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burstinn · 8 months ago

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THE EVERY GAY MANS DREAM READER

TALL, BUFF, BIG BOOBS AND ASS everything

Can't find no good pic for this so..

This post includes:Ghost, Graves, Price, Soap, Nikto, Riptide, Krueger, Konig, Alejandro, Rudy, Gaz, Horangi, Makarov, Velikan, Keegan, Roach. In that order

Yes I wrote all those, yes because I haven't written in a while

Notes:

- NSFW and SFW (Bottom male and top male reader mentioned)

-since y'all like the big buff n' tall male reader, made him bigger and taller basically mixed everything I wrote about male reader, tall, big buff, big cake, big boobs it's like a package in one this will probably be the last of this type of reader since running out ideas. It was hard making original headcanons 💔💔.

-Omg I haven't written in a while so like this might get idk boring?

- Yes again headcanons,you're favs

- strictly MALE READER not Gn rn

- readers age is ambiguous but if you can't think and want an age for reader my thinking is somewhere near late 30s or early 40s

- Some of the HCS have where y'all ain't in a relationship some HCS have y'all r in a relationship

- these headcanons definitely are mischaracterized but let me pretend for a bit 💔💔

- Tiktok got to me now I have brainrot language, so Trigger warning wooohh braiinroot

- can't believe this post was long enough to make my phone lag just a lil bit

- When he first saw you of course he was 😦😧😮

GHOST

- Like okay overkill, like you're taller, buffer and probably have a huger cock??? (Something he can investigate.. For purposes..)

Like you also got smoobs?? A plumpy ass??

Like save some for the rest Jesus 😒😒

- Nonstop staring secretly ofc, You be like in a room then you feel someone staring just to see Ghost somewhere in the corner of the room. You can't tell if he's staring or not but being that you are in an empty room.. Yknow it's kind of obv--

- BUT if you are not in an empty room you will not shake off the staring I mean holy shit look at you like 😨😨🍑✋

- You can literally hear him breathing heavily under his mask like how can he control himself when HE a person who is supposed to be looked up to literally and figuratively now has to look up at YOU?? do you know what does to a person??

-That's right it makes them freaky..

-Probably jerks off to you too

- I mean who doesn't want to get railed by a 7 ft tall man? Especially ESPECIALLY when you've been the supposed dominant person your whole life??

- OMG immediately Cumming to the thought

- I mean he won't mind topping you it also drives his own ego seeing a dominant man get absolutely wrecked, imagine the begging and whining

- plus he won't mind being the person who feels protected not always doing the protecting like 💔💔 he wants to feel protected too 😞

GRAVES

- Immediate gay awakening

- thinks making his western accent more prominent would make you think he sounds more hot

- Will dress up as a cowboy and will will ask (beg) you to do it as well

- because you know.. Hat thing.. Riding.. Graves grabs your hat puts it on his head or Graves grabs his hat puts it on your head, either way one of you is riding something and it ain't a horse

- because of the amazing quote on who ever came up w/ that is "save a horse ride a cowboy"

- Graves is obviously the type of guy to look at your ass and whistle maybe slap it, nah definitely slap it

PRICE

- He thinks of you like a bear

- like You're soo- big and cuddly? Definitely intimidating

- I mean you're near the same age bracket so it's not bad to have some.. Thoughts right?

- You're definitely hairy underneath or not but pls be he wants pubes to tickle his nose

- if you don't have a beard for reader then he would KILL to see have a beard like aughh perfect bear look, if you have a beard immediately cumming(/j) or (not /j)

- Like imagine you and price who are basically like bears like parent bears and and you the other 141 boys are like your children 🥺🥺

SOAP

- DEFINITELY became more gayer

- errrmmm.. Like his eyes are BASICALLY near like chest height

- bumping into you and his face touches your chest like omgg.. Such an accident 💔💔

- Obviously flirting about going to pound town

- like imagine You and Him? In a relationship? Having the most feral sex??? Like it's obv jokes (it's not)

- He would also do anything to see a big man whimper like a little bicth slut, who wouldn't want to see a demon of a man roll his eyes back and whine like a wheoeororoe❤, I mean if he tops I'd imagine him saying "cmon you're a big boy ain't cha'? You can handle a few more inches". While you are also getting the malevolent backshots.

- He would also want a big strong arm to man handle him as he takes the most vigorous backshots known to man

- Have you ever thought or seen a very tall wall like 10 or 11 ft high and you being you, Soap asks (demands) for you to carry him on your shoulder because he wants to see what's over the wall

NIKTO

- intimidating guy and intimidating guy typa relationship but your not in a relationship.. Yet.

- watch him watch you

- shows off his knife collection to you, yes I think he has a knife collection and he will show it to people that he wants to impress (he wants to get freaky with you)

- I like to think if he strips off the gear he gives the most desperate kind of touchy hug, to those he feels close with of course which is you

- lucky you

RIPTIDE

- Offers to teach you how to swim yknow just in case

- there is none, he wants to see you wet

- tells you to wear a white shirt and shorts because its Essential for training, it's a lie he wants to see the water wet your clothes making it stick to your body.. Yknow the white shirt showing whats underneath and the shorts outlining what package you've been hiding even though you weren't really hiding it

- He gets too distracted, the others are too, he forgets how to teach you

KRUEGER

- indefinite eye contact while your doing it

- likes staring into them, if you get shy and look away he will grab your jaw and make you have eye contact with him

- angry fierce ahh eyes

- he's an emotional grumpy guy, rip off his mask and aggressively kiss his face

- He wants the after sex laying on the chest while the other is rubbing their head, goes both ways.

- trace his tattoos and compliment them the bedroom will be locked the whole day, trust 🙏

KÖNIG

- The same as Ghosts

- Imagine being the one to get carried instead of the one carrying

- König would definitely come up to you and ask to be carried while you kiss his face multiple times❤❤

- Imagine how hard he gets because you have to look down at him to talk like HNGRHRRGGGRGRRR

- Definitely likes giving you homemade arts and crafts gear because you know.. The headcanon where König makes his own gear and what if he does it for other people too as gifts💔

- likes seeing you wear his mask it makes him imagine what people see when they see König definitely a change of perspective. He can see how intimidating you are and he gets hard.

ALEJANDRO

- will definitely compliment you in Spanish when talking about you with other people even when you're in front or behind him.

- I mean you don't understand Spanish right?

- if you don't, you're oblivious and only just watch curiously on what he's talking about. Buuut but but if you do understand you don't tell him you undeestrand this thing literally feeds your ego like Alejandro thinks of you this way? 🥺🥺

- Thigh riding type of guy idc who thigh riding

RUDY

- everytime I look at him he looks like a soft vanilla type

- I know he's a strong guy but look at him

- He wants soft sex 😞😞

- He also likes being complimented if you whisper a praise to him when he's doing ANYTHING. Imagine the babies you'd both have together.

- He likes toddlers and babies and if you do too a plus for him,makes him fall even more 💯💯

GAZ

- One time he Got injured and was sitting on the floor and then He saw you running towards him he simultaneously screamed in fear and how hard he got

- Likes to style your clothes, If he was off the military right now he really really likes fashion and if he sees you.. You can't fashion and he sees you wearing.. That, He's appalled, horrified, mortified I'm over exaggerating. But he is now in charge of your fashion now, But if you do know how to style you both will share tips with eachother. You can share different tips too ❤❤

- drags you in his barracks and strips you of your clothes except shorts.. And he's telling you this because he wants to "style" you.

- We both know damn well that's an excuse to get the boombayah freaky on.. He's just to shy to tell you upfront or he thinks it's fun to tease you like that before you get freaky

HORANGI

- gets freaky..

- Like he understands the women who get all giggly and nervous when they see a big man who can destroy them (ignore König 💔)

- is definitely not above thigh crushing, boob crushing, face sitting he'd do all at as long as it's you

- Like one time he pretended he broke his leg and won't let anyone else carry him until you came, acting all princessy and shit as you carry him bridal style to the medics

- He felt like a prince omg

- will definitely get on you and treat your real life size anime men boobs as a squishy toy

- How long is it and will he be able to take it??? Who knows he will find out!! Basically searched how long can someone's cock be if they are built like a god and is 7ft tall in Google

- someone gotta tell me Horangi's height and basic Google searching ain't doing it for me I'm too lazy to search for one line of a spicy headcanon line mb

MAKAROV

- You're basically ascary dog he owns

- You're tall and intimidating

- You can get information out of people quickly

- And he's not above telling you to torture anyone with a strength and body like yours

- most of the time you get the info done and folded

- Makarov uses you for intimidation and strength buuttt if you ever THINK of betraying him he already has a plan to get rid of someone like you

- Can and will turn you into one of those supersoldiers

- Will make you murder people right in front of him for entertainment and will rewward you!

- you know what reward it will be, Because when he asked what reward you wanted you got a bit to freaky you thought you be dead rn but nah he agreed actually he seems to enjoy it more than you do..

VELIKAN

- He's the dog in this one have you heard his voice?? Rough as hell imagine hearing him grunt

- Sounds cocky as hieeeellll too

- Would definitely like showing off to you since he wants to look cool in front of you

- Like you seen velikans skins?? Definitely wears the best ones to show you he can not only be a trained assassin But can also dress cool as hell

- If you compliment him it like makes his day, will not stop thinking about it

- Like a cool person complimenting a cool person like him? Ego boost (It's him feeling gay)

- This guys definitely a smoker (headcanon!!) Because voice sounds like he smoked 100 packs in 1 day and doesn't drink an ounce of water /jk I love him he's so hot.

- So if you want a smoke he purposely hides the lighter saying.. 'Oh no I asked someone elses lighter.. I don't have mine right now' or like 'my lighter ran out of fuel ohh

- So you have to put the cigarette in your mouth as you touch it with his cigarette to light ur own that type of trope 💫💫

- If you're not a smoker he will try his best to not smoke in front of you will use fresh mints to hide his breath of smoke

- after sex he will want a smoke, outside he goes or you both share the one cigarette

KEEGAN

- is it wrong to want to be choked by a big buff meaty arm?

- yknow the tiktok thing where girls put a ribbon on their boyfriends arm and the girls just put their face in the middle as their faces get squished??

- Yeah he wants that but gay

- will try to compare dick sizes even though yours is OBVIOUSLY the superior one!!

- Heads or tails on who's bottoming tonight

- Would like to be wrapped around your arms if you are hugging or sleeping keeps him warm

- Especially when it's snowing will force you to hug with him. ESPECIALLY when your in a mission and your in the tents he will definitely force you to hug it out with him

ROACH

- remember the other tall HC where the reader wasn't taller than König

- yes roach does the same thing here.. He's crawling on you like a tree

- If he wants a kiss instead of asking he crawls up to you and kisses you

- definitely likes to sit on your shoulders as you walk around, he feels tall like that

- this is like a distance relationship 💔💔

- Likes it when you bend over to talk to him also when you bend over when youre doing sum since it's slappable opportunity

- because bent over = double D cake will be slapped

- How will it fit? By the power of friendship of course!!

- probably more of say gex desperation but you get it

- Obviously switch switch

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machveil · 3 months ago

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CoD Headcanon: Fashion

let me info dump on how I think the CoD men would dress, pretty puh-lease? Kyle “Gaz” Garrick, Simon “Ghost” Riley, John “Soap” MacTavish, John Price, Gary “Roach” Sanderson, Keegan Russ, and König

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick:

actually wanted to make this post because of him, “Thank you, Kyle.”, we all say in unison

I oh so desperately think he dresses so casually it looks clean as fuck. he’s definitely the best dressed out of the 141, in my opinion. going for groceries? meeting up at a pub? Kyle looks great! also, bottom left photo? holding true to the board, I firmly believe Kyle has totes - different colors, some with logos, a couple well used and loved. totes and caps, Kyle has a nice collection

my fun little headcanon is that Kyle will match his outfits to whatever hat or tote he plans on using for the day. and he has a wardrobe to match - t-shirts, button ups, jumpers, turtlenecks, Kyle has variety. a lot of them are gifts from his family (who have his fashion sense down to a science). his aunts and uncles definitely pay the most attention to what Kyle’s wearing whenever they see him, they never miss when buying him new jeans or shoes

Simon “Ghost” Riley:

as fearsome and intimidating as Ghost is, draped in military gear and holsters, Simon prefers to be comfortable. a majority of his civvies are for his comfort, soft and warm jumpers that bag a little. he keeps it simple, his signature black clothes are really the only thing that carries over from service. that said, I think he’d look good in brown too. still a noticeably darker color compared to most, but it gives a nice contrast to his usual monotone look

it might seem counterintuitive to wear long sleeves when he’s had all this tattoo work done on his arms - fair enough - but I don’t think Simon necessarily cares to show them off. he has his fair share of t-shirts, but he really only wears them when it’s exceptionally warm out. that, or Simon has them on as an undershirt at the gym, hidden beneath his black hoodies. does the 141 poke fun at him for dressing nearly all black every time they see him? yes they do, does Simon care? no, he’s a sucker for a dark aesthetic

John “Soap” MacTavish:

Johnny dresses like he’s ready to go to the gym, but it’s why we love him. I swear, it could be freezing outside and Johnny would be wearing short, he’s definitely one of those people, “Hm? Nah, m’not cold.”, he’s actively trying to not let his teeth chatter. Johnny loves a good hoodie, especially if they have drawstrings - this man has an oral fixation, let him chew on those strings, damnit! oftentimes the drawstrings on his hoodies are fucked up and thready because he’ll absentmindedly nosh on them

I’m not afraid to say he’s the closest on this whole headcanon post to dressing like Adam Sandler - there’s definitely been times he wore the rattiest clothes ever outside and people mistook him for being homeless. the nicest thing he’ll consider wearing out is a t-shirt, zip-up hoodie, and jeans. I think Johnny’s a little nose blind to his own scent, sometimes he’ll think a hoodie is clean but he forgot he sweated his ass off in it two days ago at the gym. puts it on because… well, it just smells like him, surely it doesn’t reek

John Price:

I had such a hard time finding photos that matched my thoughts, but when I found them? oh, these matched. I’d like to call Price’s look “blue collar husband comes home after work” - do we get that vibe? simple man, he likes his blue jeans and a plain shirt. has a wide variety of nice, leather belts though, the only bit of his wardrobe he really splurges on. the simplest out of the 141, but he cleans up nicely with just a shirt and some jeans that hug his thighs just right

he’s a fan of t-shirts, the fact they show off his biceps is purely coincidence. he low-key dresses like a dad, but he rocks the look. he’s definitely the type to have vintage leather jackets, beat up, brown coats that are durable. they’ve seen better days, were new and shiny once, but John likes them a little weathered and worn. he’s not beating the bucket hat allegations

Gary “Roach” Sanderson:

