign that nature is beginning to reclaim the earth. The city around you is a mix of new constructions and old ruins. It’s almost nothing like the California you remember. He leads you to a sleek, black SUV and opens the passenger door for you.

As you settle into your seat, you glance at him as he climbs in, feeling a mix of emotions. This is the man you’ve spent hours talking to, flirting with, and getting to know through a screen. Now he’s here, real and tangible, and the chemistry between you is undeniable.

He catches you staring and smirks, reaching over to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. “You alright?” he asks, his voice soft but with an edge of excitement.

You nod, your heart racing with anticipation. “Yeah,” you nervously avert your gaze and nod. “Yeah, I think I am.”

Hesh nods, giving you a reassuring smile. “So, here’s the plan,” He hands you the aux cord. And you grin as you take it from him. “We’re gonna head back to the base,”

He sees you visibly stiffen. “But,” And you raise your brows waiting for him to continue. “We’re going back to my place after we check you in.”

You let out a sigh of relief and he laughs, as he watches you plug your phone in and shake your head. 

“Come on, you know that I live off base.” Hesh occasionally glances over at you, as if making sure you’re comfortable while you shuffle through your playlist. He seems to be the picture of calm, but you can sense the underlying tension that lingers between you two.

You say nothing and end up settling on a song you both love (mostly you).

You should stay real close to Jesus Keep that bottle at your hand, my man

He chuckles at your pick, and reaches over to hold your hand. A wave of comfort washes over you. “Go ahead. Tell me I’m Lana coded for the hundredth time.”

You giggle at him and sit up a bit. “You are!”

He shakes his head and lets the song play, humming along to the tune and you’re actively burning it into your mind. It’s something you want to remember every detail of. The way he squeezes your hand while the other is on his steering wheel, tapping his finger at the steering wheel. How thick his dark lashes are, how pretty his viridian hues are when they peek over at you to make sure you’re real and not a figment of his imagination.

As you approach the base, the outer level is a standard Marine military facility, with its usual array of buildings and vehicles. It’s not completely unknown to you. It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve been on a military base. Military personnel pinlines the large metal gate and one of the guards approaches the vehicle as Hesh fishes out his ID.

“Alright, here’s the deal,” Hesh says as you pull up to the guard. “I’ll have to check you in at the visitor’s center first. They don’t let civilians past this point without clearance.”

You nod, trying to hide your nerves as he pulls into a parking lot near the visitor’s center. He senses your apprehension and turns fully to you, gently grasping your hand. “Hey,” He reaches out to cup your chin, and your breath catches in your throat. His earthy green eyes are trained on you. “God, you’re so pretty.” His fingers gently trace your chin, and you fluster under his fixed gaze. “We’re gonna be outta here in no time, and we’ll spend the whole week together, m’kay?”

“Okay.” You squeeze his hand back, and he brings your wrist to his lips, placing a yearning kiss to your skin. It feels as if it were searing to the touch.

Hesh escorts you into the visitor center, a space designed for civilians to wait while military personnel handle their business. He gives you a reassuring smile before heading to the more secure parts of the base. You watch as he disappears into the maze of corridors, leaving you with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

After what feels like an eternity, Hesh returns, his face relaxed and his eyes bright. “All set,” he says, offering you his hand. “Let’s get out of here.”

You take his hand, and he leads you back to the SUV. The tension between you two is almost palpable, but it’s softened by the warmth of his touch and the promise of time together away from the base.

The scenery changes to one of a regular suburban neighborhood.  From the white picket fences to the restaurants that line the streets to the long lines of cypress and palm trees, you wouldn’t even know the difference. 

“Oh my God, there’s a Taco Bell!” You point out and Hesh laughs at the incredulousness in your tone. 

“Yeah, it’s like any other cookie cutter neighborhood.” He turns into a cul de sac, pulling into the driveway of the biggest home on the block. It’s a mediterranean style home, classic red roof tiles, a stucco exterior with metal work accents. There’s personal touches of greenery, succulents in various sized terracotta pots, a handful of olive trees and wildflowers that maze around the stone path. 

“This is cookie cutter!?” You exclaim, as he helps you out of the vehicle. “You have a sweet crib.”

He smirks at you, carrying your suitcase with one hand and your hand in the other. “Just wait til you see the inside.”

And somehow the interior is much more obnoxiously cozy and earthy. It’s truly a delight to be in a home where beachy tones of seafoam green, turquoise and cerulean are the main color scheme. It really makes you feel like you're on vacation. 

“...and if you’re really down, we can go to the beach…[name]?” He calls out to you and your wandering eyes land back on him. He grins at you, closing the space between you two. “You listenin’?”

“Not really,” You shamelessly admit. “Your place is lovely. Like something out of a magazine.”

He chuckles as he moves past you to climb up the winding staircase with your carry-on and suitcase. “Play your cards right, and this could be yours, too.”

You turn around ripping out of your stupor, “Huh?”

“Nothin’.” He softly snorts, and you follow him the stairs as he shows you to his room. He gives you the option of the guest bedroom or his. You notice little things around the home that paths the walls, small trinkets, memorabilia and photo frames of family members. It all looks different in person, even if he’s given you a house tour over FaceTime.

Peeking into his room, you notice how everything is neatly organized, band posters of Creed, Papa Roach and the like are hung up on his forest green walls. A diffuser runs on his nightstand and it smells like something between sandalwood and amber vanilla. He’s taken all the necessary precautions to make you feel homey.

“Your room.” You smile at him, and he’s more than eager to please. The conversation flows just as easy as it does in person, even as you tell him to turn around while you strip down to get into your bikini.

He promised you all the beach time you could get, and despite the minor jetlag that nags at your slightly foggy mind, you were in the mood to sunbathe. Bonus that you get to show off your summer bod and Hesh is more than willing to peel off his shirt for some much needed skin-to-skin. Even if he can just wrap his taut, tanned arm around your waist to claim you, he’s just happy to be in your company.  

“So, what about the others?” you cock a brow at him, as he flagrantly eyes your figure while you build a sandcastle.

He shakes his head and scoffs, viridian hues trailing down the exposed parts of your skin. “Others?”

You tuck your finger under his chin, signaling for him to look at you and not ogle your body. “Yeah, your other teammates that we play with?”

“Oh right…” He gets lost in your eyes and the way they softly crinkle when you smile, followed by the melodic sound of your laughter and he can’t help but to laugh with you. “They don’t need to know you’re here. Besides, they’re preoccupied.”

You tilt your head. “With?”

He pauses. There’s vacillation behind the earthiness of his eyes. A certain type of secrecy that goes beyond the typical confidentiality that comes with being in the military. “Just stuff.”

“Okay,” You shake your head, not wanting to interrogate him. In the past, he had mentioned that a lot of the things he does out in the field require the utmost discretion and you’re not one to scruple around and find out.

You’d done enough research and background checks to know that he was a military brat, a veteran, has a dog named Riley (whom he misses terribly, but had to go on an op with his brother, Logan), and is oddly passionate about sourdough starters. He’s always open to answering your questions that don’t revolve around his work, which again you’re not entitled to know but you couldn’t say you weren’t the least bit intrigued.

The rest of the day plays out like a dream. Not a single one of your vivid, maladaptive daydreams could touch this. From the way he carries you to the waters of the Pacific Ocean and you cling to him with sea salt in your hair to the way your first kiss sends a thrill of pure electricity up your spine as the sunsets. His lips are soft, plush and salty from the water, and his fingers and hands are as calloused and rough as you had imagined them.

And you literally can’t get enough of him. Especially when he just can’t seem to keep his hands off of you. Seriously, like you need a crowbar to pry them off because he’s attached to the hip. Of course, he lets you go when you need to rinse off the beach from your skin in his shower, but he can’t help but let his thoughts wander. Your wet, naked untouched body just standing under his enclosure he’s installed in the backyard like you’re waiting to be ravaged by him. 

Because dammit that’s what you want. To have him slip in, wrap his strong arms around your waist, pebbling your nipples between his fingertips as he kisses at your neck and bends you over--

“Oh, don’t mind me. I’m just gonna wait here for as long as you need.” He sarcastically remarks over the sound of the running water. You giggle at the playfulness in his tone.

“Oh, I’ll take all night, baby.” You scrub at your skin with the loofa he gave you, watching as the soap becomes sudsy white foam that covers your body. And he accidentally gets a glimpse through the cracks in the bamboo casting and--Lord have mercy on his soul. If it weren’t for the body wash he’d given you from earlier, you’d be all exposed to him.

“Don’t tempt me.” He mutters, sitting on the nearby bench just outside of the shower, fiddling with his drawstrings of his swimming trunks. It’s a failed attempt at trying to quell his dirty thoughts of you and keep his wandering eyes away from the little opening he can see you through.

You swallow thickly as you exfoliate your back, but your arms are sore from trying to get back into shape before meeting with him. It wouldn’t be the worst thing to propose…

“You wanna wash my back for me?”

There’s a pause. The weight of your words and the heavy silence is agonizing, leaving you in regret and pre-dejection. 

“You sure?” He says a bit too quietly, and you hear the sound of his feet shifting against the sandstone. 

You lick your lips and nod. “Yeah, I mean only if you want to…”

He chuckles, “don’t have to ask me twice.” And you hear the scuffling of his feet hitting the grit of the sandy covered stone floor. You hold your breath as he pads on the bamboo panels over to you, and you hear the distinct sharp inhale the moment he gets a full glimpse of you. You feel your shyness overcome you knowing you are now completely bare to him, but the sound of his wet swimming trunks being casted to the side makes you flinch. 

His warmth and his scent casts a shadow over your mind as he envelops you with his arms, taking the soapy loofa from your hands. You can feel his heart drumming against his chest as your shaky breaths mingle for a bit, but the bristles scrub at your upper and lower back preoccupy your mind. You can feel how he squeezes the soap down the swell of your ass and gets to work again.

