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Keegan Russ folding as soon as your eyes get glossy and wet. it doesnât matter why, all that matters is that heâs taking care of you now. âSsh, câmere sweetheart.â, voice smooth and low, shushing you while petting your hair. did that animal shelter ad make you teary-eyed? oh, baby, Keegan canât have that. heâll smooth his palm down your back while comforting you, whispering that those puppies will find homes. hell, heâd call right now if you wantâ no, heâll call and tell his team to consider adopting puppies, does that help?
Keegan Russ who backtracks his teasing when your waterline collects tears, croons sweet apologies for pushing your buttons. he was mean, wasnât he? heâs sorry, shouldâve known he was pushing you too much. âBaby, câmonâ no, itâs not okay.â, he hugs you close, kisses the side of your head as he gently sways with you, âShouldâve known better than that, Iâm sorry.â. whether he playfully refused to kiss you too many times or cracked a few too many jokes at your expense, heâll cradle your face in his rough hands while pecking your forehead
Keegan Russ who never shames you for the tears that start welling in your eyes. he might be an asshole sometimes, but heâd never call you a crybaby in mean spirit. he loves that cry over anything, if it means he gets to comfort you he welcomes it. it isnât silly or dumb to him, heâll thumb your tears away and hold you tight. he carries tissues in his back pocket for you, cracks a smile watching you wipe the corner of your eyes - you look pretty with wet eyes, heâs grown fond of the red tint in your sclera. heâll offer his shoulder to you any time
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Cherie luveeee. Wish you good and healthy, beautiful.
I got someting.
You know those retired dog officers that have been trained for jungkies and bombs?? We adopt them while cod characters are away for deployments, because we're lonely and literal scary dog privileges hehe.
And when they're home, our dog gets alert and quite relentless by the smells until we pay the good officer jerky and 2 ice cubes.
It's messy, but hope you understand what I mean.
Dw i see your vision and tried to execute it
âȘ©âȘš price, ghost, soap, gaz, roach, alejandro, rudy, phillip graves, makarov, keegan, könig, horangi, nikto
No cuz imagine missing that security, yearning for those big strong muscle arms wrapping around you and engulfing your body in theirs >.<
BuT, youâre alone at home, that emptiness roaming the halls and dark rooms as the orange glow of the afternoon sun seeps through the blinds and the most awful melancholy hits you. You grab your keys and go out for a drive not being able to stand the loneliness anymore.
Youâre driving around downtown and spot a shelter, you saw a poster on the glass display for cats. Only to walk in and be told that theyâve all been adopted, youâre ready to walk out until a yelp can be heard from one of the kennels and see a German shepherd watching you with his big brown eyes, head laying on his paws. Your heart squeezes and itâs as if youâre made for one another. Without another thought you ask for it and after a few moments youâre walking out with your new companion.
You spend the next couple of weeks bonding with the dog, taking him out on walks and sleeping peacefully on your bed despite your military bf/husband gone because you know the canine sleeping on the bedroom floor will protect you. You even go out a little more often than you would when they're on deployment because you've got your guard dog scaring away those with wrong intentions but is secretly a sweetheart within.
And it isn't until your partner comes back, late at night, that your dog raises his head, ears attentive and listening to the footsteps of heavy boots probably leaving dirt all over the clean entrance hallway and making their way up the stairs to the bedroom. He can sense a strange new smell, much stronger than your subtle scent. The overpowering new scent awakens his instincts and he's at the door in an instant growling and waking you up.
Much to the confusion and frustration of the dog, you're not as wary as you should be. You freely open the door and welcome the soldier who's been away for too long into your arms.
Price would be too engulfed in your embrace to notice the dog growling lowly at him. It would only be when he leans down to put away his shoes and place the duffle bag slung over his shoulder that he'd come face to face with the dog's snout sniffing him over. He'd ask where you got it from and once the dog realized there is no threat they'd get used to each other quickly.
Simon wouldn't appreciate the hair the dog has left on the side of the bed that's usually his. But he commends you for being smart and getting a dog, and not just any fluffy golden retriever, no you got a dog breed he can trust will use the best of their instincts to take care of you. He'll be at ease knowing he's not leaving you alone anymore.
Johnny would have a close call getting bitten by the doggo. Maybe warn him, yeah? But he's all over the dog, petting it, asking what's his name. And he most likely wouldn't get much sleep despite arriving late home. The dog is all excited about a new person in the house and be all over him.
Kyle tries his darn best to earn that dog's trust and convince them he's not a threat. It's not that the dog smells bad intentions from him, he just doesn't like the proximity between the both of you. Noses in between you both while you're giving Kyle a kiss on the lips. After a few treats, he got the dog to calm down and sit at the far end of the room, keeping an eye just in case lol.
Gary loves dogs and tbh he thinks this was a surprise you had planned for him. The dog can't even do his regular routine of sniffing the person because Gary is hugging him, petting and scratching behind the dog's ears. The dog loves the attention though and quickly warms up to him.
Alejandro would get a good scare at this big dog standing in the doorway watching him. Would curse loud enough his mother could surely hear from her grave and rise to throw a chancla at him. He's tired, has had a long drive and in his usual good mood would dote on the dog but not when he's on the verge of collapsing from exhaustion. Doesn't even say anything much after that and just grabs you, collapses into bed with you in his arms and falls asleep.
Rudy's first thought is that a stray dog got in and would be concerned for your safety but then sees the collar around the dog's neck and know right away he's part of the family now. And no matter how tired he is, Rudy would still sit there and with the dog resting on his lap, would ask you how you got him, where, what's his name, how you've been feeling after adopting him, etc.
Phillip doesn't pay mind to the dog, even if its growling at him and even baring teeth. Plenty of people do that to him at work, he's used to it. Man has two things in his mind since pulling into the driveway; you and rest. He takes a quick shower, doesn't even bother putting actual clothes on and just falling asleep in a towel wrapped around his waist. The dog just standing next to the bed at Phillip's side, smelling his face curiously.
Makarov isn't surprised to be greeted by dogs at the door because he's probably already owned a few big dogs but they're usually kept outside. Kicks his shoes off, which distract the snarling dog who goes after his shoes only seeing a new toy. He goes right over and starts getting ready to sleep until he turns to face your side confused to see the dog in between the both of you with his shoe in his mouth.
Keegan couldn't care less, he has no thoughts at the moment. His eyes barely register the dog who won't stop thrusting his nose into his face when he leans down to pull off his boots and socks. He just grumbles something and pushes the dog away who follows after him. He kisses you goodnight or hello, he doesn't know anymore, gives the dog a pat on the head and drifts off to sleep.
König the type to just stand there staring at the dog who stares right back at him. Surely, with how sleep deprived he is he must think it's an hallucination or maybe he's asleep and already dreaming. Reaches out, letting the dog sniff his hand and when he feels the warm breath from the dog's nostrils tickle his hand he simply nods approvingly. He'll make friends with the dog tomorrow.
Horangi would probably set off all of the dog's danger sensors because of his nature of doing things. Like he gets home, slams the door shut, his heavy footsteps making their way to you, throwing his duffle bag on the floor and tackling you (lovingly ofc duh) would make the dog think you're getting attacked.
Nikto would start asking you all sorts of question, interrogating you almost. Asking where the wolf came from, why did you get it, did you not feel safe to wait until he came back? He's asking more because he's genuinely concerned and wants to know if something specific happened that made you feel like you needed a dog as big as the one currently stuffing his nose into the pockets of his jacket.
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Barista Keegan x reader
4.8k | fluff The barista at your campus library had the prettiest icy blues, striking against his black leather jacket
It was ten minutes to your next lecture. You gathered your laptop and notes off the table and took the last sip of your coffee â bland now because the ice had melted.
On your way out, you placed the dirty glass on the counter as you mumbled a thanks. The barista, always the same one with the prominent blue eyes, turned from the machine and nodded wordlessly over his shoulder.
The class was always slow, but the coffee helped you to not doze off. Besides, you had something to look forward to after. Outside the lecture hall, your best friend waved at you with a grin. You couldnât help but return it. She linked arms with you and headed to the parking lot.
âI think Iâm getting this,â Monty said as she held her phone out, showing you the birthday dress for her dinner the coming month. Sheâd been looking forward to the trip to the boutique for her dress fitting.
âOh, thatâs a lovely colour!â you gushed, admiring the pinkish champagne fabric. She would look gorgeous in it.
As you climbed into the front seat of her car, you stalled as you saw the barista again. It was your first time seeing him without his signature apron, but it wasnât hard to recognise his jet-black hair and sharp jaw. He zipped up his leather jacket and swung his leg over his bike before looking up. The eye contact made your heart stop, but you quickly snapped your gaze away and strapped yourself in.
Monty chuckled, following your previous line of sight. âIs that the barista from the library?â
Out the windshield, he tipped his chin up slightly to fasten his helmet. It was enough for you to catch a glimpse of the movement of his thick neck. He leaned in, looking impressively built grasping the handlebar of his black motorbike as it came to life with a rumble. With the back of his boot, he flipped the kickstand up and rode away.
âI knew you always had a thing for bikers,â she teased.
You waved your hand dismissively, the heat creeping up your neck.
âWell, I was asking if youâd like a dress in a matching shade?â
âOf course! I have time this weekend, I can find-â            Â
âGreat, because I was thinking you can try on some dresses with me too.â She beamed, starting her car. âThe sooner the better, right?â
The outing lasted longer than expected - the both of you had too much fun trying on all the cute dresses. While Monty settled with her initial choice, you found a simple one in a complimentary shade. After dinner and a movie, she dropped you home close to 11. Unfortunately, it meant you had more schoolwork to do the next day to make up for it.
Last semester, the university got the library revamped with an atrium and a coffee shop. Youâd made it a habit to study there, and inadvertently saw the barista a lot. You didnât mean to. It was not your fault he worked there on the days you came in.
You usually came between classes, but that Friday was an exception. When you found yourself heading to the library after your only class, you told yourself it was because the atmosphere was less depressing than your cramped studio apartment. It didnât hurt that the drinks were good.
Definitely not because of the handsome and tattooed barista with his pretty eyes. Or that his voice was ridiculously silky like he was purring when he repeated your order at the register. Did he always sound like that, or was it just his library voice?
âOne iced caramel latte,â he called in a gentle tone.
From across the room, you made your way to the counter. When you looked up, he smiled at you.
Despite his deadpan tone and sharp eyes, it wasnât that he was unfriendly. He was always polite, but it was your first time seeing him really smile â like he meant to.
You flashed him a smile in return as the butterflies stirred in your belly, but averted your gaze down to his nametag. Keegan R. Obviously still the same since you first saw it those months ago.
âThank you,â you mumbled. You grabbed your drink and hurried back to your table.
You werenât there to see him â wasnât trying to. It wasnât your fault he worked there, was it?
As you sipped between the pages of your textbook, you looked up to the darkening sky, the clouds swirling. The trees swayed in the wind before the first drop of rain splattered on the tall glass ceiling.
It looked like the rain would last a while. You pulled out your earbuds, preferring the pitter patter of the rain and powered through your essay. Thankfully, you werenât stuck somewhere unpleasant, and you had almost two hours until the library closed. Surely the rain would have passed by then.
Wrong.
When a figure approached you, the rain had barely slowed.
âJust a heads up, dear, we close in 15 minutes,â the librarian said, always with the polite smile.
âRight. Okay.â
âDiana, mind if I lock up today? Iâll have to wait the rain out anyway,â Keegan chimed from his counter.
âOh, sure,â she answered and looked back at you. âWell, you can stay longer then.â
You nodded. âThanks.â
As the last few students left the building, you thought it was Diana approaching your table once more, but it was Keegan instead.
âWould you like anything else to drink? On the house.â
âSorry?â
âI get a free drink for each shift. I figured Iâd make you something since you come here a lot.â
You didnât know what to make of the fact that he noticed, but you smiled. âDealerâs choice? Whateverâs convenient for you.â
You looked up when Diana bade her goodbyes to Keegan and dropped her keys off on the counter, leaving the both of you in the building. You supposed it was time for a break. You packed your books aside and pulled up a gameplay video of your latest obsession.
