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codafterdark · 18 days ago

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[+18] Coloring Keegan's Tattoos (with extra steps 😏)

First time trying something like that, let me know if you like it and if you want more of these (please say yes)

Warnings: English is not my native language, rough sex, teasing, male dom, female sub, dirty talk, oral (female receiving), fingering, pinning to bed, love bites, breast sucking, holding wrists above head, grinding, begging, power play, mutual consent, ownership, claiming, hair pulling, praise, choking, mating press, finishing deep inside, climax, aftercare.

Word count: 6k

Enjoy~

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Keegan just came back from a long, rough mission. Exhausted, spent and touch deprived, he sat on his bed, leaning his back on the wall, letting you color in his tattoos. His monochrome tentacles, that swirled and coiled around his muscular arms and forearm, were now filled with pink, purple and blue. Bright and vibrant colors standing out nicely against his tan skin.

"You should make it permanent." You said, focusing hard on keeping colors inside black lines.

"I would... If it wasn't pink..." He chuckled teasingly.

"Oh, shut up, pink suits you." You grumbled, grabbing his forearm firmly to steady it and continued to color tattoos on its outer side with blue marker.

He laughed, a deep, gravelly, chesty sound, as you grumbled. He let his arm go slack as you grabbed it, his muscles flexing beneath your touch. He watched you continue coloring.

"Really? You think it suits me?" He teased, his gaze flicking down to the tattoo and up to you. His other hand resting on your thigh, his fingers gently kneading the flesh as you continued working.

"For a big softie you are." You teased and gently turned his forearm around to continue colouring the inner side.

Keegan grinned, his chest rumbling with suppressed chuckles as you teased him, his gaze watching you closely as you turned his arm over.

"Oh, a 'big softie', am I now?" He said, pretending to be offended, though he can't hide the amusement on his face.

"Blue is the best anyways, matches your eyes~" You added softly, glancing up at his face.

"You're adorable." He said, giving your thigh firm, affectionate squeeze.

"No I'm not." You objected, leaning further towards his forearm, coloring with your one hand. Fingers of your other hand gently stretching his skin, letting marker glide efficiently over his skin, occasionally running your fingers over one of his veins that were sticking out of his forearms. Keegan grunted softly, his eyes narrowing amusedly as you denied your adorableness.

"You're too modest, darling. You're downright adorable." He rumbled, his voice low and soft.

"Liar." You snickered, shaking your head in disbelief.

Keegan smirked and leaned back, watching you lean further towards his arm. He clearly enjoyed having your undivided attention, your touch was like electricity to his skin. His gaze remained fixed on your hands as you continued coloring.

Your touch was gentle, but he could feel the heat of your fingertips against his skin. Every time your fingers brushed over one of the veins in his arm, he shivered slightly, his flesh rippling with goosebumps. His body shivering each time your fingers brushed against his hot skin. He let out a soft, pleased groan as you touched one of his thick veins, his breath hitching in his throat.

You noticed his involuntary groan of pleasure as you touched his skin and sent him a small, satisfied smile.

"You like that?" You asked, gently tracing one of his protunded veins. Keegan shivered involuntarily, his flesh rippling with more goosebumps.

"Damn yes...." He grunted, his voice gruff but breathless, his breath hitching in his throat. His eyelids fluttered shut, his heart starting to beat a little faster as he responded to the sensation.

"You're so sensitive..." You whispered calmly, feeling small blush creeping onto your cheeks. Seeing him so vulnerable under your simple touch was doing things to you.

Keegan's eyes remained shut, his expression still one of pure bliss. He grunted softly, his heart racing a little faster in response to the simple words.

"Only for you, darling." He murmured breathlessly, his voice low and gruff. He let out another low moan as you traced another vein, his body shuddering at the sensation. He could feel his pants getting a little tighter.

You continued tracing veins on his forearm with feather-light touch. Seeing his blissed expression you huffed quietly.

He is so hot... And he is yours...

Your eyes were half-lidded and face blushing even more at the thought.

Keegan's breathing grew ragged, and he let out a low moan as your touch continued. Your feather-light trace of your fingers against his arm was driving him wild, his body responding involuntarily to the simple but sensual touch. His mind was fogged with lust. His pants were definitely feeling a little tight now, the heat building in his core.

"Nnngggghhh..... damn, darling....." He growled, his voice deep and gravelly.