“I said, my back.” You susurrate, half turning to him and he smirks. 

“My bad, should I stop?” He presses his lips against your shoulder and peeks up at you with dampened dark lashes. You shudder at his touch. It had been long, too long. His touch is making the pyre in your lower belly ignite and you can’t help but lean your weight against him, exposing your neck to him. “I need you to use your words, sweetheart…”

You whine at his pressing need for verbal confirmation. “No, don’t stop.” He hums against your skin and he gently exfoliates over the peaks of your breast, concentrating on how they pebble under his touch. He experimentally thumbs over the hardened bud, tweaking it between his fingers as he kisses the sweet spots on your neck. It’s a pleasurable feeling that leaves you tingly and throbbing. 

You can feel his hardening length pressing against your ass and you gently brush your fingers against it, and he reflexively bucks his hips. “Eager, are we?”

“I could say the same for you!” You chirp, and his laughter reverberates against your back. He gently takes your chin to face him, and he glances down at your flustered gaze before softly latching his lips to yours. His hands, however, do not stop moving. They’re roaming over the expanse of your breast, squeezing at your thighs as he continues to kiss and squeeze you. 

It’s fucking hot the way he can’t help but intermingle his moans with you, whispering your name as he finally slips his fingers between your thighs. And you glance up at him with a half-lidded gaze, lips parted and scrunched brows. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck…

He’s totally melting under your fervent gaze, and the sweet, sweet feeling of your velvety folds against the rough pads of his fingers. 

“Oh, fuck…David…” You gasp, lolling your eyes to the back of your skull. His dick isn’t even in you yet and yet, his fingers are doing more for you than any other man. It’s so easy for him to work both of his fingers into you as he uses his palm to rub at your clit.

“My God, you are so wet.” He croaks, thrusting his fingers into you, past your g-spot and to press against your cervix and you collapse against him when you feel your orgasm practically jump you. He feels you spasm against him, walls fluttering against his fingers and presses his lips against yours again, taking in every one of your little moans and gasps. 

And after you’ve caught your breath, there’s a flash of amusement that takes over his handsome features. “I didn’t think you’d cum so quickly.” He tenderly kisses your shoulder, and then your cheek and up to your hair. You feel your cheeks burn, silently cursing him for his agile fingers, but the humiliation is over in seconds when you turn your body to press flush against his. 

The kiss is electrifying, adrenaline shoots through you and you’re craving more and more of him. His lips part from yours for an instant and he tucks the dampened strand of hair behind your ear. 

“Not everything all at once, sweetheart.” He grins, and your jaw slightly drops at his taunting. He bites his lips at the disbelief in your expression. He wants to ensure that you know that he’s not in it for the quick fuck, that you’re more than that to him. That he’s more than happy to please you, but the sex part. He wants to wait a little. Make sure that you’re really comfortable and you’re not feeling like you’re being coerced into it. 

You sigh as you surf through the 1000s of channels he has on 70 inch plasma screen TV while he takes a long ass piss. Like seriously, this man drinks water by the gallon. But you’re content. You’re sitting on the end of his bed, clad in his Nike hoodie that sits oversized on your body and he’s quietly admiring you from the bathroom door way.  He’s wondering how he got so damn lucky. 

He silently treks over to where you’re perched over the bed, and squats in between your legs, snaking his strong arms against you. His eyes hold an earnest expression, “I can’t believe we met over a Fortnite lobby.”

And that causes you to giggle and rehash all the late night matches you’ve had together, how he’s listened to you pour your heart out to him about all of your troubles and even Venmo’d you a handful of times out of the kindness of his heart.

He watches how your eyes droop, and how any minute you’re about to knock out cold. And soon he’s ushering you under the covers, snug as a bug under his cotton-linen sheets. He joins you from behind, the scent of you is overwhelming and he nuzzles his nose into the crook of your neck. The floral, musky scent of your shampoo is interwoven into your hair paired with your soft snores, easily helping him drift into a deep sleep. 

And when you wake up in the morning it still doesn’t settle in. Not when you wake up to him sleepily rubbing his eyes and peering up at you with that damn grin of his, not when you’re beside him brushing your teeth over his sink and definitely not when you’re sitting across from him on the kitchen bar as he makes you breakfast with nothing but his grey sweats barely hanging off his hips.

It’s cute. The way you two feed each other pancakes and eggs, and how you share the equal feeling of bafflement when you’re facing each other, unable to undo the heap of twisted limbs. Despite his lack of interest in having you meet his teammates yesterday, he wants nothing more than to show you off. In fact, that’s all he does when he’s holding your hand out in the shopping area, buying you anything you happen to say is cute or that you try on that’s very much to his liking. 

He’s getting stopped by soldiers who are also meandering through the streets of San Diego and word gets around fast because soon the crew knew about your sudden appearance all over his Instagram story and the group chat is poppin'.

Logan: No way you flew her out here… Keegan: Kids’, got balls Merrick: I’ll have a word with you when we get back Kick: Wait…who is this again?

“I’m assuming they’re taking it well?” 

He hears your musing voice, and he tears away his gaze from his phone screen to look at you with a beguiled expression. He can’t help but be giddy, as he watches you pad over to him in nothing but his t-shirt, coffee in hand as you take your seat in his lap like it’s reserved just for you. And it feels so natural to have you in his arms like this. You fit so perfectly against him and he’s having to dent his skin with half crescents in an effort to ensure he’s not dreaming.

But reality strikes at you again when you realize that even though you are on vacation, you’re still getting email notifications of transcript requests nearing their deadlines. Your mood shifts and he peeks over at your phone screen, taking your hand in his as he brushes the hair from your face. 

“Is there anything that I can do to make you feel better?”

And that single question is enough to ignite the balmy feeling between your thighs. Your lips instantly find his as you straddle his lap on the love seat, and a small sound of surprise followed by pleasure emits from him, soon finding themselves latching to the side of his throat and he’s threading his fingers through your hair. 

You find yourself returning the favor, slipping your fingers under the waistband of his boxers as your tug at his hardened cock. Vulgarities skid past his mouth as he tries his damned best to fixate those pretty green eyes on you, but they right open when he sees you’ve settled between his thighs. Your plush lips against his aching, swollen tip. 

A groan leaves his lips as you do nothing but tease him with the tip of your tongue before taking him wholly into your mouth, but he doesn’t want to cum yet. He wants to have experienced you fully. So he’s lifting you off the carpet and laying you on the cushion, spreading you wide and dick throbs at your glistening pussy before immersing himself in it. And God, his tongue is as heavenly as his fingers are. He’s not shy at all when it comes to lapping you up like it’s his last meal, shaking you out so he can get even more of you. 

The sounds of his slurping are loud and lewd, humming against your clit right before he inserts his fingers into you and you’re quick to ride out your climax, grabbing at the short dark locks of his hair as you grind against his lips. He doesn’t even move off of you, the sensation of you writhing beneath him as you try to pry him off arouses him, but he obliges when you begin to whine. 

He lets go with a pop, your arousal drips down his chin and you welcome him back with a deep kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue as he pushes you further down onto the couch. You don’t want to stop, you crave him far too much in this instance to halt his actions. Especially when you’re realizing that he’s naked now, and you’re left in only his shirt. But his fingers are dancing over your stomach, reflexively dipping in at his touch until he gets to the peaks of your breasts. 

The fabric lifts off your body and he takes you in. “You’re seriously so stunning, [name].”

You like that he says your name. Not just some generic pet name like baby, or babe. It means something to you, to him. That you’re not just an object for his sexual gratification and you liked that.

You instantly fluster under his gaze, pupils blown leaving only the remnants of his sage green eyes. “Thank you.” You finally muster up the words after what feeling like forever. He rips his gaze from you and the thought finally comes to him. “Um,” He eyes flicker toward the staircase and then at you. “Upstairs.”

“Right.” 

--

You chew on your lip and the anticipation builds between you as he takes your hand and leads you upstairs, giggling as you scoot on his cool bed sheets, and you feel the warmth of his hard body against yours. He leans over to his nightstand and it feels like a millennia before he fishes out a condom. You peek over to look at the box and the receipt is still attached to it, brand new which explains why he was fiddling with the cardboard for so long.

“Just for me?” You chime and he pokes his tongue in his cheek, trying to hold back his grin while he tears open the foil with his teeth and rolls the latex over his hardened length. His forearms are on either side of your head.

“You think I’m just out here layin’ pipe? Of course I just bought them.” He bashfully scratches his neck and you can’t help but laugh at his sheepish grin. You lift your head and cup his stubbly cheeks to bring him into a fiery kiss and he quickly returns it, feeling his cocking enfolding at your entrance. 

You gasp at the way his length brushes against your weepy folds. “Please.” You murmur between kisses and he dithers for a second, searching your expression for any hint of uncertainty. But you’re all there, determined and in desperate need for his touch. 

“Are you sure?” He whispers, and you frantically nod. He chuckles at your insistence and he aligns himself with your sopping core, gently prodding into you until he bottom’s out and you’re both already gasping. The saccharine feeling of being filled up is unmatched, especially when the guy that’s in you is the one you’ve been dreaming about for months. 

And you don’t want him to go slow. No, that doesn’t feel like an option right now. Not after how long you feel like you’ve waited for this moment. Overwrought with desire, your fingers dig into the supple flesh of his ass and he lets out a broken whimper in the form of your name. And he seems to get the hint because he’s quickly ramming into you, your hips connect in a frenetic manner, but it’s so so so good. 

His viridian eyes are reaming at the sight of your dulcet features quickly melting into a lewd expression and milky moans that spill out from your lips. He kisses you haphazardly wanting nothing more but to make you cum and trust that you’re nearly there. He’s hitting all the right places and his lower abdomen is rubbing your puffy clit in just the right way. 