âOne iced Franken-latte.â Keegan placed two cups on the table. âOr two. It didnât fit in one glass.â
âA what?â
âFrankenstein latte. Iâve never tried it, but my coworker always makes it after his shift.â
So it wasnât his library voice. His voice was that honeyed for no reason.
You tried to bite down your grin. âOne for you then.â
âWhy not.â He shrugged, blue eyes wondering to your laptop screen. âIs that A Way Out?â
âYes! Have you played?â
He pulled out the chair next to you. âMy roommate absolutely sucks at games so not more than an hour unfortunately. Have you?â
You shook your head. âGot no console,â you said, reaching for the cup. âWell, thanks for this.â
He hummed and followed suit after you took a sip of the unsuspecting latte.
You didnât want to be rude, but your brows couldnât help but knit. Your wary gaze slid to him. Was this a prank?
Keegan turned to you with a deadpan expression before sighing. âThat tastes terrible.â He placed the cup back on the table. âI knew it. I shouldnât have trusted Kick and his fruity, salted caramel toothpaste.â
You laughed. âWhat the hell is in this?â
âA dash of every syrup.â He got up, heat colouring his cheeks. âIâm so sorry. He swears itâs the best, but Iâm not sure what he smokes anymore these days.â He gathered your cups and made his way behind the counter.
You followed him, still chuckling as he dumped the cursed lattes in the sink.
âCould I make you something else?â he called behind his shoulder.
âThatâs fine.â You looked out the window. âI think the rain wonât last much longer anyway.â
He turned to you, seemingly wounded by the rejection. âIâm sorry. I promise I didnât do it on purpose. I do hope that wouldnât stop you from coming back.â
âItâs fine. Iâll be back, of course,â you reassured. âAt least we can say weâve tried every syrup.â
His shoulders relaxed as he gave you a small smile. As he cleaned his station for closing, you leaned against the wooden counter and asked what heâd been playing on his console. You discussed your favourite games and upcoming releases, finding that you both had a common taste in games.
You made him laugh. The way the deep rumble from his chest made you bite your lip, it was just as well he had his back to you. At least he wouldnât catch you staring at his muscles casually flexing as he wiped down the already-spotless stainless-steel counters.
âAll done now,â he announced, taking one last look at his work. He reached behind to remove his apron before excusing himself to the back of the house.
You almost didnât notice the rain had stopped to a mere trickle. You, too, retreated to your table to pack your laptop. Embarrassment flared at how much you enjoyed looking at him and his tattooed arms. You could only do it from across the room, so how could anyone blame you for being greedy when you could stand so close? But you werenât supposed to be admiring him any more than you already did whenever you studied, yet there you were, fuelling your aimless infatuation.
Moments after, he joined you at the door, now clad in his leather jacket and backpack, his shiny black helmet in hand.
âThanks again for the drink,â you said as he locked up. âKeegan,â you added, albeit a little too late for it to sound natural.
He turned to you with a sparkle in his vibrant blue eyes. âYouâre welcome. I promise to make you something better next time.â
You only realised now he was a few inches taller than you. You smiled before shifting your gaze to your feet and nodded.
âWhere did you park?â
âIâm walking home.â
âDo you want a ride?â he asked, not missing a beat.
Keegan rode slow the few minutes to your apartment. He wore his backpack in reverse and said you could hold onto its straps - out of courtesy you hoped. Heâd been too nice with the drink and ride, but at least your place was on his way to his, so you didnât feel too bad.
You thanked him in front of your building, earning you a nod. Or maybe more, who knew, he had his helmet on. With that, you turned, chewing on your lip. The flutters were more than just from the thrill of the ride.
Being so close to him, you couldnât help but inhale him in the breeze. Â The sweet earthiness of leather, robust coffee, a hint of sweat, and a dash of smoke and gasoline somewhere in there. The scent would haunt you for a little longer.
After two steps, he called, âH-Hey- uh, hold on.â
Keegan couldnât believe it. He got your number.
Never mind that he stumbled over his words when he asked. It didnât help that the wind had tousled your hair making you even more adorable. But you smiled so sweetly when you handed his phone back to him and he had your number.
For months, each week youâd come to the library two out of the four days he worked. Of course he noticed. Youâd pick the table in the far corner and study with your earphones on. You were always a little shy, never meeting his eyes for more than a few seconds each time. No matter, it meant he had more time to look at your pretty face up close, because otherwise he could only steal glances from afar.
In his last year of engineering degree, he had far fewer classes and could work more hours. But when he studied behind the counter, it didnât feel as lonely with you there across the room.
But you were always just that to him: a muse, a fantasy, a distant company. He didnât know any more than your name. He didnât know what you studied, if you had a boyfriend⊠He didnât even want to smile nor acknowledge this - what if he got too attached?
But that Thursday when you tore your gaze away from his in the parking lot, something shifted. Maybe he wasnât just a dude who made your coffee after all.
So on Friday the next day when you unexpectantly came, Keegan couldnât hold back his excitement. You usually came on Tuesday and Thursday, he assumed between classes. It was just his luck you stayed until closing so he could make a complimentary drink for his favourite customer. Baristas did that all the time, right?
However, in the flurry, he didnât think through Kickâs recipe. Heâd always been skeptical, but why else would his colleague make it so often? He should have listened to his guts because it was repulsive. But you laughed, and- oh God, you were so pretty. And you liked the games he liked? It was unbelievable.
So with his back to you, he scrubbed and scrubbed the counters as you chatted until his arms ached. He didnât want to turn to you and look creepy with his uncontainable grin. Would he ever get another chance to talk to you like this again?
He spent his entire weekend itching to say something to you, but he couldnât figure out what to text and therefore was forced to wait until youâd drop by the library again. He didnât see you on Monday, as heâd expected. But when Tuesday afternoon came around, the buzz in him intensified. Any minute now.
When you approached the glass door, he busied himself, not wanting to look like a puppy with its wet nose against the window as its tail wagged. But when you said hello, he whipped to you so fast, the grin already on his face.
âHi. What can I get you today?â
You smiled, maybe even laughed a little. Did his voice crack?
Your gaze dropped to the summer menu. âOne pink lemonade, please.â
He tapped on the tablet. âMy treat. To make up for the other day.â
âOh, no. You canât do that-â
He turned to the fridge. âComing right up.â
You placed the bills into the tip jar instead.
On your way to your next class, you placed the dirty cup on the counter. âThanks, Keegan. See you around.â
He made his way to you and cleared his throat. âI can give you a ride home on Thursday if you want,â he said, remembering last week when he saw you at the parking lot. âIâll bring my old helmet you can wear.â
âOh, youâve been too nice. Thanks so much, but I donât want to trouble you.â
âItâs no trouble at all. I really donât mind, but thatâs only if you want to.â
You smiled. âIf you say so.â
When your lecture ended that Thursday, Keegan was already waiting with a tumbler of lemonade and two helmets. You came out with a girl next to you, radiant as you chatted with her. Sheâd come to the library a few times with you to get her caramel macchiato with oat milk.
You did a double take, but your smile widened when your pretty eyes met his. You were supposed to meet him at the library, but heâd taken the liberty to surprise you instead. You introduced him to your friend Montana who didnât bother to hide the knowing look she shot your way.
It only made his stomach flip. Was he being too obvious?
In front of his bike, you waved goodbye at Montana as she drove off. Perhaps it wasnât the best idea riding in the summer, a fact heâd never mulled over until he stood there as you sipped your ice cold lemonade. He gulped.
With a small laugh, you offered the last half of the drink, which he gladly chugged. It was just what he needed.
He handed you his old helmet, deep red - his first one. It was perfectly functional, albeit scuffed up from all the times he carelessly dropped it onto the grating pavement, or knocked it over tables and chairs over the years.
âDo you have anywhere to be?â
He zipped his jacket up. âNo. Why?â
âYou want to get something to eat?â
He smiled. âWe can go anywhere.â
Keegan picked his favourite burger joint, the one at the pier. You chatted as you ate, and as pretty as the ocean was outside, the air conditioning indoors was too comfortable to pass up on. You shared another serving of fries, and he wished the table was smaller so he could be closer to you.
Why did it feel so good being around you? There was no awkward silence even when no words were exchanged. The quiet was easy; on his brain too, because heâd never been the chattiest in the room. You exuded serenity, the kind that gave him a dash of nervousness that kept his stomach tossing in delight. He couldnât look away - he wanted to lean in closer and closer.
You insisted on paying, and with a pleased smile, he let you. It would simply be an excuse to return the favour with more drinks.
Later when you hopped on his bike, he didnât expect for your arms to wrap around his waist. His breath hitched. Was this really happening? Surely, you only did this for safety purposes. He shouldnât be reading that much into it. Although it would be embarrassing if you could feel his heartbeat going crazy if you leaned in any longer.
When you got off his bike in front of your building, he turned to you and popped his visor up.
You took the helmet off and handed it back to him. âThanks for today, Keegan.â
âYouâre welcome.â He took it with a grin. âI had fun.â
You smiled. âMe too.â
âI was wondering⊠If youâd like to come over and play A Way Out tomorrow? Alex should be home too. We can get pizza for dinner after.â He was glad his face was covered because he could have sworn he was beet red under it. âOnly if you have time, of course.â
You averted your eyes, but your smile only brightened. âIâd like that.â
âThen you keep this. For tomorrow.â He held out the helmet towards you.
And so it became a routine.
Some days, Keegan would wait with a drink in his tumbler in front of your lecture hall before heading to his own class. Once a week, youâd make him sandwiches for lunch and drop them off at the library. Sometimes youâd do schoolwork there together.
He tried to not make it obvious that every now and then heâd linger around to spend a little more time with you, be it to grab a bite or to simply give you a ride home â something he always did when your schedules allowed anyway. But on Fridays, you always came over to his place to game.
Not only was co-op gaming with you insanely fun, he also guided you on how to play some of his favourite single-player games. The way youâd laugh in delight, he could listen to you all day. And he did, sitting next to you watching you play. This was more his thing anyway: enjoying your presence without having to always talk.
Ajax, who was reserved (if he wasnât, Keegan wouldnât have been close friends with him since high school, let alone be his flatmate), didnât take long to warm up to you either. While he was quiet at the first pizza dinner, he lingered whenever he emerged out of his room, standing by the couch munching on his potato chips as he nodded approvingly at each shot you got. Soon, he would wedge himself next to Keegan to cheer you on and hype you up.
Youâd turn to him with a proud smile. Yeah, he could sit there next to you all day.
Meanwhile, something had been brewing in Keeganâs mind. Heâd been wanting to take you to the helmet shop too pick out something you like, but he was worried it was too forward, too much of a commitment. What if you got the wrong idea? Well, evidently, he did want to articulate that idea, but what if he scared you away instead? He hadnât even held your hand.
And so he did what he did best: be patient and wait. Heâd rather be sure you were comfortable with him than rush into things and ruin any chance he had with you. No matter how subtle, you would give him signs, right?
The last Saturday before Montyâs birthday, you went out for ice cream with her before going to her final fitting. When she suggested dinner afterwards, you told her youâd made plans with Keegan.
âSo whatâs going on with you and him?â she asked as she smoothed down her dress, smiling teasingly through the large full length mirror.
âNothing.â
âHeâll be your plus one at my dinner, right?â She twisted, inspecting the dress on her.
âWhat? No! He doesnât see me like that.â You swatted your hand. âWeâre just friends,â you trailed off, trying to not slump in your seat.
âHe definitely likes you! Why else would you be out with him on Saturday night?â
âHe doesnât. He⊠He never makes a move.â Your gaze dropped to the ground.
Monty marched to you and gripped you by the shoulders. âOh my God! How is waiting outside your lecture hall with a freshly made drink only to give you a ride home not a move?â
âButâŠâ
âI would have believed if you told me he didnât have the muscles to smile, until I saw him with you.â She shook her head. âThe poor guy. Put him out of his misery already!â
When Keegan picked you up for dinner from the boutique, Montana was all smiles while you couldnât seem to hold his gaze.
âIs something the matter?â he asked, handing you the helmet.
You shook your head, fastening the strap.