I’d love to say ‘I don’t make the rules’, but I do. I’m putting my foot down and saying Gary dresses like this. he always wears a white t-shirt, is it the same one? does he have dozens? who knows! he’ll causally swap between pants and shorts, whichever is appropriate for the weather. button ups, he owns so many. never buttons them, just wears them open over his t-shirts. it’s casual, but the simplicity of it unironically makes his outfit look super clean

Gary will dress this way until the day he dies. it’s just how he dresses, no variation unless there’s an important event - holidays, an army shindig, I dunno, a wedding (if he could, he’d show up in his usual civvies). you would have to beg Gary to try a different style, he’s silently stubborn about it. he doesn’t make a fuss if you buy him a hoodie or sweater, just know he’ll throw a quiet strike by tucking it into the back of his closet

Keegan Russ:

biblically accurate Keegan Russ is a biker, what can I say. two words: leather jackets. he likes the aesthetic, owns a handful - hand-me-downs, thrifted, vintage, new. a majority of his wardrobe is black, I personally think his favorite color is blue, but he enjoys wearing black more. he likes wearing t-shirts, purposefully showing off his well-trained arms. he really only owns jeans, maybe a pair of nice slacks

you know what? gonna be honest, not much to add on, I just think Keegan is hot and would wear this haha. it’s nothing flashy, but if you’re into bikers it’s definitely eye catching. on another note, I think he’d paint his nails matte black. do I have any reasoning? no, I just think he would, or maybe just a clear coat. that, and he definitely wears silver rings. not all the time, but he does wear them on occasion

König:

if König isn’t in fatigues he still looks blatantly military. now, I didn’t include it in the board, but he has way too many pairs of khaki cargo pants. like an absurd amount - imagine a reasonable number of cargo pants and then add ten more pairs. back to the board, man cannot escape camouflage and green in general. whether it’s pants, shirts, or sweaters, König has it in some shade of green

otherwise, he actually enjoys itchy, scratchy sweaters. you know the kind that makes your skin red after wearing it a little too long? König eats that up, for whatever reason it feels nice to him. course, he does have standard, comfortable sweaters and hoodies. it’s a bit of a hassle to find clothes in his size though, sure they make them big, but König would appreciate if they were more fit to his build than overly baggy. lucky for him, his mama was a seamstress and taught him how to sew - he adjusts his clothing as he sees fit (he’ll still grumble about it though)

manifesting just one CoD man into being so I can play dress up with them🎀✨pretty please, I just wanna make him look so good - Soap and Roach might put up a fight though…

thanks for reading my behemoth of a post<3 hugs and kiss🌸✨

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l13 · 2 years ago

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https://twitter.com/DaddyyRough/status/1686385918922661890

this is so john price miguel ohara keenan and webslinger

I HEAR SUM PURRINGGGG

cw: TWT LINK!!, NSFW MDNI!!, f!reader, lazy lazy lazy writing, rough sex, name-calling, pussydrunk men<3, not proofread

price

"Take it honey, fuckin' take my cock." price pants, groaning once he feels your pussy squeeze tight around his cock, "Yes, yesyesyes," your eyes are rolling back, the only thing you're able to focus on is his thick cock thrusting in and out of your pussy sloowly, "You're so warm, so tight, wanna fuck you all the damn time," his eyes catch the way your lips part when you moan, and his mouth mimics your own, dropping open to moan with you, his eyebrows furrowed, loving nothing more than seeing you fucked out like this

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miguel

"You needed this, didn't you? Fuck, I know you did... been fuckin' asking for it all day. Needed my cock that bad, huh? That's fine, baby, been needing you too..." Miguel is grunting, groaning under his breath each time he fucks his cock back inside your pussy, barely able to keep his eyes open from the way you feel. "Ah.. ah'm gonna cum, you're gonna make me-" a shiver runs down his spine when he feels his eyes water, and he's suddenly snapped back to reality. Miguel licks the pads of his fingers hurriedly, dropping them to your clit and starting to rub circles on the bud, "Cum for me. Fuckin' cum for me baby, please. Please, I want it,"

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keegan

"Fuck.. fuuuck," he's grunting, throwing his head back, mouth open as he keeps thrusting into you at this slow pace, "S'good, s'fucking good baby, ah-" he moans along with you, leaning closer to stare at the way you're losing yourself on his cock, "Fucking slut- fuck. Say you love this cock." he has the audacity to chuckle at the way you keep swallowing down the spit gathering in your mouth, his laughter drifting off to a groan when he feels you clamp around him suddenly, "Ah fuck- S okay baby I know you're too cockdrunk to tell me, yeah? Pussy said it for you,"

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webslinger

he doesn't know where to look. your pussy, that's sucking his cock in, with your slick dripping down the swell of your ass? your tits, that're bouncing each time he thrusts back into you- wanting so bad to just lean in and suck at your pretty nipples, kiss at the underside of your boobs, mark you, claim you-

He ends up looking at your face instead, at the way there's spit dripping down your chin, the way your pretty lips are parted- stuttered moans tumbling from your mouth when he squeezes your throat, keeping you down as he fucks you hard. "Fuckin' Christ. Be good for me and stay down, darlin'. I'll fuckin' give it to you,"

yeah<33

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2kiran · 7 months ago

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hiii hihihi 🫶🏽 got two things

first off, your blog was like my whole reason. honestly. idek how to put it, your writing is immaculate and if i’m gonna be completely honest i joined tumblr cuz of you lol, i don’t think that there’s like any better top male reader blog than yours icl. ‘preciate your writings a lot 🩶

second, if you can i do have a request; harddom!m!reader is asleep but wakes up to sub!keegan weakly bouncing on and cockwarming the reader, with some overstim + a lottt of orgasm denial, so much that keegan passes out and they both fall back asleep together. oh yeah, and the amount of times he’s denied orgasm we carve tallies into him (knife kink omfffhg). pretty much it !

may i also be ⛓️‍💥 anon?

2knote. hello?? thank you so much. I’m very honored, you’re wayy too kind for this. and yeah, absolutely. ⌖ RATED XPLICIT 18+

Awakening to a familiar heat, snug and slick, it has blood rush south of your body and thicken your cock with veritable, unadulterated desire—Wait, what?

You jolt, the action met with a breathless whimper and calloused palms land on your chest. The veil of tranquil slumber lifted, rapidly clearing the murk which had formed in your brain. Your eyes snap wide open, a ragged gasp tearing itself from your throat.

“What the—” You inhale, gaze adjusting to the darkness and soon trailing to the area in between Keegan’s thighs. His hips never paused, lacking strength in his grinds that are too weak to be proper bounces, to be anything. “—fuck are you doing?”

The male in question, Keegan, shamefully mewled upon registering the scratchy rumble of your hoarse voice. He clenched, pornography-worthy in how he’s so fucking tight, and he knows it. He takes advantage of the sweet, promising grip of his hole to greedily take all of you in for his own pleasure.

“I’m sorry,” Keegan whines, rolling forward, your tip nudging his prostate. “Ngh, I n-need you, I–”

He’s interrupted by his own moan, husky and wanton. He breathes out, slowly, his hole peppering kisses along the bulging veins of your cock in abrupt, wet squeezes. His thighs tremble from having to keep himself upright, legs aching as he raises his ass to ride you, only for you to bottom out when his knees buckle.

“Stop.”

He stiffens, his puzzled brain glueing the missing scraps of his intellect together as he fumbled to submit. Keegan’s pupils dilated, pinkish hue dusting his cheeks pretty, and he anticipated with bated breath. His mouth fell agape, senses consumed by the primal function to take what you offer him.

The sensitive head of his cock sobbed with lust, the entire length glistening with arousal. “You’re not cumming ‘till I say you can,” you announce with a hum, shifting to reach for the knife by the nightstand. It was originally intended for precaution, though it wasn’t necessary when you’re entirely protected by the man drunk off your dick.

But with the newfound alternative, it’s used more than it should be. “You got it?”

Keegan had the urge to cry out in frustration. He’s been so good for you, so patient. You should—no, you have to give him what he wants. He doesn’t have an ounce of true brattiness left in him to tell you that, his response a simple nod.

His eyes catch onto the swift movement of you twisting the handle in your grip, the known material like daily clothing now. “Answer.”

He gasps in surprise, goosebumps lapping feverishly at his skin. The warning is immediate, a press of the side of the blade against his bare thigh, the steel freezing and sinister. “Y-yes.”

Yes, but, a train of thoughts driven by desperation begins to rule his mind, I’m so fucking close. I need you to fuck me, not this. Damn it. Outwardly, his eyebrows are drawn together in an angered line.

You hum a light tune, Keegan’s expressions—ones of filthy nature—are comprehensible notes you can play even if you aren’t a musician. Unceremoniously, the knife is angled to the inner side of his thigh and you plunge it in without further consideration. It eagerly breaks skin, his leg jerks and he yelps in surprise, causing the weapon to draw a blood-dotted slash.

“Ahhng- fuck! Wh..what?” Keegan cries out, the pain a suffocating bandage that seizes his form within a death-guaranteed clutch. It hurts, overriding the separator of agony and rapture. You thrust into him, effectively quieting him down to a gasp. “Shut up and fuck yourself on me, yeah?”

His bottom lip quivers, his hands cautiously roam your build until they curl around the framing of your shoulders. God, the emotions stirring in his marathon-beating heart makes it all too easy for him to obey, to have him move his hips like a mutt.

Keegan leans forward, and you tilt your head off the side to offer him access. He takes it, nuzzling his cheek against your neck. The puff of breath he releases is shaky, wobbly as though he was willing himself not to cry.

Mustering up the vitality, he rises until his entrance is swallowing the very tip of your dick. Something heated crimps in the depths of his guts, twisting in compressed knots that threaten to unwind.

It intensifies as he flings himself down, dragging out a raspy moan of “Hmmng-!” with letters of your name added in-between pathetic grunts. He greedily takes in your length, his sudden clenching earns him a long groan. “C’mon... do it. Ride my cock, Kee.”

That was a threat. He whimpers, his head swinging side to side, “I’m, I’m gonna cum. Please, fuck.”

Whick!

Beside the new wound, you swing the knife along the pure skin. The cut is deeper, and he nearly screams.

Thick, red fluid oozes out, gruesome beads sticking to the steel. Pre-cum drips from Keegan’s slit, his hips grinding forward to maintain the contact, the friction burning away the discomfort. “What did I tell you?” You wrench a hand into his hair, yanking him back. Your teeth descend into a particularly sensitive area on his throat, sucking in an angry marking.

His hole reacts to your borderline aggressiveness in rhythmical spasms, ones that tell you he’ll tip over the edge. It wasn’t his fault he was close to bursting any second. You’re too mean, never allotting him the time that’ll grant him recovery.

And he has too many blood that he’ll let you waste.

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“Hagh... nnmm...”

There’s a feeble ringing in Keegan’s head, the deprivation of flowing life pumping inside of him drowning out anything ever-rational. Your own legs were tainted with a rather disgusting combination.

Harsh lines were indented into the strong layer of his inner thigh, sticky fluid pooling beneath him. A barrier of haze was trapped in his brain, resulting in him losing track of the amount of cuts you’ve inflicted on him.

Has it been four? Six? Perhaps nine?

A mortified wave sweeps across his features. He feels like a cheap, good-for-two-dollars whore.

Yet it feels so fucking good. The risk, the hefty lust blanketing the both of you—all of it. Your release steadily leaked out, a creamy sheen surrounding the base of your length.

A weak moan is what he’s only able to free when the blade sinks into him again, inches dividing the weapon from his core. He’s aching to the point he’s past pleasure, tears streaming down his cheeks as he falls limp against you.

Keegan has been wrapped around your thick cock for longer than he ever has, and he hasn’t cum once - until your rough hand coils to squeeze his shaft, wrist working up and down into slow, calculated strokes that rush him to completion. “Fu-uck, thank you, nfghh shit, t-thank you.” He groans, long and almost a desperate growl. Arousal zaps up his muscled, scarred back lightning-quick.

Hot, blinding white clasps its iron-grip on his wet dick, pearly strands finally, finally shooting out and his rim clenches down tight around you. But you don’t relent. Not yet.

You tug and tug and tug him through his high, forcing him to choke on a split whimper. “Too...” he exhales, torn between rocking into your palm or shoving himself away, “t-too, hfmm, much.”

It aches. His body tightens, tension hinged at his joints and locks until he’s aching. This time, he doesn’t anticipate it when it arrives. He quakes violently against your form, eyes rolling back into his skull, soft sobs echoing throughout the space separating the two of you. “Take it. You can handle this much, can’t you?”

He whines, the sound weak in volume. Your palm is continuously coated with slickness, smearing the wetness each time your stroke reaches the narrow entrance, pressing on it firm enough to reward yourself with his almost-pained grunt. Keegan squirms, attempting to worm his way free from your intoxicating grasp.

God, fuck, his dick is so sore from your torture. Darkness dots the corners of his eyes, his vision beginning to swim. The sensation of your hand clenching around his length fades, disappearing into the void of his blank-state mind. He faintly senses himself twitching, cum splattering on his thighs and on you. With one last exhausted whimper, dreamless fog consumes him entirely.

You set aside the knife, the item in your hand replaced by a towel. Your thumb circles mindless patterns on his nape, rocking him to sleep. Wiping him off, he stirs slightly.

“Hmmm?” He mutters, consciousness slipping into him again.

“Go back to sleep.” You shush, cleaning yourself up before you toss the dirtied rag away and gently lay him next to you.

Keegan nods, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulls you close to him. A tired, gentle smile rests on his lips before he whispers; “G’night.”

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prettybean · 1 year ago

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TEASING COD BOYS (+18)

prompt: you like to tease them

* probably I will continue the konig one 🫥

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE

Ghost

He has an angry expression on his face and appears prepared to kill anyone who crosses his path. Your panties were revealed by your dress riding up slightly. He knew you were doing it on purpose. With his hands, he grasps your hips, adjusts your clothing, and pushes you towards him. “You better behave, you don't want me to fuck you in front of everyone, do you want it?”

Soap

He's too sweet to get mad at you, but as soon as he sees how you're trying to show him your breasts, you see the bulge in his pants. Bite his lips, before looking around, making sure no one was watching. He brings his hands together and squeezes your tits together. A moan leaves your lips and someone turns in your direction, making you blush. “See love? better not to tease."

Price

During a business meeting, you came up with the idea to gently massage his thigh from behind the table. He glanced at you with a slight blush on his face, and continued to give her soldiers a detailed explanation of the next mission. Your hand moved upwards, touching his bulge, causing the captain to gasp.

He will ensure that everyone hears your moans from his room at the end of the meeting, fucking you hard to release his tension.