One hand on your hip and the other makes its way to wrap around your throat and, oh God, that look in his eyes and you’re totally done for. His name is clawing its way out from your throat as you feel the maddening rolls of passion drowning your soul with rapture, exposing your neck as you swell with a sigh and falter with a shudder that cascades up and down your body. Kiss after blissful kiss and Hesh feels every ripple in your body. It’s the catalyst of his peak, breaking under the pressure of your pulsating walls and convulsing body. 

It’s the warmth of your neck as his teeth latch onto the sensitive skin, your strangled cries, your labored breaths that make it feel like his orgasm was flaring red, white and blue. You watch in awe as all the dewy green in his eyes fall golden like little stars in the sunlight peeking through his blinds. You’re both panting, melting into each other, and laughter spills from your lips as you hold one another closely. And the adoration seeps out of his bones when he notices that he’s springing back to life and you’re quick to respond to his passion.

And you don’t even know how many hours it’s been. Between refueling breaks and trips to the bathroom, you literally can’t keep your hands off each other. You begin to lose count of all the positions he’s putting you in, but you know one thing for sure--it’s gonna hurt like a bitch in the morning.

Hesh can hardly shake you awake. You’re all wrapped up in his arms, sharing the same covers and he breathes you in as you nuzzle into his neck not wanting to move from your cozy position. He stares at the ceiling, counting the stars he’s placed in the form of all the constellations he knows. Holding you like this and feeling the warmth constantly spread through his chest when he takes a little peek at you. It’s driving him nuts. 

If he were being honest with you right now, he’d say that he’s done searching. That he’s found the one. But of course, he knows that you’re accustomed to the 1-2, hit-and-run, cum-and-go lowly standard of men who have fed you the same bullshit, so he reserves on that. 

Your eyes flutter open and a sleepy smile stretches across your cute features, and he brushes away the strays to gather as much of your visage that he can. 

“Sleep well?”

“I slept amazing.” You stretch your limbs like a cat down to the spread of your toes, but you feel the dull ache in your muscles and groan. “You must’ve put me in every position imaginable.”

A repentant smile plays on his lips as the warmth sidles into his cheeks. “You never complained.”

“Shut up.” You mimp, and he chuckles at the way you purse your lips and puff your cheeks at him. 

Hesh's heart tightens as he watches how your face contorts into one of sadness, the reality of your limited time together gnaws at the both of you. You wish that you could both freeze this moment—just you, him, and the quiet morning light filtering through the linen curtains. But time, as always, marches on, and soon enough, the outside world will come knocking and you’ll have to go back to your boring desk job and he’ll have to go back on his confidential ops.

"You know," he begins, his voice soft, "we've still got a few more days. How about we make the most of them?"

Your eyes meet his, and there's a flicker of understanding. You both know that this time together is precious, and neither of you wants to waste a single second. The romance between you two is budding rapidly and you want nothing more than to cling to him, getting lost in the small blip of time that you will forever cherish.

"I'm all in," you reply, your voice firm despite the lingering exhaustion from last night’s activities. "What do you have in mind?"

A mischievous grin spreads across his face as he pulls you closer, his hand resting on the small of your back. "How about a lazy day? We could just stay in my bed,” he caresses the exposed part of your tummy, leaving a wake of gooseberries, “order some take out,” he nips at your earlobe and you sigh at his touch. “and see where the day takes us."

You laugh softly, the sound like music to his ears and you clasp your arms around his neck. It’s odd. You both feel like at any given moment either one of you will vanish into thin air and you’ll wake up alone in your loft on the other side of the country. "I think that sounds perfect."

For a moment, you both fall silent, simply enjoying the comfort of being close. But the weight of the week ticking away lingers in the air, a reminder that this isn't your everyday life. It's a bubble, fragile and fleeting.

He leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Whatever happens after this week... we'll figure it out, okay?" His heart tugs at the brimming tears in your eyes. He knows you’re trying to withhold all your pent up feelings and he wants nothing more than to help you squash the negativity that holds more space in your brain than it should.

You nod, your hand finding his, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Yeah, we will." And you mean that.

With that, the two of you settle back into the warmth of the covers, letting the world outside wait a little longer. For now, it's just the two of you, and that's more than enough. 

And just as you two had expected, the week flies by like it’s nothing. Days, afternoons and evenings of lovemaking, dancing on the beach, and him expertly instructing you on how to make the perfect sourdough loaf. How you whisper to each other about your deepest, darkest secrets. And he finds himself opening up to you about how he’s always felt like his neglectful upbringing made him slightful resentful and hardened. Oh how the tears flow at the admission that follows. 

You learn that Hesh thinks he’s everything that his father is not, how his brother, Logan is the Golden Pony boy but he doesn’t blame him for it. How sometimes he wants to push away his little brother more than anything, but he’s all he got left. Your heart aches at the thought of him keeping all of these emotions pent up, so you listen to him and hold him tight; dewy eyed, tear stained and puffy. 

These were the types of memories you wanted to create with your dream partner. It’s whimsical, light yet heavy, but not uncomfortable. It’s like eating the most luscious dessert, but its weight holds pleasantly in your stomach. 

But it leads you back to where you had initially met. The airport.

The hustle and bustle is muted as the both of you sit next to each other, snugged up as he traces patterns onto your jeans in an attempt to calm you. He doesn’t want you to leave. In his mind he’s already thinking of all the time you’re going to spend in the future--and you? 

You’re already withdrawing. You’re thinking that there’s no way in hell that this will thrive. Living in two different parts of the country was not ideal for a budding relationship. For an online friendship, sure, but this easily became more than that.

“Hey,” He nudges you, and your eyes flicker up to meet him. He can sense how your energy has changed, and how you’re detaching from him and he hates it. “Stop that.” He makes you face him and your eyes are distant.

“Stop what?”

His stomach lurches. The doubt creeps back into your mind, and you feel yourself succumbing to the emptiness that you’ll endure when you get back. You’re trying to protect yourself from the inevitable heartbreak and pain of saying goodbye and he sees right through it. His eyes soften, but he’s determined to shake you out of your gloomy state.

“Stop thinking this won’t work,” he says firmly, continuing to draw the patterns into the fabric of your jeans. “I can see it written all over your face, and trust me, I get it. But we’ve got something here--something real, tangible.” His voice falters just slightly as he racks his brain to find the right words. “I’ve been thinking a lot about this…about us.”

The life in your eyes returns a bit more and he knows he has you hooked onto his words that causes your heart to skip a beat.

“This week…it’s been everything I’ve imagined and more.” He cringes slightly at the corniness of his words, and you can’t help but chuckle a little. He’s being so sincere, and you feel yourself choking up. “And I know we’ve just met, but I feel so comfortable with you.” He rolls his eyes a bit at his own words. “Like I’ve known you forever.” And you giggle again, nodding along with him.

He is right, of course. It really does feel like coming home, and you could get used to that feeling.

“I don’t want this to end, I don’t want to go back to talking behind a screen and twiddling our thumbs, wondering when our communication is going to dwindle.” Hesh says, facing you now. “Look, I know this might sound forward,” Your chest tightens at the earnesty in his expression and his words. “But I want to make this work. Like, really work. Like I want you to be here, with me.” He runs his fingers through his short cropped hair and he feels the blood rushing to his cheeks. “I want us to figure out a way to move you out here--whenever I’m stationed, wherever we need to be.”

You feel a surge of mixed emotions--fear, hope, relief? It’s enmeshing and turning in your stomach. It’s what you want to hear, but you’re terrified. 

“David, I…I don’t know…” You croak out, feeling the tears cascade down your cheeks, but he shakes his head and wipes them away. 

“You don’t have to decide right now, [name].” he reassures you, and you feel your throat tighten at how donnish he’s being. “I just want you to know I’m in this for the long haul. I’ve found the one,” He softly smiles. “And it’s you.”

And it’s like a freakin’ dam burst or something with the way you’re crying, but it’s tears of real relief. The idea of staying with him to build a life together, it’s not something you went as far as even imagining. Not until now.

“No bullshit, [name]. I’m not up for losing you.”

“I don’t want to lose you either,” you profess, but your voice trembles with the heavy weight of your feelings. “But the thought of leaving everything behind…it’s a lot to take in, y’know?”

He nods. “I know it is,” he murmurs, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. “And I’m not asking you to do anything rash. I just want you to think about it. To know that I’m ready to make this work.” He squeezes your hand. “Just say the word.”

You let out a shaky exhale, and nod. “Okay.” You laugh a bit as he dabs away at your tears again. “I’ll think about it.”

His face lights up with a brilliant smile as he kisses your wrist and then pulls you into a tight hug. The sound of the announcer calling your flight ripples through your little moment and reality sets in again. This time with hope. Hope that something real will flourish from this.

As you pull away and walk to the terminal together hand in hand, you pause to stand in front of him. He easily towers over you and you remember how he looked when he picked you up when you touched down. He cups your face and softly kisses your lips, letting go too soon to place a chaste kiss to your forehead.

“Text me when you land.” He caresses your cheek and you nod with a small smile on your face. Your heart aches when he pulls away, his pinky lingers for a second before he lets go, but it’s filled with something new.

His eyes linger on you as you become smaller, boarding the plane and you turn around once more to find that he’s still watching you. His expression is a mix of longing and resoluteness. You wave, and he returns it with eyes full of silent promise.

As you finally step into the plane, you can’t help but wonder if this is really just the beginning of your new life.

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Hiii, love Keegan. Can I request a Keegan hc? One where he’s over the top in love, completely adores and worships his wife and just spoils her rotten? I’m a firm believer this man would give constant princess treatment.