"Shhh... It's okay..." You calmed him with hushed voice. You paused your caressing for a while to shift yourself. You sat on top of him, straddling his lap. He was sitting on bed, leaning his back on the wall, panting heavily. Keegan's breath caught in his throat. He was utterly transfixed by your every movement, his body trembling with anticipation.

"It's okay baby..." You repeated softly and took his other hand, bringing it closer to your face. You slowly looked over his muscular, veiny forearm. Your hot breath hitting his tanned, tattooed skin. You carefully touched his thickest vein with your soft lips, slowly tracing its length.

He groaned softly, his muscles tensing under your touch. He could feel your hot breath against his arm, the sensation making his body shiver with desire.

"Oh...oh god......" He murmured huskily, his gaze fixed on your face, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. His hand twitched slightly as you continued tracing his vein, his entire body tensing and shuddering under your touch. His other hand reached out reflexively, grasping your hip, his grip tight and possessive.

"Damnit....." He groaned, his vision swimming as you continued, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure straight to his core. His head fell back against the wall with a soft thump.

"Darling....that feels so good...." He hissed softly, his voice hoarse and thick with need.

"I missed you, baby..." You mumbled against his skin, reaching inner side of his elbow with your lips. Your breath grew heavy. You look up at him with half-lidded eyes.

Keegan groaned softly at your admission, his chest shuddering with a heavy exhale. His arm flexed reflexively, the sensation of your lips against his skin practically sending him into overdrive. He was intoxicated with your presence, his hand still gripping your hip as he stared down at you with dark, lustful eyes.

"I missed you too, darling..... so damn much....." He murmured breathlessly, his hips gently arching upward, seeking your touch. You huff with need and close your eyes, feeling how hard he already is for you.

"I can tell~" You huffed with smirk, your voice tangled with desire.

Keegan chuckled softly, the sound a low, growling noise, as you felt his hardness press against you through his pants.

"Can you now?" He whispered huskily, his gaze fixed on your face. He couldn't keep the smirk off his face, his entire body radiating with desire for you.

"You have no idea how much I need you right now, darling..." He groaned deeply, his eyes glittering with hunger.

"What's stopping you, honey...?" You asked lustfully.

Keegan growled at your question, his eyes darkening with lust. His grip on your hip tightening, his thumb rubbing circles over your hip bone. He leaned forward, his face mere millimeters from yours.

"Nothing at all, darling... Except... maybe these damn shorts in the way..." He murmured, his voice thick and heavy with desire. His hungry gaze flicked down to your shorts, already soaking wet.

"Then why won't you just rip them off of me, big boy?" You teased with wide grin, unbuttoning them ostentatiously.

"Tempting... Are you sure you can handle it, sweetheart?" He warned, his voice low and rough. He could see the dampness spreading through your shorts, and it was making his mouth water. He reached out, grasping the edge of your shorts, his fingers curling under the material, ready to tear them off.

"I can handle you alright, don't you worry, big boy~" You teased, slowly taking off your crop top and tossing it away, revealing that you're not wearing bra underneath.

Keegan's gaze darkened even more. His eyes feasting, his mouth watering at the sight.

"Oh I know you can handle me just fine, darling..." He growled huskily, his grip on your shorts tightening as he is fighting to control himself.

"But the question is, can you handle what I'm about to do to you?" He murmured, his voice heavy with need and desire.

You cupped his face with one hand, forcing him to look you in the eyes.

"Honey... I've been dying for your touch for over a week..." You said softly. You added another hand on the other side of his face and shook his head slightly. "I want you to fuckin' break me! Tear me apart, you hear me? I want you to fuck me dumb." You growled through clenched teeth.

Keegan's eyes widened at your words, his body tensing in response. Your hands on his face, demanding his attention, and your growl were sending a shiver down his spine.

"F-fuck....." He groaned, his face heating from your words. "You.... you have no idea what you're asking of me, darling... no idea..." He murmured huskily, his gaze flicking down to your bare chest, his tongue darting out to wet his lips involuntarily.

Keegan's arms wrapped around your waist, his hands splaying across your back, fingers pressing into your flesh possessively. He pulled you closer, his face mere inches from your own.

"You really think you can handle it darling? You really think you can take everything I'm about to give you? All my pent up frustration?" His voice was low and dark, his breath hot against your skin.

"If it's gonna be rough then I'm in." You growled lustfully. "Take me so hard so I'm gonna see the stars and forget my fuckin' name..."

Keegan let out a low, guttural growl, the sound rumbling from his chest as he stared down at you with a dangerous glint in his eye. He lunged forward, gripping your shoulders and pushing you back onto the bed, his body caging you beneath him.