Gaz

He can't sit still. Your legs opening slightly while you were talking to his friends made him go crazy. Immediately after your hands caressed your own thighs, he quickly stomped his foot on the floor. Kyle's almost threatening look is immediately noticed by your friend, leading them to decide that it's best to leave. “You were doing it on purpose huh?” You look at him with a teasing smile. “You can only open those legs if my face is between them”.

Graves

He was completing his paperwork and conversing with his colleagues about upcoming enemy actions. Your hands rubbed over his shoulders while he sat. Your weak grinding against Philip was unnoticed by him due to his attentiveness. Or at least you thought so.

He grabbed your wrist and made you sit on him, holding onto your hip with his other hand and causing you to ride his leg in front of everyone. “Do you enjoy playing, huh? I want to have fun too then."

Alejandro

You were just a rookie and he helped you with your weekly training, along with all the other freshmen. “You should go down with your back”.

You followed his advice by arching your back and raising your ass in the air. “Oh Dios mío” you heard him say softly, as you continued to show your ambiguous position. “Okay, let's take a break,” Alejandro said, trying to hide his bulge.

König

He don’t talk to you much, well, he don’t talk at all, which was why you loved teasing him in every possible way. Every time you walked up to him and whispered something dirty to him, you were delighted to see his immediate reaction: he awkwardly walked away and insulted you in German.

Today was one of those days, you leaned close to his ear “I bet you have a huge cock, I mean, I hope so” This was too much for him, he grabbed your wrists with one hand, pushing you against the wall. “Why don't you find out?”

Keegan

You go out for a drink together, order two cold beers and start talking about your day. Keegan seemed focused on his story, but all you could think about was how handsome he was. you poured more beer into the glass, before bringing it to your mouth. You sucked on the top of the bottle, running your tongue against it.

Keegan's speech suddenly stops.

“Fuck, next time you do this I'll make sure my cock is in your mouth.”

#cod #konig cod #cod x reader #konig smut #keegan x reader #ghost smut #ghost x reader #konig x reader #alejandro smut #alejandro x reader #gaz cod #gaz x reader #phillip graves #soap x reader #soap smut

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luboy7rt · 5 months ago

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Trios You Would be in Within COD Ghosts Headcanons - (GN Teammate!Reader)

Note: These are Headcanons of what trios including you would be like.

(Feel free to drop your own ideas in the comments/reblogs, No pressure though!

(Includes: Elias Walker & Gabriel T. Rorke, Logan Walker & David ‘Hesh’ Walker, Keegan P. Russ & Alex V. ‘Ajax’ Johnson, Thomas A. Merrick & Keegan P. Russ and Kick & Neptune.

Elias Walker & Gabriel T. Rorke

(Pre-Federation)

- In the past before Rorke was brainwashed, Elias, Rorke and you would indeed have been a trio. What happens in this trio? Chaos. Pure chaos, Rorke Is a stern leader, who keeps smugly bringing you and Elias into everything he does. You don't have much choice in the matter even if Rorke gives you a ‘choice’, you and Elias are going along for the ride.

- You three would be on missions together always, even if Merrick, Ajax or the others were There? You three always ended up grouping up together, sometimes separated from the group but you all always just.. pop up at the end of the missions.

- There is some funny moments involved with being in a trio with those two, like Rorke just says.. the most cursed shit (no warning involved, could just be random by just glancing at something and blurting out whatever he suddenly thought confidently with no regret no matter how cursed), Elias just looks unamused by it all and you are there either making it worse or better.

- Elias does look up to Rorke, you probably do too If you also follow his command. Rorke tries his best to be a good leader, he's confident in his skills and does try to keep his teammates, Elias and you safe.

- During battles, even if you don't need help or to be watched over by Elias or Rorke. They end up watching over you, and each other. You three always have eachothers back, but the two can end up being aggressively overbearing over the years. Such as:

“Are you fuckin’ alive?” - Rorke would groan out over the comms everytime he loses sight of you.

“I don't know, – might be? Probably. They'll pop up sooner or later” - Elias would be quick to attempt to reassure Rorke that you were probably fine.

“Fuckin’ great. Might my ass. Get your ass over here..! The fuck you doing all the way over there!?” - Rorke when he spots you from afar, giving you a firm middle finger, wags it about so you could see it. (He won't care if he also gets enemy soldiers attention with that move either)

That's basically how conversations go, constantly. On field and off field.

- Bar buddies, even if you don't drink. That's alright, but just enjoying each other's company. The other two are drinking but slowly. Elias drinks slower while Rorke would start slow but end up drinking faster and more throughout the night. (The walk back to base? takes hours of pure military stupidity. No common sense, just stumbling between each other giggling like children)

(After the Federation)

- Things were never the same between you three, Elias and you drifted apart a bit, Rorke... of course wasn't himself. He hated you both but also had a deep obsession. Rorke makes snarky comments whenever he does see Elias and you, making sure you both know how you ‘betrayed’ him. Elias could never end up killing Rorke, that is his weakness, his regrets… and You? You have to watch it all.

Logan Walker & David ‘Hesh’ Walker:

- Being in a trio with these two is rough, Hesh is the leader, anything Hesh says Logan does and you follow. It's basically a big game of ‘we are doin’ this guys’

‘Sure.’ and nods in response. No questions asked.

- Play fights are a thing, off field only though. Where it's usually Hesh teasing or attempting to pick on Logan, like pushing his head down or elbowing him. Making Logan stumble into you, then you tripping over Riley and it just turns into a hectic ‘sparring’ match between you four. These are the moments Hesh enjoys most, just laughing and grinning with the people he is close with.

- You would definitely take a few road trips whenever there are no missions, it's a chaotic mess, the car volume blasting out songs, the windows rolled down all the way, snacks half open or half eaten. Riley in the back trying to ‘fight’ the wind to keep his face out the window but Hesh is driving a bit too fast so it just looks like the wind is assaulting Riley's face and making the dog do the weirdest faces. Logan gets some photos from sticking his phone out the window. 80% chance he drops his phone and you all have to take a U-turn to go get it back.

- Logan would gently bonk Your head whenever he walks by, because Hesh does the same thing to him. Even if you look un-amused, he just does it a bit harder to push your head down. Even if you start doing it back to him, it becomes a ‘battle’ of wills between you three, who could give the most head pats/head shoves. It's the way they show affection. If you don’t end up liking this habit? He just awkwardly hovers his hand over your head, like he really wants to do it, but also respects you enough to fight himself and not impulsively smack your head,

- Clothes go missing or get stolen all the time between you three, a hat? Shirts? Jackets, gloves? Any type of gear? Whatever is yours is also theirs and whatever is theirs is also yours. finding Riley flopped on top of a pile of missing belongings is the norm as Riley ensures to steal anything he could get his paws on too.

- You would get used to the way Logan and Hesh can communicate with looks, at first you would be like what the actual fuck? But over time you start understanding and using it too. The side-eyes, twitches of an eyebrow, when they bite the inside of their mouth. There are all ways to get the point across, sometimes Logan just blank stares whenever he thinks someone has said something completely stupid, like he will slowly turn to face you and just blank. Nothing across his face except a small eye glance toward the person before staring back at you and he knows you know what he's already thinking. It takes all willpower for Hesh and you to not full-blown cackle.

Keegan P. Russ & Alex V. ‘Ajax’ Johnson

- Keegan ‘can't’ drive, Ajax can (Safer Option). But somehow, Keegan always ends up driving, you end up in the backseat and Ajax holding onto the car handle for dear life in the passenger seat. Ajax always, doesn't matter how many times he has been in the car with Keegan, glances back at you with a look that says are we seriously letting Keegan drive? Yes. You three end up surviving, Keegan can drive but it is also hell depending on the time of day and the mission. Keegan is relaxing when you and Ajax are having the adrenaline rush of your lives.

You can't even suggest someone else drive as Keegan puts his attention on you instead of the road. Looking at you offended while Ajax grabs the wheel because Keegan is too busy giving you a nasty look with a raised eyebrow. Are you really suggesting he can't drive? He can drive, you want him not to drive? He's hands are off the wheel. But he laughs and puts them back when Ajax smacks him for that and he will go back to driving. No one brings up Keegan’s driving skills after that as Keegan… Doesn't seem to care how dangerous it is when he ‘stops’ driving suddenly. (But he does do his best to keep you all safe, even if he drives crazily he still knows what he is doing despite scaring you and Ajax)

- Have you ever seen two grown men (+ you) cuddle? Now you have. Ajax, you and Keegan probably have known each other for a long time, it started with Ajax and Keegan just sharing a bed. Keegan taking the cold side alone, Ajax not minding where he sleeps but it started off like this, You somehow joined at the right time and now it’s just the norm to sleep in the same bed. Even if it's not always cuddling (Keegan likes his personal space, Ajax wouldn’t mind though as long as you're not being overbearing). Keegan’s leg always sneaks over the two of you during the night anyway, like he's trying to ensure you're still there with him. This tactical sleeping habit ensures no enemy will suddenly take you three out (That’s what Keegan says anyway. You three end up referring to this as tactical sleeping habit in front of others, and never once do you all admit to what this actually means.) (Everyone else just assumes you three just never let your guards down and actually have tactical sleeping habits to ensure your safety, but nah its just the homies sharing a bed)

- Keegan randomly shit-talks people, just randomly shows up between you and Ajax he would be quiet for a moment, a pause of a moment to wait for either of you to notice him. When neither of you two notice him, he just starts talking about some stupid shit he saw a rookie do. Ajax usually listens along and maybe does encourage Keegan to keep going, because when Keegan starts complaining, he usually comes up with unique and hilarious insults that Ajax loves to hear. You are usually dragged right in between them because they also want to hear what you think and if you would also join the shit-talking.

- Pats. Pats are a big thing between Ajax, Keegan and you. Ajax walks past you or Keegan, you'll be on the receiving end of a back pat from him to just silently let you know he is there. Keegan would nudge the butt of his weapon against your upper back as he walks past or his knuckles brushing your lower back. Its juet small touches like these that you three would exchange often.

- They also head to the bar often, if you don't drink that's alright with them, you can be their ride home because they get absolutely hammered. It starts off easy, then Ajax makes a bet that he could do more shots than Keegan, then it gets competitive then you're hauling both their asses back to base at the end of the night.

- Ajax used to drag Keegan home for the holidays, knowing Keegan didn’t have a place for himself. He ended up seeing you at base one year before they left and dragged you along. You and Keegan end up meeting Ajax’s family and are invited every year until… Ajax dies. Sometimes after his death, Keegan and you would still visit to pay your respects and care for Ajax’s family despite the fact Keegan always turns down invitations to join the family get-to-together, he feels like it wouldn't be right to join when he 'let' Ajax die in his arms. (:Sorry)

Thomas A. Merrick & Keegan P. Russ

- Honestly? It's Merrick who is the most protective in this trio, he doesn't stand by someone trying to start shit with you or Keegan, he will just put his own body in front of yours or Keegans if he thinks you are in some sort of danger/trouble.

- Keegan is a silent protector, he has yours and Merrick's back, always. No issues for him, he simply always ensures that you're both cared for under his watchful eye.

- Merrick always calls for you or Keegan to do tasks, he knows the other Ghosts could do it, but he relies on you both the most because he just knows he could always trust your judgment/calls. It's his first instinct to call for either Keegan or you.

- Merrick does take Keegan with him on holidays (Especially after Ajax's death). (Whoever said Merrick is definitely a widower I agree so much. I'm sorry I can't remember/find where I first saw the Headcanon). But yes, Merrick usually brings Keegan with him, and he would invite you along as well. Usually takes you both out for breakfast, or a small trip just the three of you. Merrick refuses to let you or Keegan pay for a thing, he just waves a hand at you and shrugs you off if you even attempt to while he pulls out his wallet.

- Picnics. Definitely between the three of you, just taking a moment to yourselves away from the constant chaos that is your lives. It usually just happens in silence, after a few hours. You would be laid in the grass together watching the sun set, then stargaze. During these rare moments of silence, it’s just you three. A rare moment of happiness just you three share, while Merrick calls out whatever constellations he could spot. Even moves his hand infront of your eyes to lead your eyes to also seeing it. Keegan ends up pointing out a few he knows from the last time you guys did this, making sure to remember whatever Merrick points out.

Kick & Neptune

- Kick is the chaotic one in the trio, Neptune the blunt no bullshit guy and you? Are you along for a chaotic ride with these two?

- They will also judge others together. If you are not around they wait for you just to spill any dirt (they find alot of things on people that they shouldn’t know) they dug up on a poor soul.

- They definitely have some intel/technology talks. (Even if you can or cannot fathom what they are talking about). They don't mind to much, well Kick would try and explain it (if you can't understand still he tries again.. and Again.. and again) Neptune would just sip his coffee in the background listening, doesn't even offer his input even if he could help You understand.

- I can't think of anything of these two as they aren't very known but I just wanted to let you all know that I wanted to add them anyway.

(Might add more to this, might not. Thanks for reading)

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pokechbi · 2 years ago

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💕The COD boys n their fave parts of u 💕

Pt 2. w/ Alejandro, Gaz and Keegan coming soon 💕!!

*Fem anatomy

*NSFW & 18+, MDNI 🔞

*All feedback & reqs are so greatly appreciated!

As always, enjoy my lovelies 🎀

🎀Capt. John Price

- Absolutely adores your neck. He loves the way his strong hand wraps around it so effortlessly, causing a deep red hue to plague your face. He loves to hold the back of your neck in public as a sign of ownership. He’ll lightly squeeze it to remind you where your place is in the case that you get out of line, or start being a spoiled little brat.

- Whether you’re on top riding his cock, or below him as he slams into you with your thighs pressed against your chest, his hand can always be found on or around your delicate little neck. The adrenaline rush he gets from restricting your air flow and watching as you struggle to breathe will almost always help him cum.

🎀Lt. Simon “Ghost” Riley

- Your lips. God, he LOVES your lips. The way they pout so preciously when you get angry, or when they get thin and shaky when you scream out of anger, or pleasure. When he kisses you, he’ll almost always bite your plushy bottom lip, running the tip of his tongue over it to soothe the sting. He’ll run his thumb over it, flicking it so it jiggles lazily on his thumb.

- He loves the way your perfect pink lips wrap around his cock, or when you kiss the tip of it gently, teasing him and driving him insane. As he pumps his thick dick into you, he’ll stare down at you lustfully as he shoves his fingers in your mouth and tells you to suck.

- He absolutely adores the way your lips quiver as you cum all over his cock or mouth as he eats you out. The way you bite them in shyness whenever he demands you to whisper nasty nothings in his ear as he fucks you missionary, or during his favorite: the mating press <3

🎀Konig

- As if he could even choose a favorite. But if he had to choose, he’d definitely settle for your hips. My God, he loves those hips of yours. He could never take an argument with you seriously as you strut away from him in anger, swinging those curvy, child bearing hips of yours. He’ll sit back on the couch, a hand smugly hung over the back of it as you walk around his quarters in those teeny little shorts that accentuate the roundness of your hips and ass so fucking good.