YESSS IVE BEEN WAITING FOR SMTG LIKE THIS‼️‼️

This man loves you to the fullest

He’s seen as a cold-hearted soldier, that can kill anybody in a heartbeat but behind closed door he’s the biggest softie for you

(Like In my previous hc) You met his team and they were worried something was wrong with him because of how he acted with you

He’s like putty for you

He does everything you want

Want him to wash the dishes, done! Take out the trash, it’s done. You want to cuddle with him, he’s already waiting for you!

He firmly believes that your an angel sent from heaven

He doesn’t think he deserves you, so you have to tell him why and how much you love him

He thinks you a goddess, too beautiful to belong on this earth, and he’s scared people will try to take you away from him.

It’s the complete opposite though, he’s a big guy with ice cold eyes, nobody would even dare to look at you the wrong way

you also get passenger princess treatment

sometimes when you two are on rode trips and you need to stretch you put your feet on the dashboard, he'll just stare at you for a second and then turn his attention back to the rode.

he opens the car door for you

he opens all doors for you

ties your shoes

he brings you roses, every. single. date.

(He likes to take you on dates)

so you have roses in almost every room of your house, room, kitchen, living room, everywhere

he cooks for you a lot, he's an amazing cooker so he likes to take the role as chef in the house

and don't even get me started with a wife that's pregnant😵‍💫

hes even sweeter

And he’s soooo overprotective

he takes care of you so well

he gets you everything your craving, even if its the middle of the night

he's very patient with you because he knows your a little more emotional then you usually are

he likes to rub your stomach

and he helps you put on lotion and shave

he'd do anything for you

(he also asked for leave for the first two weeks of your pregnancy)

(and when you were due)

his team also found out so they visited you with gifts

(Hesh and Logan were fighting about who would be the godfather)

it ended up being Merrick or Ajax

the team was so excited and they were so impatient because they wanted to visit you two in the hospital ☹️

He thinks your too good for this earth

And your the reason he’s in the military, so that you two can live together in peace

[bxyp]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 2023 | the path to the world of lust and debauchery.

𝔚𝔢𝔩𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔬𝔞𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔩𝔲𝔰𝔱𝔣𝔲𝔩 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔦𝔯𝔢𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔲𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰. 𝔇𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔣𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔟𝔬𝔞𝔱, 𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔴𝔦𝔰𝔢 𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔩 𝔥𝔦𝔪𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔟𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔧𝔲𝔡𝔤𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡. 𝔅𝔢 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔣𝔲𝔩 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔞𝔱𝔠𝔥 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔢 𝔫𝔢𝔵𝔱 𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔭.

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ᴅᴀʏ 𝟷. ᴏʀᴀʟ ғɪxᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪɢʜ sᴇx. ᴀʟᴇx ᴋᴇʟʟᴇʀ (ᴄᴏᴅ: ᴍᴡ)

ᴅᴀʏ 𝟸. sᴀᴅɪsᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ғᴀᴄᴇ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ/ᴅᴇᴇᴘᴛʜʀᴏᴀᴛ. ᴀʟᴇᴊᴀɴᴅʀᴏ ᴠᴀʀɢᴀs (ᴄᴏᴅ: ᴍᴡ ɪɪ)

ᴅᴀʏ 𝟹. ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜsʏ/ᴘᴏssᴇssɪᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ sᴄɪᴇɴᴄᴇ/ᴍᴇᴅғᴇᴛ. ᴀʟʙᴇʀᴛ ᴡᴇsᴋᴇʀ (ʀᴇsɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴇᴠɪʟ: ᴄᴠ)

ᴅᴀʏ 4. ʙʀᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ ᴋɪɴᴋ. ʟᴇᴏɴ s. ᴋᴇɴɴᴇᴅʏ (ʀᴇ: ɪɴғɪɴɪᴛᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇss)

ᴅᴀʏ 5. ᴀɢᴇ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴅʀᴜɴᴋ sᴇx. ᴊᴏʜɴ ᴘʀɪᴄᴇ (ᴄᴏᴅ: ᴍᴡ ɪɪ)

ᴅᴀʏ 6. ᴘʀᴏsᴛɪᴛᴜᴛᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ. ᴘʜɪʟʟɪᴘ ɢʀᴀᴠᴇs (ᴄᴏᴅ: ᴍᴡ ɪɪ)

ᴅᴀʏ 𝟽. ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ ᴄʜᴀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜɪᴍᴘᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴏʀ sᴏʙʙɪɴɢ. ᴋᴇᴇɢᴀɴ ᴘ. ʀᴜss (ᴄᴏᴅ: ɢʜᴏsᴛs)

ᴅᴀʏ 𝟾. sᴇx ʀᴏʙᴏᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴀᴍᴘᴇʀɪɴɢ. ʟᴇᴏɴ s. ᴋᴇɴɴᴇᴅʏ (ʀᴇsɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴇᴠɪʟ: ʀᴇ𝟺)

ᴅᴀʏ 𝟿. ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀs ᴀɴᴅ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙᴇɴᴇғɪᴛs. ᴄʜʀɪs ʀᴇᴅғɪᴇʟᴅ (ʀᴇsɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴇᴠɪʟ: ʀᴇ𝟷)

ᴅᴀʏ 𝟷𝟶. ᴄᴏsᴛᴜᴍᴇs/ᴄᴏsᴘʟᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴡᴏʀsʜɪᴘ (ᴛʜɪɢʜs). ᴊᴏʜɴɴʏ "sᴏᴀᴘ" ᴍᴀᴄᴛᴀᴠɪsʜ (ᴄᴏᴅ: ᴍᴡ ɪɪ)

ᴅᴀʏ 𝟷𝟷. ғɪʟᴍɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏʙsᴇssɪᴏɴ. ᴋʏʟᴇ "ɢᴀᴢ" ɢᴀʀʀɪᴄᴋ (ᴄᴏᴅ: ᴍᴡ ɪɪ)

ᴅᴀʏ 𝟷𝟸. ʙᴏɴᴅᴀɢᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡ/ʙᴀʟᴄᴏɴʏ sᴇx. ᴠᴀʟᴇʀɪᴀ ɢᴀʀᴢᴀ (ᴄᴏᴅ: ᴍᴡ ɪɪ)

ᴅᴀʏ 𝟷𝟹. ᴡᴇᴛ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs ᴏʀ ᴇʀᴏᴛɪᴄ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs ᴀɴᴅ sᴏᴍɴᴏᴘʜɪʟɪᴀ. ғᴀʀᴀʜ ᴋᴀʀɪᴍ (ᴄᴏᴅ: ᴍᴡ)

ᴅᴀʏ 𝟷𝟺. sɪᴢᴇ ᴋɪɴᴋ ᴀɴᴅ sᴛʜᴇɴᴏʟᴀɢɴɪᴀ (sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ/ᴍᴜsᴄʟᴇs). ᴋᴏ̈ɴɪɢ (ᴄᴏᴅ: ᴍᴡ ɪɪ)

ᴅᴀʏ 𝟷𝟻. ᴄʜᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴀʙᴜsᴇ. ʜᴜɴᴋ (ʀᴇsɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴇᴠɪʟ: ʀᴇ3)

ᴅᴀʏ 𝟷𝟼. ᴅᴀᴄʀʏᴘʜɪʟɪᴀ (ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ) ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴜᴍɪʟɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴀᴅᴀ ᴡᴏɴɢ (ʀᴇsɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴇᴠɪʟ: ʀᴇ𝟺)

ᴅᴀʏ 𝟷𝟽. ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀs ᴀɴᴅ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴅsᴍ. ᴋɪᴍ "ʜᴏʀᴀɴɢɪ" ʜᴏɴɢ-ᴊɪɴ (ᴄᴏᴅ: ᴍᴡ ɪɪ)

ᴅᴀʏ 𝟷𝟾. ғᴇᴀʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇs. ᴊɪʟʟ ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴇ (ʀᴇsɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴇᴠɪʟ: ʀᴇ3)

ᴅᴀʏ 𝟷𝟿. ʙʟᴏᴏᴅᴘʟᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴏᴛɢᴜɴɴɪɴɢ. ɴɪᴋᴛᴏ (ᴄᴏᴅ: ᴍᴡ ɪɪ)

ᴅᴀʏ 𝟸𝟶. ᴏᴠᴇʀsᴛɪᴍᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴡᴏʀsʜɪᴘ. ʟᴏɢᴀɴ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇʀ (ᴄᴏᴅ: ɢʜᴏsᴛs)

ᴅᴀʏ 𝟸𝟷. ʀᴏᴜɢʜ sᴇx ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍɪɴɢ ᴏʀ ᴏᴡɴᴇʀsʜɪᴘ. ᴀʟʙᴇʀᴛ ᴡᴇsᴋᴇʀ (ʀᴇsɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴇᴠɪʟ: ᴄᴠ)

ᴅᴀʏ 𝟸𝟸. sɪᴢᴇ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇɴᴛᴀᴄʟᴇs. ᴋᴏ̈ɴɪɢ (ᴄᴏᴅ: ᴍᴡ ɪɪ)

ᴅᴀʏ 𝟸𝟹. sᴇᴛᴘ-ᴄᴇsᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ғᴀᴄᴇ sɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ. ᴅᴀᴠɪᴅ "ʜᴇsʜ" ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇʀ (ᴄᴏᴅ: ɢʜᴏsᴛs)

ᴅᴀʏ 𝟸𝟺. sᴘᴀɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ/ᴀɴɢʀʏ sᴇx. ɴɪᴋᴛᴏ (ᴄᴏᴅ: ᴍᴡ ɪɪ)

ᴅᴀʏ 𝟸𝟻. ᴄᴏᴄᴋ ᴡᴀʀᴍɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ʙᴏᴛᴛᴏᴍ. ᴀᴅᴀ ᴡᴏɴɢ (ʀᴇsɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴇᴠɪʟ: ʀᴇ𝟺)