Youâd tell him when you were ready, and he could be patient. But at the taco place as he stared at you staring at your hands under the table â it was uncharacteristic of him, the silence grated against him. Did he do something?
âDid I-â
âKeegan,â you started at the same time, eyes flicking to him before dropping back.
âYes?â he asked hopefully.
âWould you want to come to Montyâs dinner with me?â
He grinned, relieved. âOf course, yes. It would be my pleasure.â
As if the tension had melted, you were your normal self again, giggly and warm. He wasnât sure if it was just his imagination, but you held his gaze longer than usual. He liked it. He loved looking into your pretty eyes. He scooted his seat closer to the table, letting his foot rest against yours. You didnât move away.
For dessert, he got you a churro from the food truck nearby. His stomach flipped when your fingers brushed his when he handed it to you.
On the way to yours, at the red light â oh, heâd been aching to do this for weeks - he finally plucked up the courage to squeeze his hand over yours as you held onto his waist. You held on tighter. He liked to think you smiled behind him, the shy kind perhaps. You always looked adorable with it.
Over the next week, you sat a little closer to him â maybe only an inch or two, but it didnât elude him. You didnât look away nearly as much as you used to either. He liked that you were finally comfortable enough with him.
In a burst of confidence, he grasped your hand as he walked you to class. It made his heart flutter whenever youâd look up at him with a smile like that. You walked closer to him, your other hand clasped over his tattooed arm. He bit down his grin.
Before Keegan knew it, it was Montanaâs birthday.
That evening, in front of the bathroom mirror, he brushed his fingers through his hair and leaned in, inspecting his handiwork. Was it supposed to look this way? He hadnât had to style his hair in such a long time (his helmet wouldnât have allowed it).
âDude, you look fine, I swear,â Ajax called from the couch. âShe already likes you anyway.â
He stood in front of the doorway facing his roommate, voice hopeful. âAre you sure?â
He did a once over as Keegan smoothed down his crisp black button down and dark jeans. Freshly shaved, heâd also put on some cologne for the occasion.
âAffirmative. Just go already!â He slipped past him, slamming the bathroom door behind him. âIâve been holding my piss in for half an hour!â
He laughed and bade his goodbye, not forgetting to pick up the keys on the table. Ajax had told him to drive his car for the night, an offer he gratefully took.
At your door, Keegan shifted his weight as he, once more, examined his boots, his hands shoved in his pockets. When you opened the door, his greeting wedged in his throat.
âYouâre-â His eyes scanned down your outfit, letting out an inaudible âwowâ. âYouâre gorgeous.â
You were stunning in your peach dress, the shade complementing your skin. Youâd done your hair too, pretty in your heels and glossy lips.
You smiled, reaching to place a hand on his forearm. âThank you. You look really nice yourself.â
At the venue, Montana lit up when she saw you, but clasped her hand over her laughter when she registered the large gift you carried. She donned a sequin dress, the shade similar to yours. You embraced and gushed over each otherâs outfit before her attention turned to the Hello Kitty plushie you cradled. She wore a pink helmet and a matching racing suit - you told him she was a Formula One fan. He smiled. It was endearing how much you adored each other.
Montana had assigned her boyfriend, Troy, and you to sit next to her, with Keegan by your side. She would have liked the Hello Kitty to get her own seat at the table too, alas, she didnât RSVP and had to sit among the other gifts. As you chatted with the neighbouring guests at dinner, your hand on his thigh comforted him. He didnât usually like large gatherings, especially one where he didnât know most of the attendants, but you didnât make him feel left out as you included him in the conversation. His hand enveloped yours in appreciation as he tried to hide his smile behind his glass.
After dessert, the ladies got up to dance to the upbeat music. You and your girls laughed on the dancefloor, enjoying yourselves. He couldnât help the grin that bloomed on his face. Did you always look that beautiful?
Focused on you, he didnât realise Montana had made her way to him.
âGo dance with her.â
Keegan chuckled. He didnât know how to dance.
âCome on, donât make her wait too long now.â She walked away, shooting a teasing smile over her shoulder.
He let out a small laugh as he pushed his chair back. If he had to embarrass himself, you were the only one he wanted to do it for. As he approached, your girls stepped away with a giggle, making you frown in confusion.
At the sight of him, you relaxed.
âWould you like to dance with me?â
You nodded, your smile widening.
He took a step in, tentatively resting his hands on your waist. You wrapped your arms around his neck and started swaying. He followed, careful to not step on your toes, but honestly, he was content to bask in the proximity and simply stare into your eyes like so.
Just as he thought the electronic music wasnât ideal, the song abruptly changed into something slower. You laughed. Montana couldnât have been more obvious with this, huh?
Your thumb brushed the nape of his neck, sending tingles down his spine. With a shaky breath, he leaned in, forehead resting against yours before shutting his eyes. This close, he could smell you â sweet and soft.
Were his palms sweating? Probably, but he couldnât tell with the way they fitted perfectly on your waist.
You rested your cheek on his shoulder, but must have felt his heartbeat picking up because you looked up at him with an amused look.
His icy blues were already on you, tender yet intense. âCan I kiss you?â
Your brilliant smile was all the answer he needed. Against your lips, he sighed deeply as his fingers curled over your waist, wanting to stay in the moment longer. You seemed to feel the same, your arms wrapping tighter around him as you pressed your body against his.
When you pulled away, he chuckled in awe while you looked away.
He tilted your face up to him, thumb brushing over your cheek. âWe should get you your own helmet.â
âIâd like that,â your murmured against his smile.
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Happy birthday to @operationdeadbolt my first ever Keegan simp friend!! Youâre such a cutie bundle of sunshine. I adore the way you love so much, so generously, gushing over the things you like. Talking to you always makes me smile, and you inspire me to keep enjoying life, to be grateful. You gave me the moon and I always think of you when I see it
Thank you for reminding me there is joy to be found everywhere. I hope happiness and resilience are always with you every step of the way. Hereâs to many more times weâre going to crush on cod dudes <3
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Ugh, sorry, more little blurbs while I try to write something cohesive.
Ghost who makes you call him sir in bed when he slaps you across the face, hiking one of your legs up to your stomach, fucking you on your side. "So good, little slut, so precious." He growls. Telling you to beg him louder, tell him how much you fucking like it when you take his cock deep inside your slutty hole. "Take that cock! Fuckin' take it, beg for it until I see those sweet tears."
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Simon who breathes you on, practically humps you, hands holding your stomach and smoothing over you arched hips off the bed. "Love... fuck, you're so good... like heaven around me-" Telling you how good you're being for him without him even having to ask you. "Taking it so deep, so fuckin' deep in that cock, all for me. All for me baby..." Driving his cock deep inside you, kissing your ear and telling you just have good you sound when you take it deep.
Keegan who handcuffs you to the bed, watching you moan and bounce with your wrists bound to the headboard. His hand firm in your messy hair, watching you cry as he ruthlessly bullies his thick cock deep inside you. "Look at you, all messed up just for me..." His pelvis slamming between your thighs with each heartbeat. "Fuckin' moan for me baby! Scream my name! Oh that's it! That's it get louder!"
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Keegan who handcuffs your wrists in front of you, giving him free will go tug on them. Leaning down to kiss your mouth open, tugging the cuffs lightly to push you down on his cock. "Fuck... Fuck baby you're gonna drive me crazy like that." He purrs against your lips, rolling his eyes and fucking his hips into you. "All up on my cock like that. Oh baby you make me want it-" Hearing you whimper into his mouth and kiss him back, feeling you taking his cock, it's all he needs.
König who loves to make your little back arch. Telling you to bend more or he'd break you. Firm hands on either side of your hips as he watches his cock slide deeply in and out of you. "Such a little thing I get the pleasure of breaking. Such a good little thing for me!" Telling you if you keep acting like such a slut he'll fill you up deep with it. "Quiet maus, I don't want the neighbors to hear what a filthy thing you are!"
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König who pants softly, hands on your hips bouncing you along his thick cock. Watching your stomach bulge slightly or your hole stretch, the tip of his cock pressing into the wall of your body. Watching your eyes flutter and you moan and moan around him. "I love you, I love you precious little thing..." Eyelids fluttering when he sees you crumble under your shaking thighs and the weight of your orgasm. "Oh so good liebling... Fuck, so so good.."
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''You're such a fucking asshole andâ'' Your words are interrupted by a whiny moan when Keegan starts to thrust up, not letting you get distracted by anything despite your rant.
''Yeah? Keep going, baby. Ride this fucking cock.'' You do as he says, getting on your feet to be able to ride him harder and deeper, the tip of his cock hitting your spongy cervix every single time he goes all the way in. One of your hands is on his hard chest for support, while the other one is holding his jaw, keeping his mouth open to hear the downright lewd groans leaving his lips.
''And... annoying. Cocky. Arrogantâ'' Each insult is punctuated by you dropping on his cock, walls tightening up even more when you feel him throbbing inside you.
''Horrible.'' You keep ranting about him despite how good he feels inside you, despite the way his fat cock has your lips gripping on him for dear life. He is all of those things and more, but the tension that has been building up to this day was impossible to ignore. You're impaling yourself down on his cock and he's letting you, mouth open slightly ajar and eyes rolling to the back of his head.
''Fuckâ yeah?'' He finds the energy to speak despite the way you're destroying his cock, not even thrusting up anymore and simply letting you do all the work. His hand trails up your spine, grasping at the hair on the back of your neck and keeping your head in place, letting you ride his cock despite his rough hold.
His hand lets go only to slap your face, making you ride faster despite the stinging pain. What a fucking asshole. It doesn't take long for you to return the favor, hand coming up to slap the annoying smirk off of his faceâ and it works shortly, he looks shocked at getting slapped back, yet pure amusement is soon written all over his annoyingly handsome face, seeing it as a challenge.
You know you fucked up when his calloused hands grasp your waist, holding you in place before using his strength to switch positions, now on top of you. His cock thrusts even deeper like this, hitting your cervix over and over at an almost punishing pace.
''Acting like a fucking bitch all dayâ'' He groans out, words interrupted by the sharp hiss leaving his lips at the way your pussy tightens more around his cock. He looks down at your lips, leaning closer while managing to keep his brutal thrusts.
''Open that fucking mouth, baby.'' You obey, too fucked out to even think much about it. You're barely able to register the way he spits into your mouth before kissing you, tongues wrapping around the other in a disgusting mess of spit. His hand comes up to grope your tit, fingers squeezing and pulling on the nipple every few seconds as he kisses you, ignoring the way your mixed spit is dripping down the corners of your lips.
The air is heavy with the smell of sex and the sounds of your muffled moans, his grip on your body bruising, fingers digging into your skin as he fucks you with an almost animalistic hunger. He doesn't stop making out with you even when his thrusts become even more brutal, spilling into you with a final, deep thrust. His hot white cum filling you up only makes your body tense up, riding out your orgasms together before he collapses on top of you, his weight keeping you pinned to the bed.
''Get off of me, fatass.'' Your protests go ignored, the asshole only making himself even heavier on top of you even when you try your best to get him off.
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i feel like there would be some subtle signs that ghost took an interest in youâŠ
- one time you were showing him something on the computer, and he took that massive 6â4â body of his and leaned it right over your shoulder to read the screen. as if that wasnât close enough, he rested one of his big âol calloused hands on the desk beside you, effectively caging you into your seat. you could practically feel the warmth that radiated off of him when he did that. (he really likes the smell of your shampoo, by the way.)