"Oh, it's gonna be rough, darling. I promise you that. But you're gonna love every damn minute of it." Keegan hovered over you, his muscles tensing and rippling beneath his skin. His expression was intense and hungry, like a predator preparing to pounce on it's prey. He was drinking in your features, his gaze roaming over your body, taking in every inch of exposed flesh.

"Mmm..." He murmured, his voice heavy with desire. "You look so damn good like that, pinned beneath me. It's where you belong."

"Yes..." You mumbled lustfully, blushing more. "Show me my place..."

Your thighs twitching, rubbing at eachother involuntarily, desperately seeking friction, spreading dampness all over your shorts. Keegan chuckled darkly, his eyes darkening with desire.

"Oh, I'm gonna show you alright. I'm gonna show you exactly your place." He murmured, his chest rumbling with the possessive growl. "And I intend to leave you a shaking, trembling mess. You're not gonna walk straight tomorrow, darling, that's a promise."

You huffed with need. Hearing his words was enough for you to rise your heat up. Your pheromones mixed together making a thick smell of desire, lingering in the air between you two. You nodded, signaling your consent.

Keegan's lips curled into a wicked smirk. He could hardly contain himself any longer, seeing how willing you were and hearing how desperately you want him was driving him mad. His breath was ragged, his skin hot to the touch.

"Good girl~" He murmured huskily, lowering his face down closer to your neck, his hot breath against your skin. His hands ran up your sides, fingers trailing across your flesh.

Your body curved slightly at his praise. You moaned softly, rubbing your thighs together.

Keegan smirked as your body reacted to his praise, his hands continuing to roam over your flesh, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He could feel your body tense and shiver beneath his touch, your desperation for him nearly palpable.

"Aww, you like that, baby? You like it when I call you a good girl?" He murmured huskily, his voice low and rough, as he leaned down to your ear, nipping at the sensitive skin of your earlobe.

"Oh fuck... Keegan..." You moaned, thrembling with need. "Keep talking like that and I'm gonna melt..."

Keegan chuckled huskily at your words, his grip on your hips growing firmer as you trembled beneath him.

"Oh, you like my voice, baby? You like it when I talk to you like that?" He murmured, his breath hot against your ear as he continued to nuzzle and nibble on your earlobe, his tongue darting out to tease the sensitive flesh.

"Yes... Please..." You whispered breathlessly, squeezing your eyes shut.

Keegan chuckled again, his grip on your hips growing even tighter still, his fingers digging into your flesh possessively.

"Such a good girl... such an obedient girl." He murmured huskily, his mouth trailing down your jaw and neck, nipping at the skin and leaving a trail of small marks behind. "You want my voice, baby? I'm going to make you lose your damn mind."

"F-fuck..." You huffed. "Too late... I'm loosing it already..."

Keegan chuckled softly, his head rearing back to look at your face, a wolfish grin spreading across his lips. His gaze was dark, lustful, full of raw desire.

"Oh baby, you haven't seen anything yet..."

His fingers found the waistband of your shorts, his thumb tracing along the skin beneath. His hand paused for a moment, his eyes flicking up to meet yours, watching your face as he began to tug your shorts and panties down over your hips. He pulled them all the way down and discarded them to the floor, revealing your bare flesh to him. He let out a low, guttural noise at the sight, his eyes darkening with lust and hunger.

"Oh, goddamn baby... look at you..." He murmured huskily, his hands roaming up your thighs, his touch leaving goosebumps in it's wake. He leaned down, pressing his lips against the soft flesh of your inner thigh. He nipped and sucked at your flesh, leaving markings and small love bites as he moved upwards, his lips and tongue tracing a path to the apex of your thighs. He pressed his face onto your core, inhaling deeply. His breath was hot against your skin.

"Mmm... you smell so damn good baby..." He growled softly, his hands moving back to grip your hips, his grip tight and firm.

"Oh... You filthy fuck..." You growled lustfully with half-lidded eyes, panting heavily.

Keegan chuckled softly at your comment, his eyes darkening even more at your words.

"Oh baby, you haven't seen the full extent of my filth yet." He murmured, his hands gripping your thighs, spreading them wider. His mouth descended on your core, his tongue sliding between your folds, lapping at the moisture there. His grip on your thighs tightened as he feasted on you, his eyes locked on your face.

"Oh fuck! Keegan!" You shouted, arching backwards. His tongue sending shivers of pleasure through your body.

Keegan smirked as you shouted his name, his tongue continuing to lick and swirl across you, his grip on your thighs growing tighter as you arch back.