ᴅᴀʏ 𝟸𝟼. ɴᴏɴᴄᴏɴsᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀsᴋs/ᴀɴᴏɴʏᴍᴏᴜs. sɪᴍᴏɴ "ɢʜᴏsᴛ" ʀɪʟᴇʏ (ᴄᴏᴅ: ᴍᴡ ɪɪ)

ᴅᴀʏ 𝟸𝟽. ᴅɪsᴄɪᴘʟɪɴᴇ ᴏʀ ᴘᴜɴɪsʜᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ sᴇɴsᴏʀʏ ᴅᴇᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴊᴏʜɴ ᴘʀɪᴄᴇ (ᴄᴏᴅ: ᴍᴡ ɪɪ)

ᴅᴀʏ 𝟸𝟾. ᴘʀᴀɪsᴇ ᴋɪɴᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴍᴘɪᴇs. ᴄᴀʀʟᴏs ᴏʟɪᴠᴇɪʀᴀ (ʀᴇsɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴇᴠɪʟ: ʀᴇ3)

ᴅᴀʏ 𝟸𝟿. ᴏᴠᴇʀsᴛɪᴍᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ sɴᴏᴡʙᴀʟʟɪɴɢ. ɢᴀʀʏ "ʀᴏᴀᴄʜ" sᴀɴᴅᴇʀsᴏɴ (ᴄᴏᴅ: ᴍᴡ ɪɪ)

ᴅᴀʏ 𝟹𝟶. ᴄᴏᴄᴋ ʀɪɴɢs/sᴛʀᴀᴘs ᴀɴᴅ sɪssɪғɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ/ғᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ ғᴇᴍɪɴɪᴢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴠᴀʟᴇʀɪᴀ ɢᴀʀᴢᴀ (ᴄᴏᴅ: ᴍᴡ ɪɪ)

ᴅᴀʏ 𝟹𝟷. ᴛʜʀᴇᴇsᴏᴍᴇ/ᴍᴏʀᴇsᴏᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ/sᴇᴍɪ ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ sᴇx. ᴊᴏʜɴɴʏ "sᴏᴀᴘ" ᴍᴀᴄᴛᴀᴠɪsʜ (ᴄᴏᴅ: ᴍᴡ ɪɪ) & sɪᴍᴏɴ "ɢʜᴏsᴛ" ʀɪʟᴇʏ (ᴄᴏᴅ: ᴍᴡ ɪɪ)

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𝐼'𝓁𝓁 𝐵𝑒 𝐻𝑜𝓂𝑒, 𝑀𝒶𝓂𝒶.

David “Hesh” Walker x Fem!Reader [Reader is engaged with David]

cw -> slightest breeding kink, fluffy otherwise, some sad stuff to start

Word Count -> 1.4K

Ovulating for David, the manliest man <3

Home alone, 12 at night, and only the sounds of rain and cars were keeping you awake. How pitiful it must’ve looked to see a woman crying just because she’s lonely.

The burn in your heart and the ache in your head made you cry hard, what if David didn’t come home like he promised? You’d told him so many times over, “Don’t promise me things you’re not certain you can keep.”

Sniffing quietly in the empty room asides yourself, you find solace in wearing his shirt and resting on his side of the bed. Months have gone by without him, and you were worried another soldier would come to visit instead of David with a belonging of his like an arm or his helmet.

You’d spent hours crying, and eventually you’d fallen asleep from all the fears nagging and clawing at your already exhausted mind.

Everything dulled to silence and darkness once your mind shut off in exhaustion.

All while David and Riley tip-toed into the shared condo of yours to greet you as usual. Oblivious to the fact that you were sleeping, Riley sniffed his way to your bedroom door, rattled it open and bolted to your mattress only to jump and shower you in licks.

Upon the moist feeling and kicks being shoved to your body, you inevitably wake up and realize that it’s Riley who’s licking all your skincare off.

This has you wake up almost instantly, hands rubbing Riley’s back in greeting as you chuckled softly. 

“Stop bombarding me in kisses, Riley. I’m tired.. Where’s David?” You ask the pup drowsily, watching as he runs off to retrieve his owner.

You waited only a few minutes before the thudding of David’s work boots alerted you of his closeness. You were giddy.

And as soon as you could’ve thought it, he was shooing Riley to bed in front of your bedroom’s door as handsome as ever. Regardless of the dirt and grime collected on his clothes and skin.

Maybe it was the way his eyes fell on you, or maybe it was how he looked so handsome as he chucked his duffel bag to the side and took the softest steps forward to greet you.

There he was.

In all his great glory.

You didn’t hesitate to jump up from your seat on the bed and rush into his arms, your own holding his body so tightly you were sure his head would pop off like a champagne cork.

David’s muscular arms were clasped to your body as well, holding you just as tight as he almost shivered out a heavy breath. He was home, with you and his pup safely.

The urge to have you here and now after so many months away was clawing at him, he wanted to get you both bare bodied, to collide skin to skin and to make the love you both missed for so much time.

But David waited for you to escape the hug, smiling down at you when you finally did. 

His lips mashed against yours instantly, shoving you onto the bed behind you as his hands were quick to slide off your pajama pants and his own uniform’s pants.

“Missed you mama, missed you so much..” He murmured between kisses and breaths, pulling away only for a moment for you to take off your top and for him to take off his.

Soon, it was just how he liked it. Skin on skin collisions.

Your hands tangled in his chest hair, smiling at the cute brown curls before your hands came back to pull him in for a kiss again. More tongue action was added however.

Light moans were escaping you both, his fingers working your clit like you had all those nights he wasn’t with you. You were moaning just as you were when you thought of him.

You prepared yourself for his arrival to your entrance, moving to fix your position to grab a condom for him.

The urge to have you raw, put his baby into your fertile womb and grow a child together immediately took over, any sense of want for protection dissipate.

“Mama.. mama, I don’t want a condom. Please?” David asked so politely, hands shaking as they came to meet your waist.

You hesitated for a moment, really? He wanted to feel you raw for once? This new information gave you a small smile, putting the condom back in the bedside table’s droor before you nodded happily.

“Sure, baby. But if you get me pregnant, this damn baby’s yours.” You smiled, getting into the usual missionary position and teasingly wiggling your hips.

“That’s the point, mama. Wanna have a baby.” He smiled at your sweet hip wiggle, giving his cock a soft stroke before pressing up against your entrance.

The feeling of his tip just pressing in was congenial, almost heavenly before he fully thrusted his length deep into your achy core. Like a sword in a pedestal, he sheathed his weapon into your safety.

Moans reached new highs when the flat of his thumb came to massage at your clit, hands grasping his shoulders in an attempt to ground yourself. Walls clenching around him had him whining out too.

It was almost mind numbing how much pleasure you were receiving, even more than just physically. It was amazing knowing he was home and craving you as much as you did him.

Ecstasy was climbing up, lines of sweat building at your hairline as the room got warmer from all the movement. Regardless, the amount of pleasure being given to you was incredible.

“David- David, I’m gonna cum!” You cried out, legs moving to wrap around his hips as he smashed his mouth against yours.

Fingers moving to rub his overgrown military cut, you felt the cord in your stomach tightening and tightening. You were close, and you knew he could feel it. His lips pulled away for a second to capture your neck’s skin.

“Can feel it mama, you gonna bust?” He asked, smirking against your skin as he sped up a bit.

The gentlemanly part of him was forcing himself to hold on for you to release first, but he was close to letting go too.

“Come on, come on mama, I gotchu, you’re almost there.” His words were soft, hands finding anywhere to touch you to satisfy his urges.

His praising words had you almost edging, hands seizing his biceps as you held them tighter than your pussy could clench onto his cock.

Before you knew it, he placed one last kiss to your neck before you finished in totality just like he urged you to. Body tensing as release and pleasure swooped your body up to cloud nine, walls clenching sporadically before everything finally eased down.

Soon after, the warmth of David’s release filled you as well before he flopped on top of you to rest temporarily.

“...Wanna have a baby with me, mama?” He asked pleasantly, a soft chuckle escaping his lips as he gently pressed a kiss to your forehead in praise.

You couldn't help but smile as he said it, that pretty, toothy and happy grin coming across your lips had David’s heart doing spins.

“Yeah, I’d like a mini-us running around with Riley.” You smiled, gently scratching his scalp.

After your lovely reunion and the quick shower you two took to clean off the residue, you both were now in the comfort of your bed while David began explaining everything that he could tell you about on his mission.

“It was a bit nerve-wracking, that mission, I mean. Running from straight death itself and losing some good soldiers.. I mean, I see it often, but it doesn't get easier.” He vented very softly, moving to lay on his side and chuck an arm around you.

“But I’m home with my lovely fiancée, I think it was worth it. I just feel bad that my fellow deceased teammates’ families, friends and partners won’t ever see them again like how I come home and see you, yeah?”

The words were understandable, his concern was laudable, but his pain didn't stop there and you knew that.

To shut him up temporarily, you flipped onto your side as well and pressed the softest and sweetest kiss to his lips before rubbing the muscle of his neck.

“You’ve made it home, David. Reward yourself with some sleep, mh?” You smiled, hugging him close before whispering a “goodnight” and closing your eyes.

David looked at your peaceful expression and nodded, kissing the crown of your head before letting himself drift off too.

“G’night, mama.”

[konigsblog]

DEEP THROAT

hesh x gn!afab!reader ...

[WARNINGS]: deep throat, blowjob, male masturbation, faux sympathy, female anatomy, gender neutral titles.

[A/N]: so sorry this is late, it slipped my mind! :(

kinktober masterlist. (day 25)

Hesh loves to tease you. He adores a blowjob, especially when he's in control and has the ability to make you whimper and whine just from his tone.