- he watched you make your coffee one morning, memorizing your order down to the number of sugar packets you used. after that, youâd head down to make your morning cup and all the exact ingredients would mysteriously be laid out on the counter for you. heâd pick on you later about drinking coffee instead of tea, though. maybe heâll make you a cup for you to try- back in his own office, of course ;)
- everyone in tf141 knows youâre a perfectly capable soldier, so they think itâs odd that ghost always finds ways to provide extra backup for you during missions. guarding you from danger, making sure your area is clear of threatsâŠhe canât help but want to protect and take care of his fellow teammate, though he has a list of other ways heâd like to take care of you :â)
i feel like there would be some subtle signs that keegan took an interest in youâŠ
- he saw your phone screen after training one day, immediately zeroing in on the artist you were listening to. later that evening he casually brings up the exact same band/person, because heâs coincidentally one of their biggest fans! maybe heâll ask you to go to one of their shows when youâre off duty⊠looks like youâve found yourself a concert buddy ;)
- he bullies you, but itâs with the best intentions. itâs more like him relentlessly nagging at you until you match his snarky energy and give him some sass back, which he loves to provoke from you. you always have the best comebacks when he uses his dry humor on you, and he thinks itâs adorable. he definitely likes to push your buttons, but heâd like to undo them even more <3
- ever since he revealed your âshared loveâ for your favorite artist, he sends you music recommendations for you to listen to (that will hopefully make you think of him whenever you hear them!). pay attention to the lyrics, because he might be trying to tell you something with them⊠:))
i feel like there would be some subtle signs that graves took an interest in youâŠ
- if you have any snacks or candy on you, heâs nonchalantly stepping right beside you and doing that âunderhand-behind-the-backâ gesture for you to shake some into his palm. (sometimes he imagines thatâs what your lips taste like- omg who said that???)
- he let you wear his jacket during an operation where you were in the freezing cold outside for an extensive amount of time. he watched you shiver through your orders, trying your best to be a good soldier for him :( he walked up to you and draped his shadow company jacket over your shoulders (which smelled deliciously like him) and flashed you that toothy grin. âyou look like youâre âbout to get frostbite, soldier. take this.â (he was definitely thinking of some other ways that he could warm you upâŠ)
- he took his time when he read through your file, and wow, it looks like your cityâs professional football team rivals his. itâs the perfect way to initiate banter with you. heâll be giving you a hard time about it for sure, and maybe heâll make some interesting bets with you depending on how well the seasonâs going ;)
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141 x POC!GN Intelligence Operative - Joint Mission Author's Notes: This was supposed to be short but I had an epiphany after I finished Warnings: MDNI, Angst
This was a standard joint mission. Two teams, one task, in and out, and it's done. So why did John Price feel so nervous?
The mission seemed pretty straightforward and the new guys seemed formidable. Not at the same caliber as the 141, but they're getting there.
Really, everything looks fine, so why is he nervous?
But it didn't matter as he pushes his concern to the side as he greets the team of three on the tarmac. After some quick introductions, he guides the trio to the conference room where the rest of his team waits.
As they got closer, John felt his heart beating faster and faster. What was going on with him?
And he wasn't the only one as Johnny also had a bad feeling about this mission. However, unlike his captain, he actually voiced his concerns out loud.
"And why were we paired up with these guys again?" the Scotsman asks for the 5th time today. Ghost glares at him while Kyle groans. Gaz shoots you a quick glance to see if that had caught your attention. It didn't.
"I mean, why couldn't we get Farah and Alex to help us on this or even Los Vaqueros?" Soap adds.
"Laswell's orders," Kyle grunts out.
Honestly, the fellow Sergeant wasn't sure what the concern was. He could tell Price was also feeling something, but what? Laswell has never led them astray so this should turn out fine, right? The last time Laswell sent someone, things started out perfectly. As long as the 141 can act right, then things should go swimmingly.
Well, after first introductions, Kyle realizes that they're not the ones that need to act right. It's the new guys. Gaz caught the extra attention you got from the three.
"Sergeant Keegan P. Russ, at your service."
"Sergeant Kim Hong-jin, but you can call me Horangi."
"Lieutenant Nikto."
That last one would not have been so bad if you weren't the only one who got a handshake from the Russian.
Kyle knew he wasn't the only one to notice as he caught Ghost clenching his fist.
And Ghost was not going to let you go without a fight.
"Isn't there supposed to be four of you? Where's your captain?" he asks. Ghost stands tall and stares them down.
The three don't react as they take a seat at the table. It isn't until the three have settled in their seats that one of them speaks up.
"Our Captain already talked to yours so don't worry about it," Keegan replies. He stares back at Ghost, clearly not intimidated by the British Lieutenant.
"Great, so we're stuck with a Yankee, a gambling addict, and a commie," Ghost groans out.
"That's enough," you bark out. You shoot an incredulous look at the Lieutenant who immediately buckles down. You order everyone to take a seat so you can start your presentation. "The faster we get this done, the faster I can get back to work and you guys can continue whatever this is," you chastise.
The new team immediately voices their agreement which made Ghost's blood boil.
As you go over the details of the mission, Price looks around the room and catches the way the three new soldiers stared at you. Something in their eyes didn't sit right with him. It looked way too familiar, it almost reminded him of his bo... oh hell no.
He calls out your name and says, "you know what, I can take it from here." He pushes his chair out and places his hands on his knees, getting ready to stand up. However, before he can even get up, you immediately speak up.
"What do you think you're doing?" You ask. You're clearly not impressed.
Price feels the energy in the room shift. He looks at you sheepishly and repeats himself. "I can finish it from here."
You scoff. "Captain Price," you slowly say, "what's my position here?"
"The 141's Intelligence Operative."
"Close, the 141's temporary Intelligence Operative," you correct him. John feels his heart clench. You fail to notice his heartbreak and continue, "and what's my role as the Intelligence Operative?"
"Deal with anything and everything that has to do with intelligence. I think I got it, I'm--"
"No, no, no. I'm not done," you bite back. You're obviously annoyed. It seemed like you were annoyed most days here. "And this presentation, what is it about?"
"Intelligence surrounding our newest mission," John grumbles out.
"Okay, okay. So, if this presentation has to do with intelligence, who should do it?" You stare at him, eyes wide, waiting for an answer.
Horangi raises his hand which catches you off guard. "Yes, Sergeant Kim." Now you're sheepish, embarrassed that the new guys had to see you like this.
"Please, call me Horangi," he assures you. Much to John's dismay, that seemed to ease your concerns. "If I may, I think the answer that you're looking for and your captain forgot is that you should be doing this presentation, and I completely agree." Despite your straight face, your eyes glowed with content. You thanked Sergeant Kim and turned your attention back to Price.
"Is that okay with you Captain? May I continue?"
John just nods, feeling absolutely embarrassed and ashamed with himself. What the fuck was he thinking?
As you continue with your presentation, the 141 oscillate their attention from you to the new guys. Ghost catches the gentle look in Nikto's eyes. Johnny recognizes the look of admiration on the Keegan's face and Kyle notices the excitement in Horangi's eyes. And Price finally understands the root of his worries as he realizes that this new task force is looking at you the exact same way that you used to look at them.
It seemed like the one thing that the boys were avoiding could very much happen now and it would all be their fault.
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Triple Threat. (Keegan, König, & Ghost X Reader.)
!CW! NSFW, Smut, unprotected p in v sex, double penetration, Sex Pollen, drugs, death, violence, poorly translated German, (sorry if I missed any.)
Itâs been a long day.
Youâve been walking for miles behind the trio of masked men. You arenât even sure why you were sent on this mission, considering the three men in front of you were the strongest. Physically and Mentally. Theyâre all skilled, more skilled than youâll ever be. But you obey orders and even though youâre pointless to be here, youâre still enjoying yourself. König thought youâd be useful, you canât argue there.
Youâre lagging behind a bit, listening to everything going on. Youâve got a clear idea of how this mission is supposed to go. Capture the target, see what he knows, leave no survivors.
After a couple bomb threats from this person with the target of the base you all stayed on, you had no choice but to do this. You were getting too close to his operation and he was getting desperate. Which means whatever he has going on, is not good. Youâd been walking a few miles, itâs where you were dropped off. You were closing in on the building he was in. It was all dense jungle around it. Nowhere to run.
As you approached the building, you noticed quite a few men outside. They were loading up a truck with crates of something. None of you had any kind of idea what it could be. âKeegan and Ghost, you two go ahead. Youâre the quietest.â You nod. They give you nods of their own before splitting off into their own directions. âIâm going to go around, see if I canât get a clear shot of some on the other side.â You mumble to König. He tilts his head. âBe safe, schatz.â You smile, âalways.â
You make your way around, not having any idea of what awaits you ahead.
König watches through his scope, not sure why heâs out here when he did better with close combat, but nevertheless he kept quiet and stayed hidden. He watched Ghost and Keegan zero in.
âY/N, howâs it looking?â He says into his radio.
He receives nothing but silence.
âY/N? Do you copy?â
After another few minutes of silence, he begins to panic.
âY/N isnât responding, she circled around to get a better view, verrĂŒcktes MĂ€dchen.â He mumbles the rest as he releases the button on his radio. âShit. We have to get inside.â Ghost calls back.
âKeegan, do you copy?â
Ghost calls.
Goosebumps rise on his skin when he gets nothing in return. Heâs breathing hard, resting up against a door. âKeegan?â He asks again. He sighs. âKönig. Keegan isnât answering either.â
He takes in a deep breath, trying to calm himself. Heâs surprised when König doesnât call back.
âKönig?â
Silence.
âGod damnit.â he breathes, taken by surprise when a dart is being shot into his neck. âWhat the f-â
Thatâs the last he remembers.
Slowly, one by one, theyâre waking up. Theyâre on their knees with their hands tied behind their backs. Theyâve killed most of the threats, but thereâs still one. âRise and shine.â He smiles. Their vision is blurry but they can hear you whimpering. When they fully register whatâs going on, they start to panic. Youâre strapped to a chair, fully naked. Youâve got a cloth tied around your mouth. âWhat the fuck is going on?â Keegan yells. âAh, so you can talk.â The man smiles. Heâs breathing hard, fighting against his restraints. He runs a knife over your chest and you close your eyes tightly, breathing heavily. âDeep breaths darling. Yeah, thatâs it.â He chuckles.
Königâs eyes darken. He wants to rip this manâs head off for touching you.
âYour precious girl here is infected now. Well⊠all of you are.â He chuckles. âThis little dart here. Holds 1 Milliliter of the sweetest drug you can get your hands on.â He holds up the little dart. âI prescribe about 1/4 of that for my very special clients. Youâre all infected with enough of this to kill a horse.â He laughs. âWhat the hell is it?â Ghost seethes. âOh? You donât know?â He smirks. âItâs a sex drug. A bit like the over the counter ones you can buy, but on steroids. When you take a little bit, you get aroused, you produce pheromones that attract people, makes sex intense. But when you take in more than the recommended amount..â he clicks his tongue.
âHeart rate picks up. Blood pressure rises. Keeps rising and rising until it bottoms out. Youâll either die of a heart attack or your heart will just give out.â He laughs. âSo.. your girl here. She was infected first. Which means sheâs going to die first, and youâre all going to watch her squirm. Sheâs going to beg for relief, beg for anything youâll give her. But youâre stuck.â He laughs. âThe only way sheâll feel better is if she gets fucked enough.â He laughs. He sits down in a chair, writing something down. âIch werde dich töten.â König seethes. Looking up at him through his mask. âWhat was that big guy? Hm?â He laughs. He stands up once more. âYou know what, Iâve got an idea. How about we get rid of the ridiculous costumes, show your real faces!â He claps his hands together. He starts with König, pulling off his hood. He glares up at him. Next was Ghost, he tugs his balaclava off. Ghost sends him a death stare. Next was Keegan, who had a smile on his face. âWhat are you smiling at?â He crouches down. âJust think your head is going to look perfect on a stick.â He spits in his face. He growls. âWhatever. Pay close attention to your little girlfriend, sheâs going to start begging soon enough.â He mumbles. âSheâs actually really sexy, might give her a go before her heart explodes.â He grips his dick through his jeans and thatâs when König tugs at the ropes, feeling them start to give away. You whimper out, shifting in your chair. âYeah, there we go.â He chuckles, sitting back down. He goes back to writing something down, and you squirming on the chair doesnât help the situation at all. Youâre rubbing your thighs together, raising your hips. Youâre rutting them down into the chair for any sort of relief. As the time goes on, the worse it gets. Pretty soon, all three men are trying to ignore the tightening in their pants, shifting uncomfortably, trying hard to get out of their restraints.
âAwe. Look at you.â The man smiles. âSoaking the chair.â He chuckles. He runs his fingertips up your thigh and you flinch. âStop.â Ghost growls. âNah, I think itâs time I take her for a test drive.â He smiles. König rips through the ropes, the man freezes when he hears the click of a gun.