- Although he loves to watch your face as he fucks you, he can’t help but be a sucker for digging his thick fingers into the plushy flesh of your hips as he bends you over to thrust into you. He’ll use them as handlebars as he slams his fat cock into your womb, moving you back and forth on him as if you weighed nothing. He loved how he could handle you just like his own personal fuck toy, just by gripping those sexy, curvy hips..

- Whether he’s bending you over the kitchen counter (because he’s just so damn impatient), or one of his hands tangled in your hair as he brutally smushes your face into the wall, or with one holding your thigh up, trust: He’ll have a set of thick, muscular fingers gripping onto the plushy, squishy fat of your hips as he stretches your sweet little cunt to the shape of his thick, long dick.

- “Bitte…such a sexy little schatz. Hips so curvy, so fucking slutty. So nice and ready to bear my children, ja?”

🎀John “Soap” MacTavish

- Soap is a sap for your big, bouncy, perfect tits. He’ll always be staring at them, practically undressing you with his eyes as you do whatever it is you’re doing in his vicinity. The way they sit perfectly on your chest, big and round, ready to be sucked sore and tender. He’ll always find a way to fondle them, never hesitating to reach under you when he’s pounding into your core from behind. Or manhandling them with his strong grip as he fucks you during missionary.

- And my, oh my. When you’re riding his cock, bouncing on his lap as he bucks his hips into you from under, he’ll practically break his neck trying to get them in his mouth. The sight of your tits bouncing and jiggling over his face as you ride him is enough to make him want to spill his hot cum into you, filling you up to the brim with his warm, sticky seed.

- He’ll make it his personal mission to constantly have them covered in hickies and bruises, gripping them purposely hard and sucking your nipples until they’re sensitive and sore and send a jolt through you at the slightest touch. He wants to be sure you’re never wearing anything that’ll expose your cleavage, feeling a sense of rage at the thought of another man looking at what belongs to him.

- And his favorite activity of all, slapping your sensitive, sore nipples until you’re a sobbing, horny mess under him. You’ll be begging him to stop, only for your cries to fuel him further into brutalizing your soft, jiggly mounds.

;)

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cmncisspnandmore · 10 months ago

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Brothers Best Friend: Keegan P Russ X F!Reader

Pairings: Keegan P Russ X Reader.

Warnings: Best friends brother, swearing, Fade to black, Age Gap

AN: Here is it, a little one shot of Keegan Russ. I will admit im not a fan of the world setting for Ghosts, so a lot of his fics will probably be set in modern day. But heres my first try at writing Keegan.

The house was mostly quiet, save for the wind blowing harshly against the windows. The glass rattled as you sat perched up on the kitchen island. Your half brother, Brandon, was 11 years older than you. He was a Marine, and spent a lot of time away from home. Oftentimes you were alone, having the house to yourself. You pulled the top off the cookies and cream ice cream container, and dug in with the spoon. The cold creamy treat coating your tongue, as you close your eyes savoring the flavors.

“Ice cream? It's midnight,” a deep voice rumbled, startling you from your sugary dessert.

“Fucking hell, you scared me Keegan,” You grumble as you put the spoon back into the container. “And yes, it's the perfect midnight snack.”

Keegan steps out of the doorway that leads to the basement, the light from above the stove illuminating him as. His black hair was messy and unkempt, but in a way that looked intentional. His icy blue eyes trailing over the container of ice cream in your hand. 4

“Care to share?” He asks, stepping closer to you, coming to stand between your spread thighs. His large hand grabbing the spoon from your fingers. He lifts the silver spoon to his lips, his pink tongue darting out to taste the sugary snack.

“I guess I have no choice,” you roll your eyes, your heart fluttering wildly in your chest.

Keegan was your brother's best friend, he served alongside him in the Marines. Currently Keegan was between deployments and your brother had offered him a place to stay, insisting that it was pointless for Keegan to find an apartment to rent when he was shipping out in a few months.

“Brandon is asleep, he fell asleep like 10 minutes into the movie,” he sighs as he sticks the spoon back into the container.

“He’s lame like that, he used to insist on doing movie nights with me when I first moved in and within the first 10 minutes he would be snoring,”You roll your eyes, setting the container of ice cream down on the counter next to you.

Keegan doesn't move from his spot in front of you, his hands resting on the counter on either side of your thighs. Even sitting on the counter, he was still taller than you, your eyes level with his chin. His blue eyes roaming over your face as he looked down at you. A small devilish smirk on your lips as you looked up at him.

“Y/n…” Keegan warns.

“Keegan…” You whisper, as he leans down his face inches from yours.

“We shouldn't…” He whispers his breath fanning across your face as you tip your chin up slightly.

“I’ve heard that before,” you whisper, your lips ghosting over his own.

“Last time was a mistake…. It shouldn’t have happened,” His voice strained, but he leaned in a little, each word causing his lips to brush over yours.

“How could something so good be wrong?” You question, as your lips finally touch his. His lips are soft against yours and for a moment you're afraid he won't kiss you back. Maybe he really regretted the last time. But after a second his resolve seems to crumble as his hands grab your waist and he hauls you to the edge of the counter.

Your hands slide up his chest, your fingers fisting the front of his shirt as he groans softly. His tongue sweeping out to glide along your bottom lip, you grant him access. His tongue exploring your mouth, your tongue tangling with his. A soft moan slipping past your lips as his hands slide from your waist to tap your thighs. You wrap your legs around his hips as he slides his hands back up your thighs and under your ass. He lifts you off the counter, and supports you with his hands, as he kisses you roughly.

“Shh sweet girl, you don't want your brother to hear you,” Keegan whispers against your lips as he walks up the stairs with you in his arms. He tosses you onto your bed and crawls over you, his arms caging you in.

“You better be quiet, the last thing i want is for your brother to find me fucking his little sisters stupid. Can you stay quiet for me, Baby?” Keegan whispers in your ear as he nips at the shell of your ear.

You manage a small nod but that doesnt satisfy Keegan, and he nips harshly at your neck. “Words pretty, I need your words,” He mumbles against your skin.

“Yes, fuck,” you gasp as his tongue licks a long stripe down your neck to the collar of your shirt.

“Good girl.”

#keegan p russ #cod keegan #keegan russ x reader #keegan x reader #call of duty #call of duty ghosts #Keegan P Russ X Reader #one shot #best friends sister

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auspicioustidings · 4 months ago

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Kinktober Day 5

Moniker: Alejandro Risk Level: Low. Alejandro has never been detained and is visiting freely. Brief: Priest, cum, blood Safeword: Refer to first brief. It said you were agnostic in your file so reckoned you’d be ok with this one. Safeword out if you’re not, Ale won’t hold it against you - Price He is a benevolent God - Rudy

“Oh my child, are you ok?”

You had been given only a thin, white gown to wear and you knew he could see everything through it as you walked into the room. Inside there was a strange opulence to the space.

You hadn’t ever been inside a Catholic church, hadn’t considered that there would be so much violence staring down at you from the walls. You were caught staring at the 4th Station of the Cross, the way whoever had sculpted it had made the twist of limbs and the broken skin so visceral.

You could feel the stare of that figure twisted in pain on the cross, the weight of being judged a sinner.

You only froze for a moment, taking in Alejandro. He was handsome in a way that conveyed steadiness, safety. Those soft brown eyes were enough for you to launch yourself into his arms, sobbing explanations about your wickedness as he gently held you and ran a hand down your head in a gesture of comfort.

“There cordera perdido, you are safe. You are safe with Father Ale” he said, the low vibration of his voice soothing to you.

You could feel him through your dress and knew that you may as well have been naked for the very little modesty it provided, but you supposed he was a man of the cloth so to him sins of the flesh held no sway. His warm hands were on your shoulders then, applying pressure.

“You must kneel child, this is a house of God. We will absolve you of your sins and then all will be well.”

Your knees hit the floor and the air felt unbearably heavy. The priest tucked a finger under your chin, forcing you to look up at him from your knees.

“You must pray.”

Your hands clutched together in reverence, wanting to give this man what he wanted so he could deem you clean. Your head fell to your chest when his finger left, eyes squeezed shut and begging whatever deity would listen to help you. You were not a bad person, you were just doing your job, enjoying it so much was forgivable.

Something was pressed to your lips and your eyes shot open, the tip of his cock being fed to you by the priest now.

“Take this, all of you, and eat it. This is my body, given up for you” he said, eyes fixed on you.

They weren’t soft anymore, they looked crazed. When you tried to move you head away his other hand cupped the back of it, forcing his meat to press against your lips almost painfully before you opened your mouth to him. He did not push inside you, instead he started stroking himself.

“Confess.”

When you didn’t answer he smeared his pre-cum across your lips with the tip of his cock.

“Confess your wickedness so I may give you penance to earn forgiveness.”

“I… I let Soap lick me.”

“Where? You must be honest.”

“He licked my pussy.”

“More.”

“My clit. He put his tongue in my hole. Both of my holes.”

“And did you enjoy it?”

“Yes Father, I enjoyed it.”

He wanked himself off faster, his fingers brushing your mouth anytime his hand reached the tip.

“What else?”

“Farah took my virginity. I bled for her and came for her. I loved how Keegan leathered my ass and cunt with his hand. Rudy choked me on his cock and I wanted more, I wanted him to use me even while he was trying to fight his own urge to fuck my throat.”

It came out of you in a torrent, the confessions. It wasn’t even a week in and you were turning into someone who craved what these people did to you.

“Tongue out. You must find your release, only then can I give you your cleansing.”

You stuck your tongue out and played desperately with your clit. It was a quick and violent sort of orgasm and he pumped himself to release his holy seed for consumption upon your tongue. You wanted absolution, so you did not waste a drop.

He took a small vial from his robe. The liquid was viscous.

“Take this, all of you, and drink from it: for this is the chalice of my blood, the blood of the new and eternal covenant which will be poured out for you and for many for the forgiveness of sins.”

This time he simply hooked a thumb between your teeth, forcing your mouth open and pouring the liquid in. You choked, trying to spit out the thick coppery tasting wine. He covered your mouth and cooed little praises, encouraging you until you swallowed it down. You thought you might have been crying. Was it from the warmth of forgiveness?

He was looking at you softly again, reverently, like you were the holy one.

“You are too sweet to serve penance to earn forgiveness, instead I give it freely to you. What happens to you in this place is my will and it is holy for you. Do you believe me?”

“Yes Father.”

Even as you came down from it all and he kissed you softly and handed you off to Price, you found some comfort in the act of someone telling you that you were not immoral for what was happening here. If you were ever to find religion, you think perhaps Ale would be a good God.

#mhairiwrites #mhairi'skinktober #if this reads as familiar congrats on being an OG #and don't be a snitch - I am allowed to rip off my own content

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burstinn · 1 year ago

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Male reader with absolutely Fucking Huge Tits.

(headcanons!)

People shown: Soap, Gaz, Ghost, Price, Keegan, König, Horangi, Graves, Alejandro, Rudy

I felt silly I was high and it's funny jwjsjsnsw ew endnsndndnd.

Didn't think my first post would get that much attention but.. Anyways.. Yay?

You have fucking big moobs.. Huge male tits.. Fucking succulent ass Cherries

You are a guy. And lucky for you, You have the most plump, ungodly monumental tremendous tits ever. Ofcourse you had the build to support your huge tits.. But your tits were the most eye catching.

When you first joined 141 or Kortac or whateevveer....Man holy shit they went fuckin wild. Like they weren't even trying to hide that they were blatantly looking at your capacious boobs.

Soap

- he was the first to yell like some Scottish words for Holy shit when you landed out from the Heli showing off your stupendous balloons

- he would be the first to be staring with no shame

-he would also be the first to ask if he could squeeze them.

-he would ask you how the hell you got your mighty melons. And he would ask you if it's possible for you to lactate.

- idk he'd bark..

- if you were to sex. He would lick, slurp your hoo Haas

-Would see if he can make you lactate

-makes you wear a bra. Freaky

- continues to play with your dongdongs after your very amazing activity gently

Gaz

- His eyes went wide.. Probably did the shocked guy face with hands on his head when he saw you

- face red no eye contact trying to not look at your mammoth sized Quadruple D breasts

- secretly staring but it's so obvious he's staring especially when your running laps.. Yknow yknow boobie flaps go up and down Fr fr

- one day when you guys were alone together he probably went down on his knees.. Begging to let him touch and squeeze your boobies.

-If you were to do the devils tango.. Also bite marks.. And licks.. More gently but desperately.

Ghost

- eyes wide under mask. Is confused how a dude could get those unwieldy lofty ass TITTS.

- also secretly staring. Less to zero obviousness.

- wants to ask as well to touch your bazongas but he's to scared.

- you caught him staring once and he immediately looks away. So like the amazing man you are you asked him if he wants to hold your tatas.

-he nodded obviously.

-you doing the nasty? He's rough. No mercy to idk your whole body. Especially your gazongals.

-boob fucking.

-bruises hickeys bites everywhere. Mostly on your GadonkGadonks.

- he would bury his head on the middle of your Tits... It's like a pillow.

Price

- Suprised and impressed. Idk why he's still shocked everytime he sees you walking around

- looking sometimes. But more respectful

-you need too ask him first if he wants to hold your beach balls.

- if you do wrestling in bed. Loving duhh. Lovingly and softly suckling your Rounder Pounders.

- also buries his head on your moob boobs

- Would probably just call you in his office sometimes just so he can use your Boobs as a pillow.

-His beard tickles.. Hmm.

Keegan

- Awooga

-Pointing at it then looks back at someone then looking back at you then looking back at someone.. Then back and forth

-Takes pictures

- you were standing in front of him talking then he just suddenly.. Grabbed your Bazonkers.

-Takes more pictures. Has its own folder just for your mountainous front moons.

- Roleplay sex that involves fucking your boobs Intensity varies

König

- Blushing under mask

-is also a proud owner of plump tits. But he's afraid of yours.

-Also YOU need to be the one to ask as well if he wants a squeeze.

- compare boob sizes.

- rough but gentle RAAAAA. Would ask before doing anything to you doingloings

-Rubs your tats together

- ask before taking pictures.. Shows it to Horangi

- Sometimes he would just stare blankly at you before he just.. Squeezes your knockers..

-He immediately gets red and apologizes red faced from shame and embarrassment.

-When you told him you don't mind and it's okay.. He gets relaxed.

-Now he would just pull you into closets just so he could ask you to caress your man tiddies even though he doesn't need to.

-You caress his too. It's like a ritual.

Horangi

- starts laughing in shock and interest and is also impressed

- Also Staring no shame. But it's less obvious because of his shades

-Asks if your tits are implants..