He cooes at you, pushing your hair back. One large hand on your throat, squeezing it slightly to feel himself bulge out your throat. He slowly lowers you onto his length, his broad hips making small movements.

Hesh thrusts into your mouth slowly, a sloppy pace as he pushes you further down onto his veiny shaft. Your moans come out muffled due to his cock and you mewl out, your eyes watering as he hits the back of your throat. “Fuck, sweetheart...” His breath hitches in his throat, slowly easing down.

Your hands tied behind your back, you look up at him with glossy eyes, your lips swollen and wrapped around his girth. It doesn't take a lot longer before he's rutting into your mouth and pushing you down against his base, cursing under his breath and groaning out through the ecsasty rushing through him.

“Doin' so well, love.” his gloved palm on the top of your head, the other cupping your cheek. “Poor thing... Lookin' so exhausted, huh?” he cooes, a smirk evident on his face. He chuckles when you whine, watching you bob your head sloppily, practically swallowing his cock like the greedy thing you are. “My poor, poor thing. I can only think about your needy cunt.”

You whimper, your eyebrow downturned and your eyelids glistening. He tilts your head back and takes a step closer, gripping both sides of your head and fucking his cock down your throat. “Sweet one, don't whine...” He cooes at you. The faux sympathy gives you hope before he ruts down your throat cruelly, listening to the sounds of your gagging.

Hesh grumbles out, his balls against your chin, wet and sticky and coated in a thick layer of drool. You keep your mouth open, sucking on his cock while he fucks your throat, forcing his dick down your throat and keeping it there. With your hands bound, you have no choice but to cry and tremble, breathing through your nose and whimpering around his girth when he pinches your nose for a second.

“You want to suck my cock, huh? Mm', poor little baby... Can't imagine how uncomfortable you are, yeah?” that tone has you weak in the knees, soaking through your panties, attempting to nod your head. He throws his head back, broad hips smacking against your face, slow and steady before he increases his pace, shooting ropes of seed down your throat with a grunt.

Hesh's leaking head drools out thick seed, hot and sticky. Your eyes glisten and your lips become puffy, his cum dripping down your chin. Ruffling your hair and leaning down to kiss you. Cupping your jaw and sloppily making out with you while you whine and pant breathlessly.

[blingblong55]

Smooth- David 'Hesh' Walker NSFW

Based on a request:

Hello!! Do you think you could write some smut for Hesh, gn!reader, pretty please? <3 you have all artistic freedom

F!Reader, smut, MDNI, 18+, face sitting, unprotected!sex, oral!sex, rough!sex, after care, fluff?

A/N: I love it when I get artistic freedom :) and like last one, we are going straight to the smut part

Your moans muffled by the cock in your mouth, his tongue teasing the sensitive skin of your wet cunt. His hands keeping your down, slapping your ass once in a while so you would clench around his tongue. He loves the taste and feeling when you get sensitive. Your drool making his tip and cum become more messy. You were drunk on his cum, barely being able to create a coherent sentence.

His balls in your hands and you licked and gave them the special treatment he needed. Your skirt pass your hips, the image in the mirror anytime you looked at it was more than pleasing. "H-hesh!" you whimper, unable to take this much pleasure. Your ass littered with his handprint, all red and stinging at each contact his calloused hand gave.

Your thighs shaking but also warming his face. Once he had cum inside your mouth enough times, he slaps your ass once more and makes your get on your knees. Tongue sticking out waiting for him to stroke himself in front of you. He places a small clip on the cock ring and a then on your necks collar. To keep his dick warm as he answered some emails and read mission files.

Your couldn't take his cock out of your mouth, the proximity of the cock ring and your collar making it impossible. You gag and choke multiple time, his cum leaking from your mouth after you couldn't swallow fast enough. Anytime he would be close to cumming, he would slap your face and spit in his hand and then slap you again.

The aftercare was the best part though, after he had unclipped you from that position, his arms wrapped around you as he carried you to bed. A warm and damped cloth cleaning your body, you would whimper when he would get to sensitive areas of your soft and smooth skin. He would kiss the reddened parts of your body, "You did so good for me, R/N." His lips meeting your thighs then stomach.

He handed you a bottle of water, and covered you in the softest blanket you two owned. He kisses your cheeks and caresses them, "I love you, my beautiful girl." More kisses on your cheek and forehead. His embrace so warm and in now way had a trace of the man that made you scream his name minutes before. You snuggle into his hold, such tranquility that he brought you after a much needed time.

A/N: brings me joy to say I'm excited my dear anon asked for him

[coyote-cowboy-2628]

Welcome to my blog ig?

You can call me Cyrus, Coyote, or cowboy, it doesn’t matter to me. Please keep in mind that I am an ADULT but I do not search for anything weird on this app, any weird or sexual behavior towards me will get you blocked immediately.

Characters I will write for (or try to at least!)

Logan Walker

Keegan Russ

Simon Ghost Riley

David Hesh Walker

Captain John Price

John Soap Mactavish

Kyle Gaz Garrick

Alex Keller

Phillip Graves

König

Joel Miller

Thomas Merrick

Gabriel Rorke

Ajax

Tommy Miller

Dallas Winston

Ponyboy Curtis

Johnny Cade

Steve Randle

Sodapop Curtis

Darrel Curtis

Two-Bit Matthews

I will probably refrain from writing for anything that is not Call of Duty, The outsiders, or TLOU based!

I will NOT write female reader, Afab, or any female aligned stories.

I WILL write Trans!Masc, Male Reader, amab, and masculine readers. Gender-fluid included.

I don’t really care if any females want to interact, just don’t make a big deal about reading my (mostly gonna be smut) stories. It will be weird if I have a woman commenting on my male aligned posts.

Other than that..uh—Hi! My name is Cyrus, people call me Coyote. (Rather not reveal my actual age but I’m over 18!)

I’m a guy that goes by he/him pronouns

Please do not interact on my smut posts if you are under 18. In my non smut stories they are all 16+. You may follow me though, I don’t have a problem with that as long as you don’t do anything weird🫶

18+ plus people, LGBTQ community, trans people, are all welcomed with open arms, welcome to the cowboy family:) feel free to make requests and suggestions for any stories for posts in the future. I will try my best to stay active and respond to all the ones I do get.

Also, if you’re a regular anon—you may submit your legacy here by referring to yourself as emoji’s or phrases. Example: -❤️ anon- at the end of your ask/request!!

And remember, if you want me to try and write a fic based on a character I don’t already have in my list above, please share! I will try my damn best!!

That’s about it. Any suggestions on stories I will take!

[montcumbry-gaytor]

MY MASTERLIST ₊˚⊹♡

welcome to my masterlist! all fics written by yours truly will be saved and kept here for your reading pleasure.

and you may ask "but what if there's nothing here that I'm interested in?" well, when if/when my requests are open, read my request rules & details and send one in!

last updated ; friday, jun 21st, 2024

☾ = nsfw

☼ = suggestive

𔓘 = sfw

THE CROW. (1994)

FILE NAME : ERIC DRAVEN

bullet with butterfly wings index. ⭒ eric draven x male reader.

turn me on mr. deadman. ⭒ eric draven x vampire! male reader. ☾

if i was your vampire. ⭒ vampire! eric draven x male reader. ☾

wherever I may roam. ⭒ eric draven x male reader. ☾

CALL OF DUTY.

FILE NAME : DAVID "HESH" WALKER.

twenties. ⭒ david "hesh" walker x male reader. 𔓘

FILE NAME : SIMON "GHOST" RILEY.

mw2 men x male s/o with a big ass. ☼

FILE NAME : JOHN "SOAP" MACTAVISH.

mw2 men x male s/o with a big ass. ☼

FILE NAME : ALEJANDRO VARGAS.

mw2 men x male s/o with a big ass. ☼

FILE NAME : JONATHAN PRICE.

mw2 men x male s/o with a big ass. ☼

FILE NAME : KÖNIG.

mw2 men x male s/o with a big ass. ☼

FILE NAME : FRANK WOODS.

come out and play. ⭒ frank woods x bell! male reader. ☾

MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE.

FILE NAME : TONY "IRON MAN" STARK.

mcu men x male s/o with a big ass. ☼

avengers with a high IQ platonic son. 𔓘

FILE NAME : STEVE "CAPTAIN AMERICA" ROGERS.

mcu men x male s/o with a big ass. ☼

avengers with a high IQ platonic son. 𔓘

FILE NAME : THOR ODINSON.

mcu men x male s/o with a big ass. ☼

avengers with a high IQ platonic son. 𔓘

FILE NAME : LOKI LAUFEYSON.

mcu men x male s/o with a big ass. ☼

right side of the bed. ⭒ loki laufeyson x latino! male reader. ☾

FILE NAME : JAMES "BUCKY" BARNES.

mcu men x male s/o with a big ass. ☼

FILE NAME : DR. STEPHEN STRANGE.

mcu men x male s/o with a big ass. ☼

avengers with a high IQ platonic son. 𔓘

FILE NAME : BRUCE "THE HULK" BANNER.

avengers with a high IQ platonic son. 𔓘

FILE NAME : NATASHA "BLACK WIDOW" ROMANOFF

avengers with a high IQ platonic son. 𔓘

FILE NAME : PETER "SPIDERMAN" PARKER.

avengers with a high IQ platonic friend. 𔓘

OVERWATCH.