âTurn around.â He growls. âWoah⊠take it easy big guy. I was only joking.â
âIch habe einen Witz fĂŒr dich.â He smiles. âWhat?â He asks. Just then, König pulls the trigger. He hits the man right between the eyes. He falls backward, blood pouring from his head. König cuts the ropes off of Ghost and motions for him to free Keegan. König rushes to get to you. âYou okay?â He asks. âNo-â you shiver. He kneels down, freeing you from the chair. âI know, itâs hard. But you have to fight it.â Ghost mumbles. âAre you hurt? Did he touch you?â He asks. You shake your head. âNo.â You grit your teeth. âWhere are your clothes?â
âI donât know, itâs too hot anyways.â You pant. Your skin is hot to the touch. Keegan stands behind you, brushing your hair away from you to look at you. Youâre completely clear aside from a tiny puncture mark from the dart. âThe⊠the only way-â you grit your teeth, closing your eyes. âThe only way is to have sex, I can feel my heart beating out of my chest.â You whine. âI feel it too.â Keegan mutters. Ghost looks down. Agreeing silently. König nods his head. âSo what do we do?â Keegan asks.
âWe do what we have to.â Ghost mumbles. You nod your head.
The more aroused the three men get, the better they seem to smell. Theyâre attracting you so much. You bend over, crying out. âYou okay?â Keegan kneels by you. âCanât take it anymore.â You look up at him. Tears streaming from your eyes. âCmon.â He mumbles, sliding his arm under the bend of your knees and your back. He lifts you up. âWeâve got to find a room or something. If weâre going to do this we have to start now.â Keegan mumbles. They nod. They quickly move through the building, Ghost first, König next, and than Keegan with you. They move in a line, just in case thereâs more men they donât know about. You whine into Keeganâs shoulder. Propping yourself up onto him. âY/N- what are you doing?â He mumbles. âNeed it- need it so bad Keegan.â You mewl. You grip onto him, wiggling out of his grasp so that youâve got your legs wrapped around his waist. You attack his neck with your teeth, grinding your hips into him.
âShit- Y/N. Weâre almost there. You have to stop-â he grits his teeth, Ghost and König glance back at you, seeing you attacking Keegan. Your desperation has them aching.
âIn here.â Ghost holds open the door, locking it behind you and propping a chair up on it just in case. Itâs a bedroom, at last. âAh- youâve got to let go sweetheart.â Keegan groans. âNo, please. I need it. Need it so bad.â You whine. Grinding your hips into him more. âI know, weâre going to help you. Just⊠for one second baby.â He breathes. You let go of him and he lowers you onto the bed. âFuck..â he growls. Noticing the way youâve soaked the front of him. The three men are standing at the edge of the bed, staring down at you. Like youâre the finest meal theyâve ever laid their eyes on. Keegan is first to break, reaching for his belt. Your pupils are blown out as you watch his hands move to unbuckle it. The other two follow his movements. You bite your lip, body shivering at the thought of whatâs about to happen. You canât help yourself, reaching between your legs to stimulate the sensitive nub that awaits any kind of relief it can get. A mewl leaves your lips and you tilt your head back. âSheâs going to have to get used to me, Iâll go last.â König nods. They all silently agree. Heâs right, heâs the biggest of the three. After admiring the way you touch yourself, they canât anymore.
Keegan reaches out, grasping your hips and pulling you to the edge of the bed. âPoor girl. Just soaking..â he breathes. He rubs the tip of his cock over your aching hole, a whine leaving your lips as you raise your hips into him. He moves his hips forward, the tip of his cock pushing through your wet folds. You want to cry when he fills you up. The relief you feel is incredible. You can feel more tears welling up in your eyes as he starts to thrust himself inside of you.
The squelch from your wet pussy is the only thing they can hear besides your whines. You squirm around, the way he feels is almost too much. âAh- youâre gripping me so tight.â He breathes. âHold on.â Ghost mumbles. He lifts you up off of the bed, apologizing at the loss you feel from Keegan exiting you. You straddle him. âYou wet enough from her?â He asks. Keegan nods his head. âY-yeah. Fuck.â He groans. Heâs never done anything like this before, nothing like heâs about to do. Ghost lines his cock up with your pussy, and you sink down onto him with a gasp. Clutching his shoulders. âThere you go, now relax for Keegan alright?â You nod your head. You feel Keeganâs tip aligning with your ass. Youâd be worried. If it werenât for the drug, youâd be modest and shy away from what theyâre doing. But as he fills your ass to the hilt with ease, the fullness you feel. You canât even think straight anymore.
The pleasure you feel from them has you on cloud 9. Vision blurring, you can barely make a sound. Your lips are parted, eyes are blown wide as they start to move into you. A chuckle leaves Ghosts lips at your reaction to them.
âSheâs feeling good.â He laughs. âThink so.â Keegan chuckles. You rest your head on Ghosts shoulder, turning to look at König. Heâs pumping his cock quickly, heâs desperate too. You reach your hand out for him. He moves closer and you take him into your hand, pumping his cock. He gasps out, head tilting back. You can see them, all of them. More than just the color of their eyes. You can see their sharp jawlines, the small scars decorating their faces. You can see the curves of their lips, their stubble that needs to be shaved. You can see and feel all of them, and itâs too much. Your first orgasm is coming fast. Your thighs are shaking, your cheeks are flushed from the warmth moving through you. âI.. Iâm so close.â You whimper. Your hand tightens around König and he hisses slightly. âFuck.â He groans. You clutch Ghost hard with your other hand. âI-â you freeze up. Body going rigid as you reach your first orgasm. You cry out, soaking Ghostâs thighs with your arousal. âOh fuck.â He breathes, looking down. âLook at the mess youâve made of me.â He chuckles. âAh fuck- Iâm gonna cum too!â Keegan pants. He grips your hips hard. Thrusting into you harder. Heâs chasing after his high, using you to reach it.
Heâs panting hard, moans getting more unsteady by the second. âOh fuck!â He growls, teeth gritted as he cums. His thrusts are sharp and bruising as he rides out his high, stuttering to a stop against you. You feel full of him, turning to look at him. He grips your throat, kissing you hard as he slides himself from your ass. âFuck-â he breathes. He steps away from you for a second.
âI think sheâs ready for you, König.â Ghost nods. Keegan takes a deep breath, relaxing back into a chair. âDoes it feel like itâs worn off?â Ghost asks him. He nods his head. âYeah. I think itâs only got her so worked up because sheâs smaller than us.â He nods. âProbably, never thought about it like that.â Youâre rocking your hips into him, desperate for more. âIâll go make sure the rest is all clear.â Keegan finishes getting dressed. König replaces the chair on the door behind him before making his way back to you. Ghost slides you off of him and you mewl at the emptiness you feel. He chuckles at this, âRelax, just for a second darling.â
âGo to König.â He breathes. You nod your head, König lifts you up into him, swapping places with Ghost. He sits down, lining his cock up with your entrance. âIâm really big sweetheart, so donât get too eager.â He breathes. âSchau mich an.â He raises your chin and you look him in the eyes. âKeep looking at me.â He presses his forehead to yours. You slowly sink down onto him, thighs shaking slightly. Heâs big. You moan out, and he takes the opportunity to kiss you. Once heâs bottoming out in you, you can barely hold yourself up. Ghost has his cock nestled into your ass, like Keegan had. He was already so close. When they start thrusting, you canât keep quiet. Itâs so much, and König adds to it. Circling your clit gently. Sucking your nipples into his mouth. You being stimulated is what helps the l drug wear off. Heâd do what he had to.
Ghost has a tight grip on your hips, his thrusts are getting sloppy. He hisses, feeling you tighten slightly around him. Heâs right on the edge. He tilts your head back, tugging slightly on your hair. König has one of your nipples between his lips, sucking gently as he rubs your clit. Ghost kisses you hard, his orgasm hitting him like a freight train. Itâs by far the best heâs ever had. His body jerks hard as he finishes inside of your ass, pulling away from you completely. You moan at the loss of him, turning to look at him. âIâm going to go help Keegan.â He mumbles. Heâs readjusting his cargo pants, buckling his belt. âBe safe.â You whimper. He nods. When he leaves this time, neither you or König are worried about the chair in front of the door. He lifts you up, turning around so that he can lay you on the bed. Smiling when you refuse to let go of him. âRelax, Ich gehe nirgendwohin.â He pushes your hips down into the bed, and looks at you. Heâs not sure youâre ready for the force heâs about to use on you, but as desperate as you seem to be, he doesnât think youâll mind.
He starts at a fast pace, fucking into you hard. It only takes a few seconds and youâre nearly crying from how rough he is with you. His cock is big and youâve never taken anything like the three of them ever before. Youâve got a death grip on the blankets beneath you, and you canât stay quiet. He releases one hand, using it to rub circles into your sensitive nub once more, and thatâs when you lose it. Youâre sobbing when you finally cum again, raising your hips into him and flinching away from him when he continues his fast pace. âDoing so good for me. So ein gutes MĂ€dchen.â He pants. He leans down to kiss you once more, his high is approaching too. The stimulation he feels is intense, youâre wrapped so tight around him, he just canât take it anymore.
âOh yes⊠yes so close.â He grips your hips hard as he slips over the edge, hips hammering into yours as he cums. Youâre sure there will be bruises all over you. âVerdammt, so gut.â He cries. His thrusts halt, and he realizes heâs just filled you up with his cum. He sighs. âFuck, Iâm sorry.â He breathes. You look up at him. Eyes feeling heavy as the arousal finally begins to wear off. You send him a lazy smile. âDonât be.â You breathe. He slides out of you, groaning as he does so. He takes a second, panting. Heâs trying to catch his breath.
He helps you get cleaned up, making sure to clean your skin if the mix of arousal between the four of you.
He wraps you up in a clean blanket. Lifting you up and carrying you back into the room this had all begun. Heâs looking around for your clothes but canât seem to find them. âItâs all clear.â Keegan nods. König nods his head. He places you down in a chair for a moment, picking up his hood and returning it to cover his face. Ghost and Keegan doing the same. âI canât find her clothes.â König sighs. âIâve got them.â Keegan nods. He passes them to König and he thanks him. He unwraps the blanket youâre in, helping you get dressed. Youâre exhausted and weak, eyes getting heavy as he helps you. âIâve got a sample of the drug and some paperwork. Thatâs all we needed right?â Ghost asks. König nods his head. âYes. All in all this was a successful mission.â He nods. âJedoch, this stays between us.â He laughs. Ghost and Keegan canât help but laugh, even you have a tired smile on your lips. âYes sir.â Keegan laughs.
König ties your boots, and returns the blanket around you, lifting you up with ease. That was one good thing about the massive man, he was strong. âLetâs get to exfil. We all need to be checked out.â Ghost says. Everyone nods in agreement. Youâve finally fallen asleep and König canât help but smile.
This was going to be a day to remember.
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Orange Peel Theory With Cod Characters
Would they peel an orange for you? (Scenario based on the test from TikTok)
Characters Included: John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra, Valeria Garza, Farah Karim, Kate Laswell, Alex Keller, König, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Keegan P. Russ, Gary "Roach" Sanderson, Nikolai Belinski, Philip Graves, Vladimir Makarov.
This is probably one of the only times I'll be using the color orange, AHAHAHAHA. As you can tell I wouldn't be okay with the camp half-blood uniform as an Aphrodite kid. Writing this as I'm sick with a cold, my nanny since childhood peeled my oranges for me while telling me to finish all of it because it's vitamin C.
Mansplaining this but the Orange Peel/Peeling Theory surrounding TikTok started with one girl talking about her experience with her ex peeling her oranges for her. It soon turned into a theory/test where people ask their partner to peel an orange for them, something as small and effortless as peeling an orange as that act of service represents their willingness to do things for their partner and if they refuse then that's seen as a red flag because it means that if they're unwilling to do that small thing for them then same case scenario for something big that requires a sacrifice.