- Would ask König for pics of your Cupcakes.

- Constant slapping of your boobers.

- jokes about your Honkers..

-Loves Your Honkers but also jealous. He wants big buggers as well :((

- Starts drawing on them. Non permanent colorful markers

-would dress it up as well. Putting glasses.. His sunglasses a mustache..

-would purposely smudge food on your Clonkers and He would say some shit like

'Sorry let me clean that up' and starts licking fr

Graves

- Soldier what the fuck he would say or something.

- Don't get distracted.. Gets distracted.

-Makes you purposefully fight/ train/ spar with him.. Make him discreetly hit or touch your award winning rounders

-If you confront him about it. He will probably say a half assed sorry. Look at you like some pissy bitch for forgiveness.

-Forgiveness being you let him do the bed rolling sweat inducing activity with you.

- Please PLEAASE let him picture it during your seeexx

- Shows it off. Of course he will. Who?

His shadows duh

-compliments your hooters frequently

Also makes jokes with his shadows

-Got sad once and dragged you away from whatever you were doing. And just used you as a pillow and cried.

- If most or all His Shadows are stressed or frustrated from a mission they all gettin in a single file line. And they get to caress touch YOUR FUCKING GARGANTUAN GAZOONKAS one minute each.

-Graves is last because.. He's doing more than just caressing your boobs...

Alejandro

- any Spanish nicknames to refer to your boobs that you don't know of

- Flirting.

- Conspicuous staring..Starts ranting to Rudy about how much he wants to hold your teacups. He's passionate about it to.

- Manages to get the balls with the help of Rudy.. To ask to hold your chest footballs.

- is gentle at first before he looses it and starts squeezing it and roughly touching. Until you made a very audible noise of hurt or discomfort

-Apologizes.. Buys you literally everything just so you can forgive him. On his knees saying sorry in Spanish.

- Praises your body

Rudy

- Just as thirsty as Alejandro. Just more shy and respectful.

- When Alejandro starts confessing to him how much he wants to touch your chests.. He reciprocated and also tell Ale how much he likes your Moobies.

- Sharing. Both sharing. Alejandro touching your left Rudy on the right.

- If Rudy is touching you. If you even shift on what he thinks is a sign of uncomfortability.. Will say sorry.. For weeks.. Even months.

- Will never forget it. Even though you probably did and assured him that it wasn't a sign of anything. Avoided you for a few days out shame.

-Also apologizes for avoiding you.

- Also Praises your body.

#simon ghost riley x male reader #captain john price x male reader #john soap mactavish x male reader #gaz x male reader #cod horangi x male reader #keegan x male reader #graves x male reader #alejandro vargas x male reader #rudy x male reader #call of duty x male reader #gay #gay men #call of duty modern warfare x male reader #cod mw2 x male reader #cod x reader #cod mw2 #bigtiddymalereader

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machveil · 4 months ago

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CoD Headcanon: General Keegan Russ Thoughts

I want to write for Keegan so bad, you guys don’t understand— so here’s some general headcanons because I need a baseline for when I write for him

found family oriented!! calling people ‘kid’, very protective of his team? yes and yes. he also has a canon age (38 in 2027, 35 as of 2024) which makes me immensely happy - he’ll take you under his wing, has solid advice and an easygoing attitude about helping you

quiet and has resting bitch face, but he’s nice when you get him talking. has a fast draining social battery outside of the field, he’ll talk and socialize when it’s called for, but otherwise he’s fine with letting people he’s close with talk for him

Keegan has an actual sense of fashion, it’s just very simple. keeps his civvies nice and clean, no holes or loose threads if he can help it. prefers a simple pair of jeans, a nice leather belt, maybe a black t-shirt - but, he’s a jacket man. owns a handful of bomber and leather jackets. he’s also got a small collection of nice, leather shoes, casual and formal, all taken care of and treated

in a platonic relationship, Keegan isn’t afraid of casual contact. a pat on the back here, a shoulder nudge there. ruffles your hair even if you complain about it. he’s great at maintaining eye contact, can you maintain eye contact? keep looking at those icy blue eyes, it feels like they’re staring into your soul. speaking of staring, another CoD man I vehemently believe will stare at you, no questions asked. cold gaze boring into you— when was the last time he blinked?

in a romantic relationship, Keegan is a provider through and through. you can work if you want to, he won’t moan about you leaving to put hours in, but he also wouldn’t mind you just staying home. he might look reserved and unapproachable, but with you? he’s all lopsided smiles and smitten gazes

pampers you, you might as well let him. he’ll come home with stuff for you just because he thought you might like it - a shirt with your favorite media’s logo on it, a coffee mug with a cute print, an item you like to collect. he’s very attentive, has a keen eye and sharp memory when it comes to you

Keegan P. Russ is a ‘babe’, ‘baby’, ‘babygirl’ sort of guy. period. ‘doll’, ‘pretty thing’, and ‘sweetheart’ are also on the table, and he will croon and coo at you, voice a little raspy as he gets your attention. and, oh, he’s making hard eye contact with you. he’ll chuckle if you look away, his intense gaze never faltering, “What? What’s wrong? Keep those pretty eyes on me, baby.”

also, Keegan is canonically fluent in Spanish… and with his voice? oh man, he’ll be lowly whispering into your ear, ‘corazón’, ‘amor’, ‘bebé’ - he doesn’t stop with the pet names, will not quit. if he hear’s a friend refer to you by your name he’ll jokingly correct them, “Who? Oh, you mean my baby?”

constantly a menace and he knows it. unlike Simon “Ghost” Riley who at least pretends he’s doing nothing, Keegan will make it known. you want him to come over to you? I don’t know, “What’s in it for me, doll face? A kiss? Make it two.”. he’ll dodge your hugs and kisses sometimes just to be a pain in the ass, gets a good chuckle out of him when you snap at him to just stand still already

low-key a brat sometimes, he likes messing with you because it gets his heart pumping, a pleasant warmth blooming in his chest. it’s less mean spirited, more ‘your cat loves you, but it will be a pain’ - if he ever goes too far he’ll apologize. he can read a room pretty well, but sometimes he can get a little too condescending when teasing you. he’s competent when it comes to communication, he’s got the emotional availability for it, soft spoken words and a hushed tone when he knows he messed up

Keegan Russ does his absolute best to make you feel loved - platonic and romantic. he’ll listen to you intently, body relaxed as he takes in your words and voice. he makes sure people listen to you when you speak, if someone tries talking over you Keegan will shut them down immediately, encouraging you to keep talking. he’ll wrap a protective arm around your shoulders, walking closest to the road when you’re out and about

he’d fight anyone that hurts or threatens his close-knit friends - his family. he’s the type to get silently emotional if one of his friends has to leave for a prolonged period of time, he knows they’re out there, but it feels like they’re gone. if you ever have to be away from him for more than a couple days, unrelated to deployments, Keegan is keeping in contact with you as best he can

guys I’m on my knees, send Keegan blurbs and thoughts to my inbox I need to write for this man my brain won’t shut up—

#keegan russ #keegan p russ #keegan russ cod #keegan russ call of duty #keegan russ headcanons #cod #cod thoughts #call of duty #keegan russ x reader #keegan russ x you #hit post

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clumsybriar · 6 months ago

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Keegan Russ x Fem! Reader — Checkmate

Keegan Russ x reader

Notes: reader is a hacker and has to remember what Keegan taught her just so she can survive.

Word count: 7,322

Warnings: death of a enemy, bullet wounds, touches on reader having anxiety

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If (y/n) would have known being a hacker was going to put her life in danger she would have doubled it and passed it to the next person.

Here she was though, sitting at a computer as she typed furiously. The blue light was shining in her face as the room was dark.

She wished she was back in college and this was just some stupid exam, but that reality was five years gone.

She couldn’t remember what it was like to be surrounded by people. She had been alone for the past year on the run since she had a big red target on her head. She was in a hotel with the lights off as she would be heading towards New Mexico. She needed to get there and fast.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself.” She uttered quietly to herself. She took a deep breath as she broke into the federation's firewall.

She reached forward quickly grabbing the pocket watch as she set it for 20 minutes. It was all the time she had to get the information and leave without being detected. And if she stayed any longer, she would be in danger of having to move before the end of the night.

She knew the risks and she needed to find Rorke’s location, after his threat.

“Because if anyone can find me, it’s you and that makes you my worst threat.”

It kept repeating in her head ever since he said it to her. Two years of abandoning everyone and going into hiding, two years of running from state to state, having gone from California to New York to Florida, to Tennessee. It had to be an unusual pattern, and could never be the same. Rorke and her were playing the same game, always two steps behind one and another.

Tonight, she was going to break this wretched curse of being hunted, she was going to become the hunter. This was the lesson Keegan had taught her years back when she had first joined the team. He was notorious for telling her she can’t just be a hacker. She needed survival skills because enemies were unpredictable and she needed to know how to protect herself if it ever came down to it.

She was grateful for his lessons even if at the time she thought he was being ridiculous. He almost had a sixth sense for this stuff, and now she was kicking herself in the ass for not listening to the worrying man. Silent most days, but when he had something to say, you better listen.

She hoped he was okay, she hoped Rorke didn’t find him and kill him. She had heard about Ajax and how he had fallen to Rorke’s poisonous pursuit of all Ghosts.

She wasn’t a ghost, just their hacker behind a computer, but that was a big enough threat to put her in the wanted list.

“What did I tell you, don’t get distracted.” Keegan huffed at her as she frowned and looked at him. She had on safety goggles and earmuffs to block the loud sounds of the bullet leaving the chamber of the gun.

“What?” She said looking at the gun and then back at him.

“Take the damn earmuffs off, you goof.” He rolled his eyes, lifting them off her ear. “I said don’t get distracted, that man,” he referred to a paper target that had a human shape printed on it. “Could have had a gun too and just shot you in the head. I get your behind a computer all day, but I’d like you to stay there alive.”

“Sorry,” she said nervously. She took a deep breath and sighed as she looked back at the target. “I-I just don’t see the point in this.”

He looked at her incredulously. How did she not see the point of this. This was saving her life, her own life. Maybe he was getting to be too much of a worrywort as she often told him.

“I uh, I just…don’t feel comfortable with the idea of having to shoot someone and I feel if I don’t learn I won’t have to do it, but we know that’s not always the case…” her eyes flickered back to him showing her pure raw emotion of fear and disgust of being the person behind the gun.

“Danger is all around you.” He said softly, “hiding behind the computer doesn’t mean you're safe 100 percent of the time. Someone can find you and someone can hurt you and I don’t want that.” He spoke calmly, connecting to her human emotions, the fact that she wore her heart on her sleeve. “I’d like to keep you alive, ya’ know.” He hummed. “You're so, so, so, much better alive.”

She after that, did as he told her, she could remember it like it was yesterday. She went to the gun range and learned for him as he had asked her too and here she was using his lessons to keep her alive at the current moment.

Her fingers typed fast, furiously hitting each key with intent to hunt and find what she was searching for. She wasn’t going empty handed either. She needed to know where Rorke was, if she knew that, then she could finally end this once and for all.

Her plan, a bullet in his thick ass skull. She was tired of this battle she and him were caught in. Constantly dancing around one and another as they hunted for one and another.

This time—the final time—she was going to be five steps ahead of him, and he was going to still be two steps behind her. That’s what she wanted, that’s what she needed.

Her eyes lit up as her screen showed her the desired information. Rorke’s exact location in nice bold letters. Finally a year of running and being hunted had finally paid off. Now she just had to get there on time, and that was the tricky thing.

The time went off signifying she had less than a minute to get off the federations radar. She hustled, she was always a fast typer faster then most of the men she worked with behind computer screens. It’s why she was so good, she achieved micro-goals she had set in college making her a better then most at hacking.

“Look at you baby girl, typing fast.” Keegan snuck up behind her making her jump forward a bit.

“Keegan!” She turned around in her chair looking at him while clutching her heart. “Way to scare a girl.” She huffed at him, smiling softly.

“Well, gotta keep you on your toes, darlin’.” He chuckled. “Plus I brought lunch, and I gotta make sure the baby girl gets fed well, if not she gets grumpy.” He hummed softly as he shook the to-go bag slightly in his hands.

Her eyes flickered to it. She could smell the delicious aroma the food was giving off. Her stomach gurgled as she made room at her desk for him to join her.

“Ooh, I knew you’d give in.” He pulled a chair closer as he sat the bag to go. “Lo mein for the princess.” He sat her out with chopsticks and then grabbed his as he leaned back in his chair kicking his work boots on the desk.

She got comfy following his actions as she ate happily. He always knew what she wanted without her ever telling him. They giggled as they munched on their lunch for an hour.

“Keegan!” She giggled. “You're not supposed to press the power button as it’s updating you big dummy.”

“I got scared.” He snorted. “I don’t know technology like you, baby.” He chuckled. “Merrick was pissed.”

“Don’t blame him.” She snorted as she sat her lunch aside. “Last time you will probably be allowed to borrow his stuff. Have him bring it to me, I can fix it.” She giggled softly.

Her eyes landed on his icy blue ones as she smiled at him softly.

“Baby,” he sat his food down. “Got something on your face.”

“I know I don’t.” She giggled, raising a brow at him. “Don’t give me a complex. You just want to kiss me.”

“No, no,” he cupped her face. “Pretty sure there’s something on that pretty face of yours.”

“Keegan!” She screeched and laughed as she clung to his uniform.

His lips were in hers as he kissed her. His tongue swiped against her bottom lip as he deepened the kiss.

She sighed happily in the kiss as her hands found his cheeks.

“Jesus, you two, keep it Pg!” Ajax joked as he had his own takeout. “And here I was going to join you two.”

“He was uh…just getting something on my face,” (y/n) blushed as she was embarrassed hiding her face as Keegan chuckled, throwing his head back.

“Oh I got what was on her face for sure.” Keegan wiggled his eyebrows at Ajax.

“Jesus, you two need to just get married.” Ajax chuckled as he joined them.

“It’s not like that!” (Y/n) giggled as she slapped Ajax's shoulder.

“I’m gonna go cry.” Keegan teased her.

“Go cry!”

What she would do to have his lips in hers again. It’s been a year, too long.

The bus was quiet as (y/n) kept her hood up.

“Because if anyone can find me, it’s you and that makes you my worst threat.”

She squeezed her eyes shut as the words repeated in her head. It was that recurring nightmare that she couldn’t shake. The one where she found Keegan, dead, because of her. The one where Rorke has the two of them kidnapped and as torture makes her watch him slowly and painfully harm Keegan until he does with. Bullet in his head.

She squeezed her eyes shut as she felt her stomach churn.