FILE NAME : JACK "SOLDIER 76" MORRISON.

the shower scene. ⭒ bottom! soldier 76 x male reader. ☾

everlong. ⭒ soldier 76 x male reader x reaper. ☾

FILE NAME : GABRIEL "REAPER" REYES.

everlong. ⭒ soldier 76 x male reader x reaper. ☾

goodbye agony. ⭒ reaper x male reader. ☾

FILE NAME : JAMISON "JUNKRAT" FAWKES.

karma police. ⭒ junkrat x trans!male reader x lucio. ☾

FILE NAME : LUCIO SANTOS.

karma police. ⭒ junkrat x trans!male reader x lucio. ☾

FILE NAME : HANZO SHIMADA.

eternally yours. ⭒ hanzo x male reader x cassidy. ☾

FILE NAME : COLE CASSIDY.

eternally yours. ⭒ hanzo x male reader x cassidy. ☾

FILE NAME : GENJI SHIMADA.

scar tissue. ⭒ genji x male reader. ☾

forget to remember. ⭒ bottom! genji x male reader. ☾

FILE NAME : NIRAN "LIFEWEAVER" PRUKSAMANEE.

lady liberty. ⭒ lifeweaver x male reader x baptiste. ☾

FILE NAME : JEAN-BAPTISTE AUGUSTIN.

lady liberty. ⭒ lifeweaver x male reader x baptiste. ☾

SKYRIM: THE ELDER SCROLLS.

FILE NAME : FARKAS.

say so. ⭒ farkas x male reader. ☾

FILE NAME : VILKAS.

dark red. ⭒ vilkas x male reader. ☾

A/N : as said, feel free to drop a request if/when they're open! add to this list and let it GROW LET IT GRO-

[forsworned]

Holy shit hesh content instant follow. ~ local pocket dragon is frothing at the mouth.

AND GUESS WHAT ??? MORE MF HESH BABES TYSMMMMM <3 I APPRECIATE YOUR SUPPORT I AM CURRENTLY FROTHING AT THE MOUTH FOR HIM

PASSENGER SEAT LOVERS ft. HUSBAND!HESH

𓈒༑•̩̩͙ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: 𝗁𝗎𝗌𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽!𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗁 𝗑 𝗐𝗂𝖿𝖾!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂𝖾, 𝗉𝗇𝗏, 𝗎𝗇𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗑, 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿𝗒, 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍, 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗈𝗈𝗈𝗈𝗈𝗈𝗈𝗈𝗈𝗈𝗈𝗈𝗈𝗈𝗈𝗈𝗈𝗏𝖾, 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗈𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝖻𝗁

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Even after three years of marriage, you were still a flustered, stammering mess around him. Whether he bent down to tie your shoes or brushed your hair away while you cooked, lifting your chin to gaze into your eyes with his gentle, viridian hues before giving you a delicate kiss. You just couldn't help but melt into a puddle when he was around.

It seemed to hit him when you two were readying yourselves for your monthly trip to Costco (literally Hesh's second home). He had all the reusable bags packed in the trunk, and he always happily jogged around to open your door for you. You giggled at his enthusiasm as you climbed in, and he reached over to buckle you in. The warmth of his body, his grey henley clinging deliciously to his torso, sleeves rolled up as his cologne wafted into your senses. Cedarwood and Hinoki enveloped you, sending you into a daze.

The warm sunlight painted him golden, and for a second, it felt like constellations were gathering around him in a clinquant fashion. He tilted his head as he gazed down at your dulcet features so lovingly, but the curve of his lips was certainly impish.

"You gettin' all flustered again?" he inquired, obviously knowing the response. He had always known the effect he had on you and he was no stranger to the influence you had over him. This man would blithely get on his knees for you at any given moment. But right now, he was having fun toying with you, seeing how far he could go with provoking you.

You blinked back, doe-eyed, and he observed the way you thickly swallowed. "Again?" you croaked out, causing him to swipe his tongue over his lips and latch his teeth into the rosy flesh to stifle his laughter.

"I see the way you're lookin' at me, missy." He began to close the gap between you two, your heart faltering against your chest as warmth rushed to your cheeks. Your hand reflexively went to the handle to maneuver yourself backward, and he clambered on top of you in a fit of giggles.

Your heated cheeks and quivering, jutted-out lip only made you appear more adorable to him. "I'm not looking at you in any kind of way!" you retorted, but he was already adjusting himself on top of you, kissing your cheeks and jaw, immediately succumbing to his hot touch.

"We're gonna be late," you breathed out, carding your fingers through his grown-out buzz, indulging him in a soothing cafuné. He hummed against the skin of your neck, and you felt the wetness pooling at your core. The passenger door was still open in your driveway, encapsulated by the woods that came with the ranch you two drafted a deed to when you fixed your signatures together on that sanctimonious sheet of paper as your moans filled the air.

He chuckled against your sternum now, buttons to your blouse already coming undone. "Late to Costco?"

You glanced over at your watch; it was still noon, but it was impossible to know how long Hesh could keep you. His stamina was unmatched, and his hunger could sometimes be difficult to satiate when he was in the mood, which right now looked like he wouldn't be done with you for the next hour and a half if even that. His question quickly burrowed itself into the backlog of your mind as his lips latched onto your hardened nipple and you rocked your hips at him. He returned the motion as he groaned against the delicateness of your bud, circling the other with the pad of his thumb.

Emboldened by his actions, you reached to unbuckle his leather belt, but he grasped your sneaky little fingers. "Gettin' brave now?" his breath briskly fanning at your ear. You whined at him. "Use your words, sweetheart."

"Fuck me, David, please," it came out as a dreamy plea, and his heart impelled the rigidity of his cock under his jeans. The thing about Hesh is, you only ever have to ask once. Your skirt was already hiking up around your waist as you both fiddled with the button of his jeans, and he barely shrugged off the denim to free his strained dick that slapped his abdomen. It was dripping with opulent, ivory pre-cum, but Hesh wasn't even thinking about that. He wasted no time, slipping his fingers past your waistband to collect the arousal that was saturating your panties and velvety folds. 

Your lips both parting, ragged breaths leaving your throats. "Jesus, doll, you're all worked for me." He groaned, laboring at your swollen clit and gathering the wetness at your puffy cunt before wedging them past your opening. You let out a soft whimper as he curled his taut fingers into you, memorizing every ridge and crevice into you knowing exactly where your g-spot was. It took him no time. Years of familiarizing himself with your body, what you liked, disliked, and what really made you scream out in pure rapture. Hesh knew it at all.

"Davi--I want you--" You whimpered, seizing his fingers between the fluttering walls of your soaking pussy as you reached out to his cock that was standing tall and creaming at the tip. 

He caught your lips between his, knitting his digits into your hair in a feverish kiss. His tongue gently entwined your own and you felt like he was devouring you. Sucking and nibbling at your lips as he began to align himself with your dripping cunt. "Need you." You huffed out, bucking your hips toward him.

"I know, sweetheart." His Adam's apple bobbed up and down in anticipation as he stroked his member and you felt the needy achiness building up between your sodden thighs. He tauntingly pushed his tip at your entrance, allowing you to soak around it and observe the way your lacquered lips parted once more. Brows scrunching together as you whimpered, nails digging into his ass cheeks to fill you up and he chuckled, jolting a bit at your urgency. 

His hankering, earthy hues never left yours as he buried himself into you to the hilt. Broken, erotic whines stumbled out of the both of you, and Hesh lost it.

A cacophony of slurred unadulterated, half-said profanities and pet names came out in desperate gasps as he began to pound into, angling himself on the passenger seat so he was striking your sweet spot. "Shhhhit, baby." He lolled his head over his shoulder, drinking in the way you were taking him so well. Your mixed arousal, permeated the fabric of the seat beneath you as he eagerly transfixed into your throbbing, warm walls. You were so snug around him, clinging to his cock as he slammed into your pussy and voraciously kissed you, tongue swirling into your mouth as he sucked on your own, leaving you lightheaded and ready to blow. 

"David!" You barely managed to sob out, but your husband was ravenous for you. He was guzzling you down, supping up every lewd noise that came out of your mouth and doused, squelching cunt. The grin that spread on his perfect lips, as his mouth hung open made you squeeze around him and another vulgarity tumbled out of the soldier. 

"Oh, fuck, [name]. You're so sexy." He moaned out, wrapping his burly hand around your throat as he began to tease at your repleted clit. That garnered him a well-earned plaint and the gratifying return of your gyrating hips. He fucking loved it when your body corresponded to his in the form of your fucking him back. The neediness in your grinding was prompting his dick to twitch inside of you, the oncoming orgasm bubbling in his lower belly.

But, Hesh was a gentleman. He'd never cum before you and the times when he did, it was encouraged by you. Disciplined, level-headed, and calculated. He took pride in his work and fucking you just the way you loved, it was his ultimate objective. So when he saw the way you were pining for your orgasm, fingers seeking purchase in his perspiring locks while drool accumulating in the corners of your mouth he knew you were enjoying it. But it was the elongated wanton moans, the hold your rhythmic, juicy cunt had on him as he assaulted your g-spot while your jaw slackened that revealed that to him. 

Those pretty eyes of yours drifting to the back of your skull as you reach your seventh heaven on earth with him were certainly welcoming his climax. But he swiftly reeled himself back in, because the pleasure and gratification never came from his own splooging, it came from you. You were his everything, and he'd die on that hill.

"Gonna cum...!" You mewled out, as your moans dragged out and your back arched under the palm of his hand and soon you're reaching your peak. Warmth in your belly, pocket seeds of ecstasy bursted in your belly and every nerve in your body felt electrifying as Hesh, rode through your orgasm. His own soon followed after you, feeling it reverberate through the contracting of your walls and he soon overflowed your succulent pussy, spilling over your pulsating folds. The dewiness of your enwebbed cum, bordered around his twitching member and between your plush thighs. 

There was a brief silence as chests heaved, cheeks flushed and dilated pupils fixated on one another before you both erupted into a bustle of laughter. And suddenly the nervousness crept up again as Hesh perched your hair behind your ear and adoringly caressed your cheek. Your quivering eyes were bewitched by your husband as he hovered over you, exertion written over his skin in the form of perspiration that glimmered in the halcyon of the afternoon sun. 