They peel it for you almost immediately, no words needed, just you staring at the orange. Grabbing it from the bowl of fruits and meticulously tearing the skin with their thumbs, being careful not to make much of a mess and to not bruise the orange.
It's not a secret that they like to do this, offering other little things like opening doors for you, peeling the skin of apples if you don't feel like eating it and slicing it up for you with a multipurpose camping knife, putting their hand on the edge of a nearby cornered things so it wouldn't be as painful if you hit your head picking something up.
Characters: John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Farah Karim, Kate Laswell, Alex Keller, König.
Would tease you once you ask them to peel it for you but will peel it. Would even hand feed it to you, you have to give them a kiss for every orange they separate. If you tell them you don't like the pith (the white stringy part) then they'd take it off for you.
They probably would ask you to peel some for them too some time around soon but you're more than happy to do it for them.
Characters: John "Soap" MacTavish, Alejandro Vargas, Valeria Garza, König, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Keegan P. Russ, Nikolai Belinski.
You probably should've worded it better, you told them you felt like an orange.. "I feel like a tomato" is what you hear back. You laughed and clarified that you felt like eating the fruit.
"Oh.." they stopped to think if you had any oranges at home at the moment and they got up and peeled it for you, bringing a plate back of two peeled and pulled apart oranges with a glass of water for you.
Characters: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra, Alex Keller, Gary "Roach" Sanderson.
He'd throw the orange at your head, telling you to peel it yourself.
Characters: Philip Graves, Vladimir Makarov.
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COD characters and how i think theyâd act when they are in a secret relationship with you
âââââââ âghostâ âââââââ
âź everyone would know, not only because simon would refuse to go easy on you in bed, despite the thin walls and ruining his team mates sleep schedule, he didnât want you to âhide those pretty sounds you make for him.â
âź He would refuse to take his eyes off you during training, making sure to pay close attention to where his teammates hands were placed. One time price had to hold him back from Gaz after you happened to straddle him during a take down.
âź When the squad realised it was probably best to just let you train with him, you know he would sneak in some cocky praising. Heâd love to pin you underneath him and watch you try and squirm your way out as your stubborn nature only turned him on.
âź Would definitely lie to you about missions if he felt that you would be put in danger, this annoyed you a lot.
âź Was always by your side if you were on a mission, he would get mad at you if you strayed from his eyesight, often when you get a kill youâd be met with a stern glare from ghost for putting yourself at risk. only to be met with a spanking later that night.
âź Would fuck you til you couldnât walk, and when you wake up there would be a note telling you he was on a mission and to ânot worryâ cause he âhadnât finished with you yetâ.
âââââââ âkönigâ âââââââ
âź So distracted, whenever price was going over a mission outlook, König would often zone out watching you sort out your pens in coloured order, highlighting information about the target, sometimes cutely chiming in with study of your own to help the group out. Heâs thankful he wears a mask otherwise everyone would be able to see his tinted pink cheeks as he tries to readjust the tent in his pants.
âź You would take Königâs protectiveness over you and use it against him in training. If he were to flip you on the matt you were quick to let out a small whine which caused him to loosen his grip and quickly inspect you for any damages he did to your small figure, keeping in mind the size and weight difference between you.
âź It all began when you needed Königâs oversight on your research of a target. You burst into his room not realising the fact that the man was on his bed stroking his cock to the thought of how youâd managed to make him feel during training. When he saw you in there he was quick to cover up expecting you to run, or be horrified at what he was doing with how innocent you are in his eyes, but instead you dropped to your knees in-front of him.
âź You LOVE teasing könig, mainly cause he wonât do a thing about it until the end of the day when he would force his member into you often cooing to you as he cradles you in his arms letting you adjust to his size as your pussy spasms on his cock letting out small whines into his neck.
âź Was quick with medical attention, no matter what it was. Once you cut your finger using a knife cutting up salad, guess who was beside you with a first aid kit, bandaid and a kiss for your finger to get better. Ghost quirked his brow seeing this interaction remembering the moment könig dislocated a manâs shoulder tackling him and doing nothing about it.
âź Found it so cute the way your small hands gripped the guns and how youâd often complain after carrying around a hefty weapon all day.
âââââââ âkeeganâ ââââââ
âź You and Keegan had aâ rough beginning. To say the least you hated each other, anything you did Keegan had to do better and when he finished heâd just stare at you with those emotionless eyes pissing you off. That was before the team had busted a large undercover operation, going out for drinks to celebrate, causing you to wake up in his naked arms seeing his face for the first time.
âź After that it was purely sexual, you still were silently competitive often trying to prove who was better, or who could make who cum first.
⟠After doing extended research on a target, price decided to give you your own mission allowing you to take Keegan, Soap and König along to a meeting breaking down the perps daily routine and secret doings still feeling those burning eyes on you the whole time.
âź Keegan couldnât explain it, he was infatuated by you, your constant drive to do better, the way you moved with such grace while controlling a knife, not to mention the face youâd make when he hit that certain spot inside you that made you let loose and forget about your seemingly one sided competition you had against him. When youâd melt on his cock and turn from soldier to slut for him shaking your hips trying desperately to drive him deeper.
âź One day in training when it was just you and Keegan youâd managed to get him on his back quickly straddling him laughing at your victory over him, before you realised Keegan had lost control pulling you into him kissing your lips passionately before fucking you profusely in the middle of the training room.
âź After that all you and Keegan seemed to want to do was find ways to sneak off during training and come back to each other risking the team finding you fucking like wild animals in the most inconvenient of places.
âââââââ âpriceâ âââââââ
âź You worked in the infirmary, acting as a worried nurse to the team, often scolding Ghost when he would go too hard with training and keeping the base tidy adding a womanâs touch here and there.
âź You wouldnât find out about priceâs feelings for you until the teams base was invaded after tracking a terrorist organisation. Seeing you held in his targets arm with a knife against your throat as you tried to reassure the team to stay calm as tears stained your cheeks
before price put 3 bullets in the manâs skull. You were a bit shaken up for a while but that didnât stop price from continuing your duties forcing the team to clean up after themselves and getting a new bouquet of flowers every week for the vase in the infirmary.
âź It wasnât until price was injured and sent to you that you had gotten to properly thank him, removing his shirt and working on his wound trying to ignore his built torso and rippling muscles before he tucked a hair behind your ear whispering how beautiful you were, yeah thatâs it, your lips met his in a passionate slow but rough kiss.
âź The team didnât miss Priceâs extra visits to the nurse and they certainly didnât miss the lipstick prints on his neck or the undone fly of his pants leaving the infirmary.
âź Priceâs new found interest let the team have some more control over meetings, training and dinner, realising that the two people who acted as their parental figures started retreating to the same bedroom every night, rather than cooking dinner or joining for a movie before bed. Not that you were sleeping anyway.
âââââââ âsoapâ âââââââ
âź You and soap were polar opposites, while you believed strategy for a mission came down to planning and being organised soap constantly undermined your set up immediately going for the throat no matter what the circumstances, although most would find it brave and inspiring you found it plain fucking stupid. You were always yelling at him trying to make him understand the risk he was putting him and his teammates in by not listening to you but all he seemed to do was smirk at you before teasing you about the fact that youâd go a light shade of pink when you were mad that he thought was cute, once more undermining your anger.
âź That was until one mission, soap went in doing the wrong thing the wrong time again not sticking to schedule, guards had alerted the target who had made a quick escape ruining the mission. The team came back to their base all understandably pissed off but none as livid as you. Youâd stormed into soaps room demanding an apology before heâd have you pinned against the wall nipping your neck. That night he took the anger of the failed mission out on you.
âź The next day soap made a point to start planning the next mission going over your studies gathering locations of where the target could be before putting you in charge of a plan that heâd promise to follow.
âź Itâd worked, using a small camera and earpiece you were able to tell soap exactly what to do and when to do it while letting him handle the combat stuff successfully bringing down a large drug pin. The team cheered to your name raising their glasses before downing the alcohol and letting loose for the night. You thanked Soap for listening only to be met with a heated kiss dragging you to the toilets for a quickie.
âź The next mission was easy, soap didnât need your lead but insisted on having you in his ear anyway. Unfortunately it was the same day your vibrator arrived in the mail, you decided youâd try it out and let soap have a listen, that was until the earpiece cut out.
âź Your door slammed open that night revealing an angry soap, throwing his earpiece on your side table demanding an explanation as all you did was give him a cheeky giggle. That was before he fucked you senseless of course.
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Hellu, could you maybe do a drabble or hc or whatever you feel comfortable with, of the cod men reacting to reader being in a car crash??
(I was just in a car crash, my head hurts, Iâm coping đ)
If not then thatâs okay â€ïžâ€ïž
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đČ Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Alejandro, Rudy, Phillip Graves, Makarov, Keegan, König, Horangi, Nikto
đź Price finally got some downtime to rest and catch up on his sleep debt at home. You insisted he stay home while you go to the grocery store only a few blocks away. Now imagine how his body tenses and he's up from the recliner in a heartbeat the moment he receives the phone call about your accident. He's supposed to drop the tense and hard face off while he's at home with you but this is worse. He's trying to keep calm on the surface but a can of worries within, just wanting to spill out. Thankfully, the accident didn't result in fatalities nor major injuries. He's holding you and checking you all over, listening to everything you're saying. Does something hurt? Feel dizzy? Need water? He's taking you right home, don't worry about the wrecked car.
đź Simon's mood when he picks up the phone initially is that he's annoyed, his answering "yes?" is a little sharp because you had just had a small argument over him once again not paying attention to the list of items you insisted he take when grocery shopping but didn't. So now you had to pause everything and go get the thing yourself, which means he'd have to wait at least another hour before he could eat dinner. Your voice over the phone was weak and scared, your frail voice that barely answered because your mind was all over the place and fading. You couldn't think straight after the crash. Simon dropped everything and staying on call with you made it faster than the cops would've. He carried you out of the car and cradled your body in his arms even in the ambulance, all the while muttering lowly how reckless you could be and how stupid and idiotic he was for letting you drive while mad. He swears he'd never let it happen again.
đź Johnny wasn't expecting you to answer with "was in a car crash" to "how was your day?" Like why are you telling him just now that you're arriving home. He gets off the couch he's by your side in an instant. Why didn't you call him? Because you thought it was nothing big? He almost thinks you're bluffing, why he can't help but assume the worst or imagine a terrible accident. You're sitting down this instant and- did you go to the hospital? And if you did he's surprised they just let you walk out. You argue back that you barely got a bruise but he insists you're going again and getting an examination done just in case. You have to tell him these things else he'll have a hard time letting you go out alone again.
đź The only thing Kyle knew was that you'd be hanging out with friends. And that's how it was supposed to be, he could expect you to come home late in the evening or maybe nearing night. But the clock marked the midnight hour and you hadn't walked through the front door yet; very unusual of you. He paced the living room from one wall to the other, he had the right to be worried so he wasn't being a controlling nor clingy partner if he just wanted to know where you were past midnight. The worry only increased when he called and it went straight to voicemail. Okay, maybe your phone died. And he kept trying to come up with plausible reasons as to why you weren't home yet when the bell rang and he threw the door open to a distressed looking friend of yours explaining the car accident you had been caught up in. You were conscious when taken away but in pain, your friend was still explaining this when Kyle grabbed his shoes and was already walking to the driveway.
đź Roach and you frequented bars pretty often and usually took a cab home. You hadn't had more than one drink however and decided to drive home while he dozed off in the backseat. He woke up to the sound of tires screeching and before he could make out what was happening his body was jerked and thrown forward. Groaning and rubbing his neck he called your name only for you to weakly respond. A soft gasp left his lips followed by his fingers reaching out to the bleeding gash, blood staining his fingertips. When he called emergency services and had you taken to the hospital, the cops has questioned how the accident happened and he was ready to take the blame on insisting you drive despite both having consumed alcohol. He knew there wasn't any other believable lie he could sputter, surely the one drink you'd had would show up on the tests.