“Don’t throw up.” She chanted quietly as she took a deep breath and paused for a second. “Close call.” She huffed as she looked at the next bus stop. Santa Monica, she was just passing through. She could remember the landscape; it had become more dreary as the federation continued to try and win the war they waged in the states. She needed to pick up a piece of government equipment. Something that would take down the federations equipment. An external drive that could wipe their systems and shut them down. Causing Rorke to have to sit still in one location. It was a winner of a plan and she just had to find a way to sneak into a military base in which she used to work at. Simple. That was simple. She knew the ins and outs and she could easily get in.

There was a reason they took a hacker right out of school. She was selected by Rorke and Ellias themselves.

“You're telling me, this girl hacked into the pentagon and she went a month without being caught.” Ajax asked as he walked with Keegan to the conference room they had been called to.

“Yeah, that’s what Merrick told me.” Keegan hummed as he looked at Ajax. “Don’t know how true it is, but guess I can’t help but be curious as to what this girl looks like.”

“Somehow, I’m curious too.” Ajax hummed as they entered the room. The only sound the two made was the door shutting behind them as their mouths gaped open. She was such an innocent looking girl. Fresh out of college and a very timid demeanor.

“She hacked into the Pentagon.” Keegan said to Merrick.

“That she did.” The man responded as the three of them stood on the side of the wall listening intently.

Her eyes flickered to them as she gulped and looked back at Ellias.

“You got some spunk kid,” Rorke hummed. “We could use that.”

She gulped as she looked at the intimidating man. “I’d hardly call it spunk.” She said softly. “It was a lucky chance.” She said softly. “My professor said, if anyone could hack into the pentagon they’d pass the class with an A, and wouldn’t have to take the class for the rest of the semester.” She yanked softly at the cuffs on her wrists, finding them uncomfortable. Keegan could tell with the way her face scrunched up. He felt his heartbeat increase as his eyes glued to her. He was giddy, seeing something so pretty like her. It wasn’t everyday a sweet thing crossed his path.

“Well, did you pass?” Ellias asked with a smile.

“Yeah,” she said softly. “But then he also called the FBI, what’s left of them anyways, since the world is up in arms.” She shifted nervously. “Am I in trouble, I m-mean, I know I did something wrong. I get that.” She said softly. “But I didn’t look at anything, I just got in and got out.”

“You're not in any trouble.” Ellias hummed softly. “Actually—“

“Let’s back up the train Ellias,” Rorke hummed as he walked from the window and walked behind her eyes peering down on the woman. “You realize what you did right, you act like it’s nothing.”

“It’s nothing.” She said softly.

“You hacked into the pentagon, that’s something.” Ajax hummed as her eyes glanced at the soldier on the other side of the room.

“I mean, pentagon or not…” she paused as she took a deep breath. “It wasn’t a challenge, I sent an email to a representative of the IT department at the pentagon, under an alias email and gave them a tip to strengthen the walls.”

“The nicest damn criminal I’ve ever met.” Merrick hummed quietly.

“I-I’m not a criminal—I-I guess I would be…maybe.” She paused as she fumbled with her hands nervously. “I-I didn’t mean to cause any trouble, I just wanted to pass a class without even having to take it. I now realize my professor's…sarcasm…went over my head.”

Keegan smiled loving the way she stuttered. She was so innocent and book smart, not street smart. His heart beat pumped in his ears as he watched her lips and eyes. Watching the away her nose twitched and her ears twitched. She was like a little bunny.

“We’d like to offer you a position.” Ellias hummed as he looked at Rorke. “Join our fight and join our team as the hacker.”

“We could use a good one.” Rorke added as he smiled at her.

“A damn good one.” Ellias nodded.

She slinked down the hallway, eyes glancing around to be sure she didn’t get caught. She had snuck in so easily, now it was making sure she found the right room.

She was searching for a computer geek’s favorite room with all the hardware and all the flash drives and disk drives, things she used to work with all the time.

Things took a turn for the worse when she froze in the spot seeing Rorke and his team of close-nit soldiers burst from the staircase about 5 feet in front of her. She forced herself into the supply closet where she hid quickly feeling her breath catch in her throat. This wasn’t on the list, he wasn’t supposed to be here at all. Something was entirely wrong. Was it a change in plans, was it a change in schedule. Was the one she looked at false, or did they know she hacked into them. They couldn’t have.

She made sure she moved fast and efficiently. So why were they here? Why was Rorke here, it was too close to the Ghosts home base. Too close as in he was here on their front step knocking on the wrong goddamn door.

Her breath got caught in her throat as she started to experience the panic attacks she had kept at bay for so long. The ones she thought she would have under control when she faced Rorke at Atacama Desert.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Keegan knelt before finding her tucked under her desk as she was staring in a daze, nervous and afraid. Her anxiety was eating away at her and she was stuck in a world that wasn’t the present. “Baby girl, I’m right here.” Keegan called her. “Baby girl, I’m right here.”

She would do anything to hear his voice once again, but she was afraid she wouldn’t be able to until this was all over and the war was coming to an end.

“(Y/n)?” She paused as she turned around having just come out of the supply closet maybe two hours later having suffered from an anxiety attack. Maybe she wasn’t ready, she wasn’t sure but she had to act fast if she wanted to end this battle of the fittest between her and Rorke.

Her eyes turned around as she was greeted with Keegan. She could feel her breath catch in her that again just like it was doing for him.

Her eyes carried to him as she looked deep into his eyes. She had left that night never looking back after he told her nonstop he would protect her. She left and never said goodbye. She was sure he felt betrayed and angry at her. She could see the storm swirling in his eyes. She could see the fear she put him through. But now they both had the confirmation they needed. They were both alive and that’s all that mattered at this current moment.

“Baby,” he called out to her.

She turned quickly in her heels as she walked. But she quickly came to a stop as Keegan yelled. He yelled showing his anger.

“Baby, don’t you fucking move!” He snarled. She flinched as she felt her world crumbling. He wasn’t supposed to see her if he was even here. She was supposed to get in and get out without anyone seeing her.

“(Y/n),” Merrick limped as he looked at her. “Jesus, we thought he killed you. He said he killed you.”

“We’ve been playing a game of chess.” She said softly, turning around.

“I mourned you!” Keegan snarled as he looked at her with tears in his eyes. He looked down and away from her as he swallowed a lump in his throat. He was trembling and avoided her eyes as his frosty blue ones watered and showed his anger and sadness. “I fucking mourned you!” He threw his eyes directly at her.

“I’m sorry he lied to you, Keegan.” She sniffled avoiding his own eyes.

“What are you, working for him!” He marched forward.

“No!” She said quickly, defending her loyalty. She was in no way, shape, or form, working for the federation. “I just happen to be at the right place at the wrong time.” She said softly.

“Right place wrong time.” Keegan repeated. “Huh?”

“Don’t patronize me,” she looked at him incredulously.

“Where the hell were you when Ajax died, when I needed you!” Keegan shouted as he slammed his fist into the wall.

She flinched as she stepped back looking away as her breathing increased.

“I needed you, and you weren’t there. You weren’t there like you promised me you would be. You left that night and I never got to say goodbye.” He snarled.

“Keegan, I’m sorry.” She said softly. “But I can’t, I can’t stick around this close when Rorke is running a muck in this building.” She said backing up. She showed her glossy eyes as she wiped her tears.

“Don’t you fucking leave me again.” He snarled at her as she backed up.

“Keegan we have to go.” Merrick huffed as he caught up to the man pulling him back from (y/n). “She’s not safe with us, he’ll just get her quicker.”

“I was supposed to keep her safe, I was supposed to protect her.” Keegan’s voice trembled.

“Keegan.” She said softly, feeling a tear fall down her cheek. One single one. “It’s my turn to protect you guys.”

“Well, well, well, a rendezvous without me,” (y/n) breath caught in her throat as she cursed in her head. “Did my invite get lost in the mail (l/n)?”

“Rorke.” She greeted him softly.

“Oh, you don’t seem so excited to see me.” Rorke smiled as he cocked his gun.

“It’s hardly exciting when you bring death everywhere you go.” She said softly as she looked back at him.

“Come on, Ajax had it coming, Ellias had it coming.” Rorke hummed as he smiled at the three of them.

“Even you have it coming. It’s not personal, well I guess it is.” He shrugged as he laughed a bit. “But not personal in the sense of I had it out to get you from the start. I liked you, such a sweet girl.” Rorke hummed. “It’s just, you're a threat to me and I need to neutralize you.”

Her blood ran cold when she could hear the chuckle in his voice; it was dark and hardly the Rorke she knew.

“I told you, I’d kill ya’, because you're the only one that could ever find me. Looks like I found you though. Call this checkmate.”

It time could have slowed down, this would have been the moment it did. Hearing the bullet leave the chamber in a loud bang. She bolted trying to get out of the way.

She yelped when the bullet made contact with her shoulder tearing through it a clean entry and exit.

“Fucking run!” Merrick shouted to her as she bolted down a different hallway making sure to evade Rorke’s sight.

She hoped Keegan and Merrick ran too. Though she knew she was the target, she didn’t have to worry about them being killed until after her at this moment.

“Come on out, we haven’t finished playing yet.” She cupped her shoulder trying to keep the blood off the floor by tapping a part of her t-shirt on it. She hissed in pain as she felt the tears well up. She had to keep moving. Had to keep running away from Rorke who had been hot on her tail.

She was tucked behind a door and there was no way he could know where she was. She quieted her breathing and closed her eyes.

The hunted was not becoming the hunter at this very moment. There was too much fear in her veins.

“Come on,” Rorke snatched her out of her hiding spot as she squirmed and kicked.

She screamed and cried as she tried to fight off Rorke’s closing fist around her neck.

“Rorke!” She sobbed. “Please, I don’t want to cause any trouble.” She squirmed some more. He hit the butt of his gun against her head as she cried out in pain. She felt light headed and a massive headache was starting to form.

“Rorke, please!” She sobbed more.

“I’m sorry kid, I really did like you.” He said as he put the gun to her temple. “Close your eyes.” He said softly, showing her some weakness.

“Please, Rorke, please.” She sobbed.

“Close your eyes, kid.” He said sternly. “This is how it has to be.”

“Get your fucking hands off of her!” Keegan snarled from the end of the hallway.

“Jesus, loverboy.” Rorke huffed.

He let go of you when a bullet whizzed past both your heads.

“Keegan!” She landed on the ground with a loud thump. She hissed in pain as her shoulder jostled. He had nicked Rorke in the thigh.

“Run baby, run!” He shouted as she got up quickly and evaded.

She was just going to have to go without that external hard drive she needed. A true show of how things didn’t always go as planned.

“It’s gonna hurt me baby, but it’s important to get this cleaned out.” Keegan said softly sitting on the tub with his hand putting pressure to a cut on his skin. It was deep and needed stitches but he refused to go to the hospital for it.

“O-okay.” She sniffled as she looked at him nervously.

“Don’t give me those crocodile tears, honey, I promise I’ll be fine.” He leaned forward and kissed her lips. They had moved up in the world living under the same roof.

“Okay.” She grabbed a cotton swab as she added some alcohol soaking it enough. She gently rubbed it against the cut watching as he cursed, muscles clenching.

“Fuck,” he huffed out. She felt bad, felt bad for having to be the one to put him through this pain by cleaning the wound.

“Sorry Keegan.” She gasped out softly.

“Not your fault baby, it needs to be cleaned.”

(Y/n) hissed as dumbed the alcohol on the bullet wound. She was pretty sure there was no bullet but she wasn’t going to dig around in it when there was an entry and an exit. It made her stomach roll. She sobbed as she worked fast in an abandoned mall. She needed it to be cleaned before she started to head to the desert.

The burn was intense, it was a constant torturous stabbing or pulsing as the alcohol soaked the wound.

She bit back a whimper as her eyes blurred up on her. She lurched forward feeling her stomach get queasy like she was going to throw up her little snack she had an hour ago.

She sat down feeling the searing pain make her arm go numb as she closed her eyes.

“See not so bad,” Keegan hummed as he came out of the bathroom having finished stitching himself up. (Y/n) didn’t know how he did it, how he even had the stomach for it, all she knew was the fact that there was no way she’d ever be able to do it.

“Not so bad,” she rasped out as she looked at Keegan wide eyed. “You sowed your skin together, all on your own.” Her eyes looked at him as if he was crazy and he laughed gently. That was like confirmation for her, he was nuts. “I’d be crying like a baby at the doctors, cause lord knows I’m not sticking myself with a needle.”

“Being a Marine changes you baby,” he said softly as he laid down beside her. “Being a member of the Ghosts changes you baby.” He corrected himself. “You never know when you get hit, but if you're out in the wild you gotta get things under control.” He hummed softly. “That sometimes means stitching yourself up.”

“What do they do, give you your own sewing kit.” She joked softly.

“No, but I always pack one.” He said softly. “And in the kit it has a picture of you.” Her heart swelled. “So it motivates me to get home to you.” He leaned forward kissing her lips. “Then I’m going to get home to you, baby.”

She was lucky. She was so lucky.

“She was here,” Keegan rasped out to Merrick as the four ghosts were stuck in the safe house for a few days. “She was right here near me and I had to let her go.”

He was angry, he was steaming, no one blamed him. She was right in his grasp after thinking for five months that she was dead.

“He told me she was dead, that he killed her.” Keegan snarled as Merrick listened.

He was talking about the night they infiltrated a tower during federation day. Talking about capturing Ramos and being told by Rorke that she was dead.

He spiraled so fast, laying in bed for two whole weeks after that, sobbing and crying.

No one could get him up, it wasn’t until Merrick and Ellias bombarded him in his room talking him through things.

“Look at you, dead men walking, tell me Keegan…you lost Ajax and you now lost (y/n)…” Rorke smirked at the camera. “How’s it feel?” He was patronizing Keegan. (Y/n) wasn’t dead, she couldn’t be. That was his baby girl, he had been searching for her left and right trying to find her, he needed to find her. Especially before Rorke.

Keegan could remember the night where he thought he had persuaded her to stay with him. That he would keep her safe, but she was gone come morning time and he was frantic.

“How’s it feel? Your lover…gone, it’s gotta be painful.” Rorke laughed softly. “I liked her, shame I had to do what I had to do. But I told her, I warned her she was my biggest threat, I wouldn’t stop until I had a pretty little bullet between those pretty little eyes.”

“You bastard!” Keegan snarled. “You didn’t!”

“She’s dead Keegan, but so are you,” he snorted. “Good luck boys.”

“She’s alive, so keep on her, search for her!” Merrick hummed. “She’s on a mission though Keegan, that’s clear as day.”

“Where do you think she’s going?” Hesh asked as he looked at the two seasoned soldiers.

“LOKI, she’s after it.” Logan said softly.

“Jesus, she’s going right into war.” Keegan snarled as he glared at the table. “That’s a war zone.”