But fuck, if only you could see yourself the way you saw him. A zephyr swept through the air, sending wisps of your hair over your captivating visage and he was anchored by your beauty. His damp forehead leaned against yours and he can't stop looking at you. 

"You are so goddamn beautiful, [name]." He sursurrated, adulation laced into his tone as he felt his heart swelling with adoration toward you. 

A coy smile drifted onto your lips. "So are you." You murmured, cupping his stubbly cheek in your hand and his grin spread to his ears, his cheeks burned a fiery crimson before he felt a nervous chuckle rise to the surface. 

"Oh yeah?" He kissed your wrist and then peered at you. Now it was your turn to be aflush and the mirth returned into the atmosphere. 

"Yeah." You giggled, and he leaned down once more to seize your lips with his own in an affectionate kiss, solidifying the devotion he had for you. The redemancy that afflicted your hearts had to be one of the biggest mysteries of this world to him. He counted his lucky stars every day to have ended up with a woman like you. 

He withdrew from you and a silly grin was painted on his handsome features. "So, Costco?"

[writingwarden]

Once I get these last requests posted, I think I'm going to mess around with NSFW

Feel free to send in some Call if Duty requests!

[lizzy019]

Why did you only start posting now? Your writing is so good!

Can we have a David Walker smut? Just like- really sweet but still some dirty themes?

Can reader also be plus sized? Thanks so much, I encourage your writing!

Ooo, a Call of Duty character! DAVID?!

Hell yes.

David is the manliest man, man. I could write a whole 200 page essay about him PASSIONATELY!

Ofc ofc, it'll be out hopefully later today, thanks anon!

Edit: it may come late because I'm a bit booked with requests (omg I feel so fancy for actually not having enough time) but I WILL make time to continue writing.

[hislittleraincloud]

Chapter 7: More Than One String to Her Woe, Part Two (Explicit)

ADDITIONAL TAGS: Urophilia, scatophilia, vomit.

I did it...I did it before the new year 🥹

If the header looks dark it's kind of meant to. The scene is dark. (Formerly Scene 12, it's 'Scene 13' with the addition of Bianca's scene.)

Now shut up while I work on 8.

[2kiran]

same anon here, but id love to have a one-shot of hesh/keegan/reader :0

゛ KEEGAN & HESH ⸝⸝ “uh oh, hesh's been caught.”

part II of all I need & drb | NSFW 18+

★﹐caution.﹑ sub top hesh, switch bottom keegan, top male reader, threesome, sex against a window, praise + degradation kink, name calling (baby, slut, bitch, sweetheart), marking, nipple play, unprotected sex, orgasm delay, fingering, dacryphilia, overstim., modified 30/08/24◞

Hesh’s tongue ran across the width of the bottom row of his teeth. It was a knock to the door of reality, reminding him that the scene collapsing before—or rather, above—him was very much real.

He realizes in this paused moment, he was fucked.

Metaphorically and literally.

His feet drill into the ground, his throat dehydrated. His vision had betrayed him, a traitor to himself. He could’ve looked away, he could’ve walked, he could’ve forget. But he didn’t. Incapable, he was.

Your hand melted into the shape of Keegan’s neck, keeping his body close. Your hips met his ass, cock stretching out his insides as an audience gazed upon the scene. He was the only person foolish enough to have glanced up, directly landing on the window. Keegan’s heavy panting fogged the glass before his flushed face reappears clearly.

Keegan leaned back, his body familiar with yours. It could be viewed as instinct; with the uncountable times he has met with your unescapable hold. Your cock kissed at his walls, bringing him to a high he wouldn’t forget no matter how hard the attempt.

Hesh was there to watch, silently. Unknowingly, somewhere in between the seconds of being the viewer, his length stirred with interest. The texture of his underwear was becoming coarse, begging to be freed from its confines.

He felt ashamed.

Yet he couldn't bring himself to dwell on the emotion, because his feet took him to the building. His mouth has a mind of its own, forming an excuse on the spot when asked. His legs walked a steady pace, similar to your demanding hips that smacked against the back of Keegan’s.

Hesh’s face burned with embarrassment. Even the cool breeze couldn’t lessen the flames on his cheeks, as his hand clenched into a fist just mere moments away from knocking on your apartment door. It was wrong. Terribly wrong. He didn’t mean for it to land, thankfully soft but you and Keegan still heard it.

Shit.

The breath in his lungs was knocked out. You had a towel wrapped around your waist, seemingly fresh out of a shower. Anyone who paid attention more could tell that it was not the case, the scent of sex prominent to his nostrils.

“David?”

Fuck, he always loved the sound of your voice.

“Uh, hey.” what the hell was he doing? this wasn't him.

He cleared his throat. “I’m sorry,” he breathed out, huskily, “I didn’t mean to s–stare." Quit looking at him like that. He felt as if your eyes were piercing his soul, words tumbling recklessly.

Your chuckle sent a shiver down his spine, your hand bunching up his shirt as you pulled him in for a kiss. “Mmph!” Immediately, he shut the door with his hand while you lead him into the room. You could feel the obnoxious warmth of his face, your palms easing his nervousness.

His tongue shyly slid against yours, the two muscles connecting with each other. He whimpered, helplessly following after you and your lips.

Keegan spoke, a hint of teasing within his tone, “Aww, look who finally came.” He didn’t seem like he was doing any better than Hesh, his hair disheveled and torso marked with hickeys and sweat. A strange emotion bubbled up in his chest.

Was it... jealousy? Anger? Possessiveness? Want?

“You have a lot on your mind.”

The mattress was soft, perfect to be dreamt on. “Y’know, I always thought highly of you,” you mutter, lips pressed against his to prevent him from speaking, “but now?” Breaking away, you gasp for breath, "you’re just a pervert who doesn’t know when to look away. You don’t even know how to hide."

"I–I don't know what you’re talking about." He stammered, the other man chuckling behind you.

“Don’t lie to us,” Keegan chirped, his hand gently taking hold of your hair for his lips to meet yours. His eyes didn’t shut, maintaining contact with Hesh’s.

Hesh squirmed in his place, nervous. This sight was foreign, unraveling like a crumbled paper. He was beginning to overthink, prepared to take his leave despite his eager cock that was straining against his pants. A thin trail of saliva hung onto the tip of your tongues, one that Hesh wished to break.

“Hesh, baby,” you call, panting.

“Y–yeah?” His voice was small, cowering. Keegan crawled on the bed towards Hesh, his hand curling around his thick thigh. Keegan leaned closer, whispering, “You sure you want this?”

He nodded in response, yet it wasn’t enough for the other Ghost. “I need words, baby.” Hesh whined, as Keegan’s hand palmed his clothed dick, pressing down against it gently, “I want this. Please."

Tight.

Warm.

And so fucking tight.

Hesh’s hands wrapped around Keegan’s hips, his grip bruising. Inch by inch, Keegan sinked down on Hesh’s sensitive cock. He clenched around the man, calming his breathing in an attempt to relax. Why did he have to be so big?

His confident demeanor weakened at the edges, biting down on his lip to muffle his whimpers. “Can’t take it?” You tease, brushing away a loose strand of hair from his eyes. He shook his head, his brows furrowing in concentration. “Does he seem any better?” Keegan tilted his head, gesturing the man beneath him.

You cast a glance towards Hesh. He appeared as drunk; drunk off the pleasure that he was receiving. Both of you barely even began.

“Ple—please, slower.” Hesh groaned, twitching inside of the other man.

Keegan scoffed, experimentally rolling his hips. He can’t deny it, though. He found Hesh’s submissiveness attractive. His head spun when your teeth nipped at his skin, your gentle hands carefully guiding him over the other man’s cock. “Fuckin’ slut,” you flick your tongue against his nipple, “letting anyone fuck you.” He shook his head at that, pouting.

“What’s this then, huh?” Hesh answered for him with a low whine. “Take it easy on him.” You remind, pinching his other nipple. “F–fuck—aah!” He inhaled sharply, Hesh’s cock being completely situated inside of him at last. “Cum—m’gonna cum!” Hesh warns, his eyes rolling back.

Keegan lifts himself up, dropping back down until he was able to search a pace he could maintain. “I can’t—I can’t take it anymore. Please, please, wanna cum. I need it.” Pleading, Hesh was. It was nearly incoherent, syllables no more than babbles of lust.

Hastily, Keegan quickened his movements. Hole sucking him back in, urging for Hesh to let go. It didn’t allow him to last any longer.

Ropes after ropes splattered against his walls, painting his hole white. You press down on Keegan’s tip, earning a groan. “Mmng—shit, why–gah, m’already close.” His eyes were similar to a puppy’s, his lips in a pout.

“Look at him.”

Hesh lets out a soft ‘hm?’.

You grab Keegan’s jaw, forcing him to look back at the man beneath in the eye.

“Do you think he deserves to cum?”

That caught him off guard. He nods, rather a little hesitant. It was barely noticeable, before a meek ‘yes’ follows.

Keegan whines when your hand leaves his dick, but he regrets his reaction as you prod at his stuffed hole. “Wh–what are you doing?” He internally panics, the digit slipping in with no restraint. “Hngh?!”

“Such a greedy little bitch, aren’t you?” Your finger brushes against Hesh’s twitching length. “taking us so well.”

The two of them were dizzy off euphoria while you appeared so unbothered. It made them helpless. “Too—too much, (name), it’s too—” you interrupt Hesh, “Shh, sweetheart.”

A sniffle.

“Fuck, are you crying?”

Keegan clenched at that.

“Don’t stop.” Hesh immediately croaks, his back arching at the abrupt squeezing. Indeed, he was crying.

You pretend to contemplate, humming softly in amusement, “What am I going to do with the both of you?”