đź Alejandro didn't think it'd ever happen to you. An accident bad enough that you had to be taken to the hospital? He's there as fast as he possibly could get there. He ignores the nurses who are trying to tell him that you're okay for the most part, just a little shaken. But he's checking you all over and almost loses it when he sees a bruise, demanding for the doctor. It takes you forcibly holding him back and holding his head so he can meet your eyes and see that you're fine, you're not in severe pain. From now on you're not driving anywhere alone because he doesn't another scare like that to happen again.
đź Rudy is worried sick when you insisted on driving the last stretch of the way home, at night too. Your driving skills are passable during the day but at night it can be difficult to tell from the high beams of other car's lights flashing at you. When you tried braking at a stop sign you saw last minute, due to the ice already forming on the road the car didn't come to a complete stop and nearly skid off the road. His hand instinctively reaches across to hold against your body, making sure you don't fly forward despite you having the seatbelt on. It's just instinct for him to protect you in every situation. He gets off, running over to your side and the time doesn't matter anymore. He'll sit out on the hood of the car however long you need to recover from the close call until you're ready to go back home. Except he's not letting you drive.
đź Phillip was waiting at a second location for you to come pick him up after his car was getting fixed for something. He wouldn't have bothered you but the repair shop was half an hour drive away, something was just bound to happen. And he doesn't realize this because his mind is so preoccupied with the petty shop owner over what was the problem with his truck that when his phone rings and he picks up he sounds a little mad, not at you though. Soon he hears a dispatcher's voice instead of yours his mind goes to the worst place. Don't know where he gets the car from but he's speeding down the highway praying that you're fine and he gets to you. But he gets there and sees you sitting on a strip of grass off to the side of the mess and holding an ice pack to your head.
đź Makarov is hiring a chauffeur to drive you everywhere and anywhere you need from here on out and finding out who was the idiot who rammed into the back of your car while at a stoplight. He can't believe you didn't ask the other driver for their information, doesn't matter though, he'll get the information later. Maybe you should quit going out altogether, no? Okay it was worth a try, whatever you want. From now on you have to promise to not ever get into an accident ever again. "How am I supposed to control tha-"
đź Keegan didn't freak out after you told him you just veered off the main road and were now stuck in some rundown road. He calmly gathered whatever tools he thought he might need and started his truck. The scene he encounters when he arrives is somewhat off, you're waving him over, sitting on the hood of your car with a sheepish smile. He walks around the car and finds the dent on the side and back of the car. And before he can ask what the hell happened- shit, you're bleeding? You're going to have to start from the beginning if you don't want him ignoring your requests and taking you to the emergency room instead.
đź König left the car parked with you waiting for him in the passenger seat, and when he came back he sees his car in pieces, absolutely destroyed from a car speeding off the road and ramming into the side. He panics, tries to pry the door open to get to you, even breaks a window before you're tapping him from behind. "I'm right here" He turns around, lifts you off the ground and lets out a sigh of relief. He seriously thought he would have to search through the wrecked car for you. How had you even gotten out? You saw stray cat and got out before the car had been hit. But now you have to be the one worrying over König's hand and forearm which has glass embedded.
đź Horangi blames himself for the car crash. He wanted to teach you to drift because you'd seen how he does it and you're eager to nail it too. Things escalate rather quickly and it's no longer a smooth Saturday drive when you loose control and drive off the road, the tires slipping onto the grass and slamming sideways into a tree. He's holding your head, not knowing if you're got knocked out unconscious or not, but his mind doesn't fully register the bigger dent is on the rear doors not the driver nor passenger side. With one hand he's holding your head to his chest, his other shaky hand attempting to dial emergency services, feeling faint himself before you come to and look around confused. He's grabbing your face in his hands looking you all over making sure you didn't receive a single bruise.
đź You assumed Nikto would be cross if he saw the state his car was in. He was hesitant to let you drive out alone knowing you still went a little hard on your turns and it had been raining frequently. The moment he arrives, you're fixed on his eyes, carefully determining whether he's already thought of what he'd do to you the moment he saw the disaster his car was. But you're surprised and speechless when he strides over to you, silently looks you over, barely assesses the car and just picks you up. "Aren't you mad?" "About what?" "Your car!" And he barely glances at it, shrugs and drives you home.
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have u ever genuinely heard a man grunt n moan in ur ear? like that shit is the most feral, primal, animalistic shit ever and ik for a fact that as quiet as keegan is my mans is groaning like a fucking caveman in ur ear as he's inside of u pinning both of ur wrists down and tells u how fucking good u feel, n that shit just makes u clench so hard around his dick and he's letting out even louder grunts telling u how sexy u are as he sloppily makes out with u, peering down at u with those intimidating ass wintry fuck me eyes of his
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Nighttime stress
Pairing: Keegan x F!Reader. Warning: Nsfw, Somnophilia, Porn with plot, Breeding kink, Body worship, Praising, Pervert Keegan, English is not my first language, Keegan is a simp for us, Nakadashi, Obsessive Keegan. Words count: 3.5k Pic credit: @/callsignmint on tt
Keegan knew he was fucked.Â
Waking up in the middle of the night with his cock painfully brushed against the top of his pants. The tip was leaking precum forming a wet patch that could easily be noticed without the lights even on. There was so little stimulation that with each shifting of his legs, Keegan let out a deep groan from the way the cotton pressed down harder on his sore, redden, sensitive tip. He swore he could cum right at that moment when the fragments of the dream slowly pieced together in his brain. You looked so gorgeous, wet and inviting as Keegan felt his cock twitched at the thoughts.Â
Being a gentleman as he was. Keegan usually scrambled to the bathroom to jerk off with his little fantasy about you. Hands going up and down in frustration in hope to recreate the feeling of having your cunt wrapped tightly around his member, squeezing out each seed Keegan only had for you. Sometimes he let his cock get the better of him, making him just start humping onto the pillow as his eyes rolled back into his skull from pleasure.Â
But how could Keegan control himself when the first thing he saw while sitting up was your soft, peaceful body next to his.Â
Wearing only panties and his shirt which hung onto your body for dear life because of how tiny you're in comparison to his figure. The sight was so inviting that Keegan gulped down his watery mouth unconsciously. The sleeves were pulled down onto your forearms as your left breast spilled out and Keegan welcomed the sight of it very very much. The bottom of the shirt was pushed up, revealing your tummy that he constantly kept his hands on for no particular reason. He loved the texture, the softness so much that it became his stress ball once he got home from work. Oh to be able to hold it right now, Keegan could faint from the pleasure.
He let his eyes wander before moving downward, staring at your thighs and the little panties that worked its best to keep your cunt from spilling out the side. Those thighs that he repeatedly requested to lay on or even better, squished between now were bare for only him to see. He remembered the time when he could kiss them, bite them, show them his love and desires as he held you down from squirming away from pleasure. It was and will forever be his greatest achievement, marking you up with bites after bites, kisses after kisses when your eyes rolled back into your head, tongue stuck out so he could lean in and kiss you 'till his heart content.Â
All those horny thoughts only worsened his condition right now as Keegan felt his cock twitch violently. He groaned as he moved slowly to sit up on your left. He watched as your chest raised up and down steadily, taking in as much air as you wanted, completely oblivious to how hot and bothered your boyfriend was. That face, that innocent, peaceful face, Keegan swore he could just jerk off to your sleepy face with no issue and smeared his cum across your puffy lips, or maybe tried to push them. In which, your hot tongue would obediently licked his cum off his fingers and sucked on them greedily like how he always praised you for.Â
In the back of his mind, he can hear the sound of multiple strings snapping while leaning in closer to your unconscious body. Keegan flicked his tongue, letting out a string of curse words as he pinched the bridge of his nose. It's almost like you had him under a leash, like a damn horny dog he was. The more he tried to reason with himself, the more the situation got worse.Â
You also want this, right?Â
He knew how your brain worked. How many fanfictions you had read about this scenario. How you talked about it with great interest and hid your phone away when he tried to take a peak. He was a gentleman and forever would, if you asked nicely, with your eyelashes fluttering and a reddened cheeks, he would pin you down, kiss your knees and give you the pleasure you always crave for. But the fact that you tried to keep this side hidden from his naked eyes made him even more furious. Maybe it's just the way his horny brain worked right now but for the first time, he felt scared.Â
Why distance your true self from him?Â
Was he such a terrible lover?Â
Has he not showered you with enough love?
Or maybe he was that bad of a fucker that you couldnât bring yourself to ask him? Was his dick not satisfying you enough?
Therefore, he promised to worship you better tonight. Or just to have a reason to fuck you dump tonight.Â
He was shaking when he leaned down closer to your face. Keegan could barely brush your cheeks or hair like he normally would, not because youâre fragile, a porcelain doll like how you would call you, but in fear of waking you up. Keegan swallowed his saliva before pressing his lips on your forehead. He could feel the heat inside of him quickly transfer to your body when his lips connected to your skin. Gosh, he wished that he could spread the heat onto your skin, making your sweats dripped down to the bed, rolling out of your chest as Keegan held you closer to his chest.
Trembling, he moved down onto your lips. Keegan sealed your lips away with a tender delicious kiss. He wanted to push his tongue in, dance around while pushing his saliva in and watch them trickle down from the corner of your mouth. That was his greatest pride. Yet, he let out a hiss as he forced himself to lean back, holding back his desire, dumping them down his throat in order not to wake you up. He was in so much pain, yet for you, he would suffer for eternity.Â
As he moved downward, planting various feathering kisses like how you would tease him every time to your neck, collarbones, each of your breasts, tummy, navel. He swore, your skin was so soft that he wished to bite down and mark every inch of your body, taking in the sensation of having your legs around his back, caging him and edging him to go deeper and deeper. You were his drug, his addiction and he would happily comply. When his mouth reached your black panties, Keegan bit down onto the middle and pulled the polyester down to your kneecaps while keeping his eyes on your face, stopping every so slightly when your eyes twitched. Keegan took the black panties in his hand, rubbing the fabric like second nature only to find your slick covering his fingers. The moment his eyes laid on the sight, air quickly escaped his lungs in a sharp gasp. The wet, sticky substance heightening his sense along with the bulge that greedily grinds against the bed sheet as he pocketed the panties for later. His cock was already dripping wet, precum leaking from the top as he wished it was your hot watery mouth that wrapped around his dick, rather than the cold sheet on both sides of his thighs.
âFucking hellâŠâ Keegan slurred, shaking his head to keep himself focused on the task. He trailed quick kisses from the feet to your inner thighs. His strong biceps that he trained for hours on end now served its greatest purpose, to hold your thighs apart so he can taste your alluring cunt.
Keegan brought out his tongue, giving your folds a kitten lick before blowing air into your cunt. He watched as your body shivered and chuckled to himself. Youâre so hopeless and itâs feeding into his brain, nurturing the desire to fuck you dumb, using you like a cocksleeves exactly how you would beg him to. Keegan thoroughly pushed his index and middle fingers through your puffy lips, he tugged and turned so that a good layer of your saliva could be seen once he drew his fingers out. With his left hand, Keegan formed a V shape with his fingers to spread your cunt apart, taking in the sight your walls contracted, matching his own breathing rhythm. Keegan pushed his fingers in slowly and your hot, humid walls immediately responded to the sudden invasion by squeezing him harder, making him suck a breath in, almost whimpering due to how delicious your tight hole was milking him in.Â
With his fingers scissoring in, stretching your entrance out, his tongue lap around the clit, circling, sucking and biting down on it just to see your body tremble from pleasure. He drank on your juice, letting it drip over and covering half his face while he fucking his tongue in, lapping on every juice that spilled out of your pussy. He made himself a thirsty man, dumb on drinking you up like his finest meal in the middle of the night. Keegan was mesmerized by the taste, salty but yet so sweet like how he had always daydream about. His icy blue watched as your thighs shaken, as he was reaching his own climax. He held both your legs open, keeping his left hand on your thigh, the other holding down on your stomach, pushing it downward as his thumbs rub against your clit. The deeper his tongue reached, the rougher he became and a rhythm was found with his hip thrusting into the sheet underneath him.Â
Until he noticed that your walls were clenching more so often that he pulled himself out of you. Keegan wanted you to cum on his cock, not tongue for tonight. Huffing, he looked down and to his surprise, his cock slowly sprang up again, slapping against his stomach as if he didn't just leave a trail of cum shot on the bed a second ago. The white trail led from his knees to almost reaching your cunt. While he was familiar with the sight of his transparent, almost liquid-like cum dripping down from your cavern, to see how thick, chunky and white it was tonight could explain how long he had went without your pussy milking him to the verge of tears.