“And she’s after one thing?” Hesh asked, seeing Keegan’s stress.

“Merrick, you gotta let me go.” Keegan looked at the man who was left to be captain.

Merrick sighed as he looked at Keegan with a nervous look. “Keegan, I—“

“Merrick, you have got to let me!” Keegan was stern in his words. He wasn’t going to leave (y/n) out there in the middle of a war. She didn’t know what she was getting into.

“Keegan.” Merrick crossed his arms over his shoulder and looked nervously. “She can hack into LOKI, but she’s not a soldier.” He hummed quietly.

“You gotta let me go dark,” Keegan said softly. “You gotta let me.”

“Go, but you better come back alive.” Merrick huffed.

Keegan’s hands gently gripped her hips as he pushed one leg further apart from the other giving her a more study stance.

(Y/n) felt her breath increase as her eyes kept trained in the paper target. She felt his hands leave her waist as they rested on her hands helping her hold the gun steady,

“Nice and easy baby.” He cooed softly making a shiver run down her back. “There you go.” He backed up making sure he was clear. “Now shoot.”

She pulled the trigger feeling the gun try to feel back but she kept it under control.

She looked back at Keegan and then back at the target seeing a bullseye on the target.

“Now that’s how my baby shoots when concentrated.” Keegan smirked triumphantly. He was surly partying in his mind eager that she had taken to his lessons.

He had taught her well, that was for sure.

(Y/n) took a deep breath as she hiked for hours on end. Her shoulder had a searing pain as the backpack rubbed against it. She was greatful for the somewhat decent bandage job she did on it but it wasn’t making it all that begged. She needed to get it looked at, but being in federation territory, they would notify the military and she’d be killed. She wasn’t risking it. She had a bottle of alcohol that she would occasionally dumb on it to keep it clean. As it was she didn’t know how much longer she actually had left on this earth. She knew that Rorke wasn’t going to be an easy kill. He was going to make life miserable for her and for everyone else until he fell in battle.

Kick had found her location just by chance, watching her walk through a village in chile. He had been able to hack enough into LOKI’s system so he could pin-point where she was.

She had no idea though, no idea Keegan was practically 12 steps behind her following Kicks discovery.

She stopped as she saw the American military moving in from a distance. She stayed at the edge of the forest. She used military grade binoculars as she watched tanks and helicopters swarm the area. She was glad there was a body of water between her and the battle going on across the way.

Just above her was some form of a monorail. It seemed to be a transport for military things. She sat down as she opened up her computer, starting to type away as fast as she could. She didn’t need to have a timer now, she just needed Rorke to come to her.

“What the hell do you think you're doing?” She stopped typing and turned around.

Her eyes laid on his form as she finally met his eyes.

“Keegan,” she said softly. She felt her heart beat kick up seeing him in his sandy colored uniform. She didn’t expect to see him here. “You need to leave.”

“Come on, you're safe, I’m gonna keep you safe.” Keegan curled around her. His hand slid over her stomach as he shifted her back as close as he could get her. “Rorke can make a threat like that, but I’ll never let it happen.”

“Keegan you can’t make promises like that.” She said softly.

“You're in a military base, it’s going to be hard for them to get here.” He told her nuzzling into the back of her head.

He breathed in her scent as he continued to soothe her.

“What if they do?” She asked softly, looking terrified. She had already made up her mind. She was the dog that sunk her teeth in the hambone and wasn’t letting it go. It was all due to that nagging voice in the back of her head saying ‘Rorke will find you, he’ll find you’. She just wanted to shut it off. How could she shut it off.

“They won’t,” he was so assured.

“He’s got his eyes set on me,” she felt cold. “I’m the first to go.”

“I won’t let him.” Keegan hummed. He rolled her over as he laid on top of her. “Baby, he’s got to go through me first, and I’m gonna keep you safe, if it’s the last thing I do.”

“Okay.”

That morning she was gone and Keegan was left alone in a cold and empty bed. He was frantic and had searched everywhere, but kick had discovered she left base going out in the dangerous world herself. Nowhere had been safe anymore. Dallas had fallen, New Mexico was being raided. California was blown to pieces from ODIN still, and that happened years ago. All that was left was federation infested cannons and earthquakes that made sinkholes bigger.

Keegan felt the anxiety set into his soul as he laid there trying to make sense of what was going on. His chest was heaving as his eyes went out in a daze.

We’re was his baby going? What was she going to do? He was panicked and he felt like at the moment, there was nothing he could do.

“I’m not leaving you, not like you left me.” Keegan's cold icy eyes met hers. A glare was etched into his features as he was stern with her. As he should be, she understood that.

She had run when he said to stay. She had left when he promised her he would take care of her.

“I said I’d take care of ya’, that’s not a promise I take lightly.” He said softly the love cracking through his exterior expressions. She could see the love for her in his eyes. She was his girl, he often explained that to her. His to hold, his to protect, his girl.

“Don’t you run away again.” He told her. “Ya’ hear me.”

She opened her mouth to say something but shut it as soon as he gave her that look. That look that told her she better listen because he didn’t know how much heartbreak he could take.

“I have to hack into LOKI, from there. I can hit major federation bases and cities like they did to us with ODIN.” She said softly.

“Is it as easy as hacking into the pentagon?” He hummed.

“Easier.” She said softly.

“Then get to work.”

She didn’t waste any time. Her focus was on the screen below her, not looking away, she wasn’t able to look away.

“You know you might just single handedly end this war.” He said softly sitting beside her watching the militaries on the other side of the water brawl.

“Take that Rorke.” She had that same spunk she always did. Keegan noticed it was his old ball cap she had been wearing on her head every time he saw her. That same one that had the marines written on it.

“I wonder where that hat went.” Keegan said softly.

“This old thing.” She giggled softly. “If I was leaving, I had to have a piece of you.”

“But you left me without a piece of you.” He said softly. His eyes glanced at her as she tapped away.

“You didn’t go into my—” she looked up at him for a second but things happened so quickly.

A bright blue flash, the sound of mental scratching on mental and grinding. The loud booming sound that ended up causing a sound wave pushing her and Keegan back.

Keegan crawled on top of her as shrapnel flew everywhere.

“You alright!” Keegan shouted as his ears were ringing. He got off of her and looked her over before he deemed her okay.

He could see her shoulder tense and bleeding a bit more. When this was over he was going to get her some medical attention having carried that wound since he last saw her.

“What!” She shouted back as she covered her ears not liking the ringing.

“Your okay baby!” He curled her into his arms as both their eyes looked at the sandy beach below the cliff edge they sat on.

“Oh my god.” She said quietly as she looked at the monorail that was now slowly sinking into the water below it. Parts of it crashed on the sand and the rest was sinking into the water.

She lurched forward for the computer aiming for military bases all around the world that belonged to the federation.

She didn't wait and didn’t care, she pressed the execute button and then grabbed the computer snapping the screen right off.

Keegan watched knowing exactly what she was doing. She was about to throw the evidence in the water down at the beach. She grabbed the hard drive out of it and started to stomp on it until it was broken.

Maybe the war was over? Maybe it wasn’t, she knew she still had to settle the score with Rorke.

Her feet touched the sand as Keegan followed her closely, keeping a gun ready at his beckoning as his eyes scanned the massive cargo train.

His eyes scanned the area as he spotted Hesh and Logan crawling their way out of the water.

(Y/n) froze though. Her eyes spotting the man who had made her life this past year is so a living hell.

“Rorke.” She said softly as Keegan’s eyes glanced at the man walking out of the water smacking Hesh against the head.

“Baby go and hide.” Keegan tugged her down behind a rock. He held her in his arms as he whispered to her. “Go and hide and I’ll take care of him.”

“No,” she snarled as she looked at Rorke. “I’ve got to do this Keegan, I’ve got to!” She snarled.

“Baby, enough!” He was prepared for her to wiggle her way out of his grasp, but she surprised him and she squirmed away staying low.

“You would have made a hell of a ghost.” Rorke said as he snapped Logan in the face rendering him unconscious.

Keegan crawled after her, pouncing on her as he kept her low to the ground.

“Keegan, you gotta…” she trailed off as she reached for her gun. “I have to do this!” She huffed.

But she paused as she felt Keegan’s body go limp as her blood went cold. Rorke had heard them fighting.

You know in all honesty it wasn’t their smartest decision to be arguing like they were and then on top of it they still couldn’t hear properly.

“Well, well, well, I can kill two birds with one stone.” Take aimed his gun down at them. (Y/n) quickly rolled Keegan off as she. Rolled over aiming her gun at Rorke’s chest.

“Listen Rorke,” she snarled. “You have haunted me for too long.” She stood up keeping her gun aimed at him as it was right now a staring contest.

“Is this a case of the hunted becoming the hunter,” he laughed as he looked at her. “Just be prepared to fail.”

His voice made her sick, it made her angry, she felt emotions she didn’t want to feel when it came to these things.

“I’m not failing, no,” she said with a wild look in her eyes. Rorke now knew she was finally grown up no longer a hacker that hid behind a computer on the constant run. She was the hunter, she was the danger that he always knew she could be. “Today, Rorke, this is your last, you lost.” She snapped. “This is for Elias, this is for Ajax, and most importantly, this is for me!”

“You think this will end the nightmares, it won’t.” He snarled. “It just fuels the fire more,” Rorke looked at her. “You're becoming a killer like me.” He tried to get into her head, and it worked a bit. Her hand shook as she kept stalking closer to him. She was a loose cannon right now, ready to make the shot.

“Then so be it.” She snapped. “I think this is the term checkmate.”

The gun rang out as a body was heard falling to the ground with a thud.

“Rorke, here are the coordinates you wanted.” (Y/n) said softly as she pulled them up on the screen. “From what I could find it’s an old warehouse that has been used to store things for the federation. They have missiles, they have ammo, they have a lot of things in there,”

“And no one would think to look there,” Rorke smiled as he ruffled her hair. “Good work kiddo, I knew we kept you around for something.”

“Thanks.” She snorted as she looked at the man. “I’m glad I could be of help.”

“Hey,” Rorke called her back. His fist raised up for her ti bump. “I mean it, you did good, kid.”

Keegan’s eyes opened with a fright as he shot up gripping his head as he looked around frantically for her. He walked around the large rock and his body ran cold.

“Baby.” He said softly his eyes found hers, on the ground as she was curled up. “Baby.” His eyes carried to the large mass a few feet away from her, dead with a bullet right between his eyes. “It’s over, it’s over.” He landed on the ground as his arms wrapped around her. “It’s over baby girl, it’s over.” He said softly, checking her over. “You did it, you did it honey.”

He was cooing trying everything to calm her down. He knew the stress of everything and it ending for her had been so overwhelming.

It was over, (y/n) could wrap her head around that. Now she had all that time to spend again with Keegan. Being back home in his arms and that’s all she wanted. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she hugged him. All she wanted at this moment was Keegan’s embrace. That’s all she wanted.

“We can go home now,” he cooed softly. “We can go home.” He felt his own eyes well up with tears. “You and I can go home and be at home.”

“That’s all I want.” She said softly as she rested her forehead against his. “That’s all I want Keegan.” She nodded as she looked at him.

“Then let’s go home baby.” He said softly. “Let’s go home.”

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undeadcannibal · 2 years ago

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Hii can I request something for 141 + König and Keegan when their S/O is raging at their game? That’s currently me right now LMAO

Summary: How Task Force 141, König, and Keegan are with a gaming S/O who rages

Genre: Headcanons, request(s) Characters featured: Price, Gaz, Soap, Ghost, König, and Keegan P. Russ

Warnings: none!

A/N: I feel ya. I’m replaying Horizon: Forbidden West on the hardest difficulty for my second playthrough, and needless to say sometimes my ass just gets handed to me. OTL Thank you for the request though, I hope you enjoy! (Also, sorry Keegan’s bit is short, I’m slowly getting into writing more for him because it’s been YEARS since I’ve played/seen COD: Ghosts) ( Gif credit: xxx )

Price―

Doesn't game because he doesn't really enjoy them much, but doesn't mind if you game

If you're raging at something, he doesn't really get it, but also doesn't judge you for it

If anything, much like Ghost and Keegan, he finds amusement in your rage

Can't take you too seriously when he thinks you're cute for getting so upset at the game

Does tease you occasionally, but not to the point you're feeling worse

Ohhh, will be that one person that watches something and can't help but comment on how it wouldn't work or something of the like

OMG WAIT--

"Are ya' winning, son?" meme fits him perfectly

Totally the type to ask if you're winning no matter what you're playing, or if you're raging

Gaz―

Like Soap, Kyle is a good support system/partner to have when gaming

Doesn't game nowhere near as seriously, but does have his own moments here and there

So, whenever something gets to you and you can't help but react, he's laughing and doing his best to reassure you

Sometimes can't help but be a tease and joke with you, but for the most part, he doesn't mind the raging. Is probably used to it because of Soap, imo

Ooh, unrelated but kinda cute headcanon for him is he's absolutely the type to help you past a part you can't quite get. Loves helping you with games, he thinks those moments are sweet~

Ghost―

Soap has tried getting him to get into gaming with y'all, but it's just not really for him

He does, however, like watching you though. Even more so when you've your moments of intense rage

Like Keegan, he finds those rare outbursts endearing to him in an odd way he can't quite explain

Won't really join you, but will watch you and even gets into it when you're playing a particularly interesting title

Will be commenting on situations and characters right along with you, and even nod along at those heated moments of raging

So long as you're not physically destructive or too loud, he doesn't care one bit about those moments

He thinks he'd probably be the same way if he were in your shoes

Soap―

Oh, this man is right there with you, he's your best gaming partner. Don't tell Gaz that though

If the two of you aren't hyping one another up, you're raging together during those heated moments

Doesn't matter what types of games you enjoy, he'll gladly watch or play with you when he can

Even though he loves to share the moment with you, he isn't the type to be a backseat gamer

Much prefers to let you figure it out on your own, especially when it comes to difficult puzzles and bosses

Will also rightfully be yelling and cursing right along with you cause sometimes he can't help himself

König―

Being on the quieter side, I see him as the type to be have a silent and internal anger reaction

When he sees you raging for the first time, it catches him completely off guard

At first, he's worried something's wrong only to realize you were just frustrated at something that happened within the game

He'll understand the frustration you feel and tries to help cheer you up

He might not get raging at the game - since I personally headcanon that he either doesn't play them, or simply doesn't have the time for them - he won't mind it. Finds it a little humorous when you get worked up over something he thinks is trivial

Catch him cheering you on and/or encouraging you during a difficult part or boss

Absolutely hams it up when you're doing well too

Keegan―

He finds your raging at the game very amusing

Count on him to tease you during the worst moments just to rile you up even more

I can see Keegan enjoying seeing the fiestier side of you regardless of the frustration and anger you're feeling

Still, he'll sit there right with you, and depending on whether or not he's been paying attention, sometimes he'll even join you in said raging

If you were closing to defeating a boss or other player and died before beating them, he'll understand the raging wholeheartedly

Isn't a backseat gamer type, but will offer some tips to try and help you, if he can

#call of duty x reader #price x reader #soap x reader #simon riley x reader #gaz x reader #konig x reader #keegan russ x reader #cod headcanons #headcanons #requests #soaps-loverrr #soaps loverrr #my writing

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runicarbiter02 · 9 months ago

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could you do an enemies to lovers type thing with keegan. like the reader and him never got along since the reader joined the ghosts. if not that completely fine 🫶🫶

I'm so sorry it took so long to get to this, darling! Uni has been kicking my ass this year, but I'm moving back home tomorrow, so I'll have a lot more time to answer requests! Requests are open if any of you wish to send anything in, and I love you all very much! <3

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You'd worked your ass off to become a part of the Ghosts. Years of training, busting your ass, standing up for yourself, and proving yourself were so, so worth it when you found out you'd be transferred onto the team.