As much as Keegan wanted to eat you out throughout the night, he, himself, could not control the itching and soreness of his cock, having to cum dry as he gave it a few strokes. Hissing ever so slightly, teeth clenched together each time his thumb touched the angry tip. With a quick, smooth stroke, he pushed the foreskin downward as it stood in its glory. The member was a combination of length and thickness, with a pink mushroom tip and a little bump in the middle that could deliciously brush against your G-spot everytime he pushed himself deeper, or bottomed out.Â
Keegan knew that his size was larger than what you're used to, it's proven its power every single time he can get his cock inside of your tiny, small, delicious little cunt. Keegan made it his life long mission to make you feel good on his cock, and only on his. He would whisper praise after praise as he had nothing but sweetness to offer you while his hand ran down your body, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh, addicted to the feeling of your skin spilling out between his fingers.Â
Carefully, Keegan lined up his dick with your entrance, his left hand spread your cunt out for him as he watched himself sinking in, slowly disappearing into you.Â
âAgh, fuckfuckfuckfuckâŠ..â Stream of curse words fell out of his mouth as the tightness and hotness of your cunt made his brain freeze. The contrast between the cold bedroom and your warm walls result in a speechless Keegan. He fell onto his forearms on either side of your head while biting his lips in an attempt to keep himself silent. He knew how his whimpers and moans did to you, and he was afraid that you might wake up to the sight of him so sensitive that he could not push himself any deeper inside of you.Â
Keegan sinked his weight down on your body, pushing it deliciously against the mattress when the heat of our body sent electric shots to his brain. Thus making him clench down on his teeth, face buried into the middle of your chest. His lips opened and closed, kissing and sucking the spot lightly as he rolled his hips until he finally felt himself fully inside you. His angry cock throbbed, he could feel the veins brushed against your humid pussy, making you clench down even harder. In which, making him feel even more dumb and horny.Â
His pace wasn't slow, yet wasn't fast as a result of his mixed up brain. On one hand he wanted to brutally fuck you stupid, while the other was scared that he could hurt you.Â
He slowed down, bottomed out and pulled his cock out only to witness the of your cunt getting oh so attached to his dick that your meat was dragging off outside with a loud âpopâ, as if begging not be departed from his cock. Keegan immediately slammed back in without hesitation as he slurred. Mouth watered as he pushed himself forward to trade some of his saliva with yours, mixing them up like cocktails in your mouth before slurping them back down his throat.Â
Keegan got himself into a rhythm of just bottoming out, slamming in that he found himself lost in pleasure yet again. The pace got rougher and rougher as he pushed your body upward, back arched up like you were inviting him to destroy your inside. You accommodated him so well, so responsive that he suddenly felt doubt that you're faking your sleep. Because how could you possible asleep with how he was fucking you right now. The room was filled with skin slapping sound, your cunt made a sloppy sound when his dick came back in, the air was humid with the addicting sex smell and the bed cricket ever so slightly.Â
His cock continued stretching you out, molding your pussy into a shape that could take in whatever he gave you. Keegan dreamt of rearranging your inside so that he could forever pinning you down and slid your panties off easily like this. His cock would be kissing your cervix again and again. At some point, he was thrilled to think that it might open up widely soon so that he can dump his cum inside while you continuously sucking them in. Your juice overflew, forming a delicious white base around the base of his cock as he watched your cunt flutter open for him. While the tip was teasing your cervix, his little bump in the middle was doing its magic while constantly stimulating your G-spot. Sometimes, he caught your moaning and panting. If he was the person 5 minutes ago, he would slow down but now, he would love to take that risk. Maybe the sight of you waking up to the sudden soreness of your core, eyes filled with shock then shifted into the back of your head when he slammed back in, rocking your body backward had him giggling to himself like a madman.Â
His cock exited and entered thus his thrust became more and more sloppy. Keegan could feel his climax in the back of his mind as he held you closer, one hand on your back, pressing your chest onto his as he pounding on your faster and faster than before his cock vibrated violently inside of you.Â
"Agh⊠yes yes, t-taking me in so well, sweetheart. You're so good~... " Keegan slurred as his seed, thick and creamy, spilled out of his cock started to fill you up, painting your wall luscious white. He rolled his hips a bit more, despite his exhibition in an attempt to keep all his semen in your small and tight pussy before pulling out. His hand caressed your tummy as he felt it swell from how much cum he stuff you with as he leaned down to kiss it.
"Oh, fuck fuck so good, so goddamn good" Keegan hissed as he tried to regain his compulsory and release your body reluctantly. The way he laid you down so gently was a great contrast to the man that pounded on you like an animal minutes. But Keegan was so wrong, thinking that this might be the end because the moment he saw your cunt made a slurp sound before dropping globs (?) after globs of semen onto the mattress got his dick hard again.Â
"Fuck this shit, you did this on purpose right? Got me fucking under your spell right, doll?~" He groan, a moan of both frustration and pleasure as he hold your body up, turning your around. Your face was pushed into the pillow and his arms pulled your ass up for him. The sight was so lewd and he was fucking glad to be the only one to witness your body getting destroyed without you noticing. How could anyone imagine that the tough, cold, icy soldier was such a whore for his lover at night? Drinking in their sight or maybe kissing the foot that they step on him.Â
His cock throbbed back alive as the sight registered into his brain, transmitting the horny sensation back down to his dick. Giving it a stroke while leaning downward, Keegan kissed your cunt. His tongue moved carefully to collect off the dripping seed in order to push them back inside of you again. He took a big suck in your clit, leaning back not without releasing it with a big, vulgar 'pop'. With one hand holding your ass up, Keegan gathered his saliva and spit on your cunt as well as his cock. He tapped your entrance with his tipped lightly before sinking back in.Â
" âm-⊠god, you're still s-so tight doll" Keegan groaned as he held you by the tummy. His head buried into the crook of your neck, inhaling every single scent that you offered him, the other snaked around to hold onto your hip.Â
This time he didn't feel shy anymore as he start his pace strong and forward. With each slapped of his balls against your ass, he could feel the bulge on your stomach reappeared and disappeared. His hand pressed down on it more and more aggressively as the pace picked up.Â
His semen and your juice now join together in your tiny cunt that he loved so much. His dick glided effortlessly in and out, yet, didnât exclude the power and strength. Each thrusts brought out a delicious moan from you that made his brain go mush so completely. Though your body had grown familiar with his animalistic thrust, the juice wasn't, as it still flowed out of your holes each time he went deeper. It glided down from your inner thighs to the sheet, or maybe just dropped down like rain. Either way, the sight only fed into Keegan's mind, edging him to manhandle you more often.Â
Because would you look at that? Your body was so weak and fragile, pressing against his abs and solid build. He flipped you over and carried you around like a doll while your face remained the pure and naive look, getting more and more horny the more he kissed your cervix with his dick. When you rapidly squeeze around him again, Keegan rasped and pounded as deeply as possible, mouthing at the crook of your neck, kissing all the previous marks that he left on you when he got home. His cock tilted up as he readjusted himself so his hip had the best angle to get you dump. Drools dropped down from the corner of your mouth as the spine of his dick scraped onto your G-spot again and again.
âLook what a lovely mess youâre for me~â He melted on top of you as he kissed off the sweat that trickled from his chest to your back, cleaning you off or just coating you with a layer of his saliva from inside to out. His hand around your tummy tightened as he reached his high, hips sloppily thrust in. Keegan let out a cry of satisfaction when another pump of his loads got released inside of you as your body happily sucked them into the cervix.
Keegan breathed out slowly as his eyes went watery from how overstimulated himself was for you. He kissed the back of your neck again when laying you down, spooning you in his hand. Chest touching your back in a position that he deem would protect you from the outside world threats but not to his thirst for you.
Keegan smiled happily and intertwined their legs together, he brushed your wet hair away from your face. His cock still buried deep inside as he mumbled praises after praises in his sleep.
What a simp..
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Texting the COD Men
POV : Theyâre jealous
MDNI | 18+ | NSFW
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Showtime â Keegan P. Russ x Reader
Kinktober day 4: Uniform kink
They don't hate each other I promise
CW: hate sex, hardcore, scratching, dirty talk, manhandling, creampie, just. Pure filth
"Fucking stay still." Keegan mutters between clenched teeth, trying to get you to stop fucking yourself on his dick. It was ruining the rhythm he set on his thrusts, and while any other time he would have enjoyed it, it ruined his orgasm three times already.
"Fuck you." You retort back, making him take a deep breath and wonder for a second if he should just pull out and jerk off instead of dealing with you. He shakes his head, grabbing your hips again and slamming himself all the way back inside in one thrust, basking in your loud moan before he pulled out again. Big, gloved hands pull you by the ankles as he swiftly puts you on your back, his hands folding your legs up with ease as he slams himself back in, quickly setting a punishing rhythm.
"Wanna act like a bitch? I'll fucking treat you like one." His voice is deeper and more raw, eyes shut as he holds your legs even closer to your body, the way your tight cunt is swallowing him up like nothing is making him go nuts. One of his gloved hands goes to hold the top of your head, angling it up so you can see his stupidly large dick fuck into you.
"Takin' me like nothing... how many dicks have been in this sweet cunt, hm? How many from the Ghosts?" He's simply trying to get in your head and he knows it's working by the way your half-lidded eyes open simply to glare up at him, a small frown forming on your lips as you refuse to answer.
"None of... your fucking business." Damn him and his massive cock, stretching your wet cunt out with ease as he pounds you into the mattress, using your own body to drive himself impossibly deeper inside you. The tip of his dick keeps slamming into the entrance of your abused womb, making a mix of pain and pleasure to shoot up in your body with every single deep thrust.
"The whole squad, huh?" He asked with a small, deep laugh, and you know him well enough to be able to tell he has a shit-eating grin under his skull balaclava. He lowers his body into you, arms wrapping around your waist as he hammers his thick shaft inside you, the lewd sounds of your squelching cunt and your combined moans are bouncing off the walls of the safehouse. You're mentally glad none of the other Ghosts are here yet, listening to your slutty, needy moans as Keegan uses your tiny cunt to jerk himself off.
"Maybe." You confess jokingly, though you're trying to make it seem like it's true. You've seen the way Keegan becomes possessive over you before, and you can see it now, as his light blue eyes narrow before he slams into you deeper and harder than before, his breath hot and labored right in your ear.
"Fucking slut." He says with a breathy chuckle, the way your squelching cunt is leaking all over the crotch of his uniform while you swallow him up is giving him the chance to ignore the way his heart strings get pulled at the thought of you with anyone else. His gloved hands hold the back of your knees, pulling them to your chest until you whine out. He thrashes inside you a few times before his arms wrap under the back of your knees, pulling you up with him.
"Hold on tight." Your arms immediately wrap around his neck when he lifts you up, wincing softly at the way his tactical vest is rubbing against your sensitive nipples. He moves your body up and down his dick slowly, hissing once your patience runs out and your nails scratch the only place uncovered by his uniformâ the back of his neck.
"Bitch." He barks out, arms now wrapped around your waist as he begins to slam back into you, masked face hidden on the nape of your neck as he moans lowly, trying his best to fuck you as hard as he can despite his vest getting in the way. One of your hands holds onto his vest for support from his animalistic thrusts and he throws his head back, feeling the way your cunt clenches around him is already driving him over the edge.
"I'm not pulling out." He warns, as if he didn't have you begging for him to cum inside you every single time you've fucked. You simply nod your head, eyes closed as you feel the knot on your stomach coming undone, your orgasm hitting you like a tidal wave at the same time Keegan is milked, letting out a deep groan right into your ear while your greedy womb gladly takes his cum, filling you to the brim with his seed just as he had done so many times in the past. He holds you close to him and you don't register his balaclava is pulled over half of his face until you feel his lips gently kissing your neck.
"Attagirl."
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THEYâRE BUSY (COD +18 TEXTS)
ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE
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