Or... so you thought.

Keegan doesn't take kindly to new members. The Ghosts are a tight-knit group who've been through a whole lot of shit together. They'd bled and screamed and cried and grieved together. They're brothers. And you're an entirely new variable that throws his meticulously and perilously balanced routine and norm off kilter.

It doesn't matter if you're masc, femme, something in between, or not anywhere near: you're an unaccounted for and uncalculated variable.

He's standoffish and condescending with you, especially if you're ranked below him. He is extra hard on your during drills and training, and he always shuts down your ideas, never giving you the chance to shine.

Overall, he's a major ass.

Hesh constantly chides him for it, while Logan ends up being a silent pillar of support for you. He knows Keegan is just wary, not wanting to see another get killed, and he knows Keegan is also afraid that you will get one of his brothers killed.

Logan and you grow quite close. Keegan hates it. He always fears the worst.

Eventually, however, he begins to sing a whole different tune. He's not sure how the mission had gone wrong, but it did. Their intel had been way off, and they had met far more enemies than expected. At exfil, he's taking a head count and he feels his heart leap into his throat when he realizes that two are missing: you, and Logan.

When he sees you finally lumbering to exfil, his first instinct is to tear into you, chew you up, and spit you out. But, he stops when he sees you're practically dragging a limp body with you.

He races over, helping you support Logan's injured body, and he looks at you as if seeing you for the first time. You had gone back and put your life on the line to protect one of his brothers, one of which he's most protective of. He sees the terror in your eyes, not for yourself, but for Logan. And it's like a switch flips.

He knows when he needs to own up for his mistakes. He stops at your bunk that night after everyone had been to medical, had showered, eaten, and had time to wind down a bit. He apologizes; a genuine, honest apology. He explains himself, not to justify his actions, but merely with a hope you'll understand.

He begins to watch your back. He searches for you in every room he walks into. Sees flickers of you in the smiles of his brothers, in their warm eyes when you make a joke. He sees you.

He's never one to hesitate, and when he realizes what he's feeling, he knows it's better to lay it out then let it fester like an untreated wound.

He sits down with you, looks you in the eye, and tells you everything he's feeling. Whether you return those feelings or not, he'll respect your decision. He can be professional, and all he'd really like is for you to be safe and happy.

But, when you give him that sweet smile and admit you feel the same, the look of relief upon his face is immediate. All he can do is smile, boyish and shy, and he gently takes your hand.

He'd lean in and press the gentlest kiss to your forehead, far gentler than he thought himself ever capable of.

"Never heard better news in my life, sunshine."

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pear1escence · 1 year ago

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When no one’s around (18+)

Keegan P. Russ x fem!Reader

Content Warnings: Smut, blowjob, fingering, light degradation.

A/N: Writing this was such a pain, could only finish that last part cus I was in the horny😞 2,3k words

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You can’t seem to get comfortable on the couch. Not with the lack of a pillow behind you, instead having the edge of the armrest digging into the back of your head, not with the couch pillows that aren’t soft enough to really sink into. No, the couch in Keegan’s home office was really just for decoration, to fill up the space of the room, another touch you’d added to piff up the space to your liking.

The sound of his computer keys merge with the sound of your music as he clicks away at it. He’s entirely focused on his work, much to your displeasure. This wasn’t at all what you’d had in mind for the evening, but he was a busy man, and you didn’t want to disturb him when he had work to finish up.

You can’t seem to stay still, hands jittering from the book in your lap to your phone to change playlists, or scroll away on Pinterest. He hasn’t even glanced over at you. Hasn’t said anything to you during the half hour that you’ve spent in there. Ugh.

You seem to catch his attention with your constant shuffling, though, and he huffs out a laugh as those pale blue eyes finally meet yours. “Come over here, baby. Keep me company.” That gorgeous, deep tone of his voice, sweet and intoxicating like honey, finally drawing you out of your boredom.

You’re at his side in a moment, his arm reaching around your waist to pull you over his lap. It’s not hard to make yourself comfortable on the width of his thighs, the soft fabric of his sweats underneath your bare legs. “Been neglecting you, haven’t I?” He murmurs, voice laced with humor. His arm stays around your waist, the short sleeve of his shirt pulled around his bicep and showing off his well-earned muscles.

Your hand traces down his arm to take his, your fingers playing with his hand while it slips underneath your shirt to rub at the side of your stomach. “Mhm, you have.” Your head tips back, placing a kiss on his neck, the comforting smell of him calming you.

His other hand leaves his keyboard as well, finding its place massaging the chubbiness of your inner thigh. His legs spread wider, and in response you spread your thighs to accommodate, pressing yourself closer to him. You’re not sure if you’ve imagined the sharp breath that leaves him, but no, it’s just been a little too long since you’ve had time for each other, time lost to his near constant travels and your own work.

“M‘sorry, doll. Been ignoring my girl, hm? Left you to please yourself all on your own?” The way his voice gets so deep when he speaks quietly. God. “Fuck, it’s been long, huh?” He laughs, and yeah, you feel his cock swelling underneath you. His hand moves to cup your cunt through the fabric of your sweatshirts, a sigh leaving you at the pressure of his hand, your cotton panties rubbing against your clit.

“Too long.” You mutter, “Missed the way you touch me.” And fuck, you really have. Your fingers can’t compare to the way his fingers can fill you up, can’t come close to the way the thickness of his cock stretches you out so well.

You move your hips in a teasing, circular motion, a deliciously deep groan leaving his lips as his thighs jut forwards. In return, he grinds his cock against your ass, the additional feeling of his hand pressing onto you causing you to whine in anticipation.

His hands move to push both your shorts and underwear off your thighs, hoisting your thighs over his to gain him access. He raises his hand, sucking his fingers into his mouth to coat them in his spit before he moves to rub his fingertips over your clit.

Your back arches against his chest, legs spreading wider. “Mmf…Keegan..” you whine, a drawn out, needy little sound. His fingers move in slow circles, his head leaning forwards to bite and suck at your neck. “Needy fucking thing, aren’t you?” His voice is just a murmur, words spoken directly into your ear and sending jolts down your body. “Can’t get yourself off properly on your own?” His finger rubs at your core, dipping into your cunt, causing an embarrassing whine to leave your lips.“No, no…you need me for that, can’t make yourself feel as good as I can.” He’s being mean, fuck, that mocking tone in his voice, you can feel your pussy get slicker with the need for the pleasure he could give you.

He pushes two fingers into you, and ffffuck if it doesn’t feel good. Pumping inside you and out in quick movements, rubbing at that spot he knows send jolts of pleasure up your stomach. His other hand presses down on your stomach, increasing the pleasure, and your hand on his bicep squeezes desperately for support, your sounds filling the room. Fuck, it’s not fair, the way he knows just how to touch you to get you like this.

“Feels good, yeah? Can’t even leave you to yourself for a week? you just get so fuckin’ desperate for me, sweet girl.”

Your fingers reach down to stop him, the attempt pathetic, weak, but his movements slow. You turn your body around to straddle him, your hand moving over the bulge of his cock in his sweats, palming his hard-on through the fabric. The groan that leaves his lips makes you want to get on your knees and suck him off just to hear the other noises he’d make.

Keegan’s hand moves to weave itself in the root of your hair, pulling your head up to meet your eyes. He’s got that almost hazy look in his eyes, probably mirroring your own expression, his breath heavy. “You wanna get on your knees? Suck me off?” His words send shocks through your stomach, a whine leaving your lips. His thumb traces your bottom lip, moving to dip into your parted lips. Your tongue gives the pad of his thumb a little lick, your lips closing around it and sucking at his thumb.

He slaps your cheek with his other hand, an amused look in his eyes. “Words, baby, wanna hear you say it. Gone stupid on me, have you, dollface?” His thumb stays on your bottom lip while his other hand moves downwards. He flicks your clit, causing you to jump and earn a laugh from him, before he rubs slow, small circles over your clit, immediately easing the pain.

You rock back and forth, chasing the pleasure of his fingers rubbing at you. “Yes, yeah, fuck…wanna make you…ffeel good too, Keegs…”

He smiles in an almost teasing manner, his hand reaching up to squeeze a handful of your ass. “C’mon then, pretty girl..on your knees.”

Your bare knees rub against the rough fabric of the carpet as you shuffle onto the floor. You place your hands on his thighs, feeling the fabric of his sweats by running them up and down before coming up to his waistband. You shuffle his sweats down to his knees, exposing the loose boxers sitting around his waist. He’s hard as a rock underneath that black fabric, a wet mark over the swell of his tip where he’s leaking pre.

You hum in approval, causing him to chuckle, his hand coming up to bury itself in the root of your hair. “Hurry up.” He mutters, and you glare at him, rolling your eyes. He’s got that snarky, annoying smirk on his face, making you consider the option of leaving him to pleasure himself, just for a moment. Nah. He’s too tempting right now.

You wrap your hand around his cock, jacking him through the fabric of his boxers. You’re growing slow, so fucking slowly that you can see the annoyance growing in his eyes. You laugh, a grin spreading across your face much to his annoyance, and his hands find the hem of his waistband almost immediately to pull them down and out of the way.

“So impatient,” you mutter, sending him a quick, alluring smile.

You spit into the palm of your hand, reach out to touch him. He inhales sharply, and you wouldn’t have noticed the slight tense of his thighs if you weren’t staring so intensely. You want to stretch this out for long, pull his patience thin, get him all riled up and frustrated, and your eyes flicker to his face to gage his reaction.

Your fingertips trace over the reddened, sensitive skin of his tip, barely skimming over the area, moving downwards to travel down the underside of his length, down to the root of his cock. He doesn’t look annoyed. Instead, there’s a look of confidence in his eyes, calm, so like him. His eyes roam over you, taking in your features, the sparkle in your eyes, glossed lips and your teasing smile. Fuck, he’s hot.

The way he looks at you makes your stomach flutter, the way he seems so content to let you play with him like this, leaned back on his chair, just admiring the pretty girl on her knees in front of him, his pretty girl. He has an air of dominance around him, even though you’re the one controlling his pleasure right now. Not aggressive, not particularly sexual either, just an unspoken agreement between the two of you that Keegan is in control.

Two of your fingers connect with your thumb to wrap around him, stroking along the length of his cock, your thumb coming up to rub circles around his tip while you lean forwards to lap at his balls. Your free hand comes up to trace the skin along his inner thigh, and his moving to rest on the back of your neck. Your lips wrap around his balls, coating them in your saliva before his hand pushes you closer, making you shift your attention to lick a trail up his dick. He hums in approval, his thighs spreading further.

Your lips wrap around the tip of his cock, suckling gently while your tongue swirls around the tip. “Thaaats it, good girl.” He groans, his eyes meeting yours when you look up at him through your eyelashes. You flatten your tongue along his shaft, opening your mouth wider to take him deeper. One of your hands fondling his balls, slick with your spit, the other stroking his cock while you suck him off. The hand on your head kneading into your hair, pushing you to take more of him. “C’mon, take me deeper, fuckkk, you’re such a slut for me.” He groans.

His hand keeps guiding you, forcing your head further down, your mouth stuffed with his cock. You moan around him, the taste of his pre bitter on your tongue, you gag when he finally pushes your head all the way down. “You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth, sucking me off like a fucking whore. Should keep you on your knees all the time while I work, hm? Make time pass by a lot faster, you want that?” His voice getting all deep and throaty.

You can barely catch your breath, flattening your tongue along his dick while he bobs your head up and down. You’re almost ashamed of how much you enjoy it, the way he uses your mouth for his pleasure like this, your panties soaked through with your wetness. You don’t notice his hand has moved before he slaps you across the face, hard, with the hand on your head keeping you in place. “Answer me.” He speaks, your eyes brimming with tears as you look back at him. He smirks as he pushes you back down on his cock, causing you to whine in surprise, and you can’t form proper words with your mouth stuffed. “Yes,” you whimper, sounding more like an ‘eth’, and he chuckles in response, gripping your hair with more force and moving you along his cock. His noises grow in volume as his movements grow faster, deep groans leaving his mouth as his head falls back against the back of his chair.

“Fuck, feels so fucking good, you’re so good.” He groans, a broken moan of your name escaping him. His back curves, and he slides further towards the edge of his seat. His hand grips your hair tightly, roughly bobbing your head up and back down his cock. “M’close, so fucking close, babydoll.” He moans, “Gonna paint that pretty face with my cum, shit.”

He was babbling mindlessly, drunk on pleasure and solely focused on how good you felt around his cock. “Fuckkk, doll, love that pretty fucking mouth, love the way you suck my cock, taking me like a fucking slut.” He groans, and you look up at him to catch the expression on his face. He’s struggling to keep his eyes on you, his brows knotted together in pleasure, biting his lip so hard you’re surprised he hasn’t drawn blood.

“Shit, m’ so fuuucking close, baby, i’m gonna cum, fuck I’m gonna cum, all over that gorgeous face, shiiit-“ his eyes rolling back as his thighs jut upwards, causing you to gag as his cock hits the back of your throat, “Gonna fucking-“ his hand harshly pull you off his cock as he grips his cockshaft, stroking himself desperately. You stick your tongue out for him, your eyes completely fixated on his face, the way his mouth drops open in pleasure, a strum of ‘fuck fuck fuck’s leaving his mouth as a string of white cum shoots out, coating your tongue and your face as he moans desperately, fucking gone in pleasure.

When the high of his orgasm fades, he slumps back on his chair, his arms slung onto the armrests. His chest heaves as he takes in one heavy breath after the other, eyes remaining closed. You breathe out a laugh, swallowing the spend that landed on your tongue as his hand comes up to caress your cheek. He breathes out a ‘thank you’ before his hand falls to rest on his knee.

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