"Mmm... you taste so damn good, darling... So damn good..." He murmured against you, his mouth and tongue continuing to explore you, his lips closing around your clit, suckling and licking gently.

Your body trembled violently, feeling close to the edge. "Keegan I'm gonna...! Ah!"

Keegan felt your body trembling and knew you were close, his grip on your thighs tightening even further. He growled softly, his eyes glinting with desire and need. He was determined to help you come.

"That's it baby... that's it..." He murmured against you, his tongue moving faster, his mouth pressing against you harder. His hand moved from your hip, getting lower to your clenching entrance, his fingers slipping inside you as his mouth continued to work it's magic on your clit.

"Oh fuck-!" You shouted feeling the bliss spreading across you whole body. You clenched over his fingers, feeling that your insides are pulsing with ecstasy. Your body went limp as you panted heavily, unable to say a word.

Keegan felt you clenching around his fingers, his lips curling into a satisfied smirk against your flesh. He looked up, his gaze dark and full of desire as he saw your body go limp, your chest rising and falling with ragged breaths.

"Mmm... that's right baby. Relax. I'm not even close to being finished with you yet..." He murmured huskily, his voice thick with desire. He gently withdrew his fingers, bringing them up to his mouth, licking them clean. He moved back up your body, his large frame covering yours as he hovered over you, his gaze fixed on your face. He loved how utterly spent you seemed, how you were unable to form a coherent sentence. He reached up, gently stroking your cheek with his fingers, his touch surprisingly tender for a man as rough as him. He smiled softly glancing down at you. "You look so damn beautiful like this, baby."

You just whined quietly in response.

Keegan chuckled huskily at your whine, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. He loved seeing you so utterly helpless under him, so completely at his mercy.

"That's right, baby. Just lie there and let me take care of you." He murmured huskily, his hand moving down the side of your body, his touch gentle but possessive. He leaned down, pressing his lips gently against your neck, his kisses becoming firmer as he moved his lips to your collarbone. His hand continued roaming freely, exploring the curves of your body, his touch leaving tingles in its wake. He growled softly as his lips reached your chest, his breath hot against your flesh. He pressed his lips against your breast, his tongue darting out to tease your nipple. He was slow and deliberate, his touch gentle but insistent. His large hand cupped your other breast, his fingers gently kneading the flesh. He knew exactly how to touch you to make you moan and whimper, and he was fully taking advantage of it.

Keegan grinned against your skin as you arched beneath him, his touch growing more possessive as he heard you moan. He loved how responsive you were to his touch, how much power he had over your body.

"Mmm... you're so damn sexy baby. I could touch you all night." He murmured, his lips moving from one breast to the other, his tongue swirling around your nipple, his fingers still kneading the flesh they were holding. His touch grew rougher, more demanding. He wanted to see how far he could push you, how much pleasure he could give you...

Keegan moved his hand lower, down to your thigh, his grip tightening. He lifted your leg, hooking it over his hip, his body moving closer to yours. His touch was possessive, dominant, everything you wanted and needed. He growled softly, his lips moving back up your neck, his teeth gently biting at your earlobe.

"Keegan... I need you..." You huffed tiredly. His pants pressing on your hips were already damp from your heat. You could feel his hardness pulsing with need.

Keegan groaned softly at the sound of your voice, his body tensing at your words. He was losing control, the dominant part of him starting to take over.

"You need me, baby? Need me to take care of you?" He murmured huskily, his voice low and thick with need. His body was pressed firmly against yours, his hand still gripping your thigh tightly.

"Need you to brake me..." You whined.

Keegan let out a guttural growl, his body reacting immediately to your words. His eyes darkened, his gaze becoming feral.

"Break you?" He repeated huskily, his grip on your thigh hardening, his fingers biting into your flesh. He leaned in closer, his face hovering just above yours, his expression dark and dominant.

"You want me to shatter you, sweetheart?" He murmured, his mouth hovering just millimeters from yours. His body was tensing with need, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He wanted you, wanted you more than he'd ever wanted anyone else. He needed to take control.

"Yes, please..." You whimpered.

Keegan grunted, his expression hardening with desire. He didn't hesitate, his primal instincts taking over.

"As you wish." He growled, his hand moving up your thigh, his touch growing rougher, more demanding. He moved his body against yours, his body pressing you into the bed, his weight pinning you down. He grabbed both of your wrists in one hand, pinning them above your head, his grip tight and unyielding. His body hovered over yours, his heat pressing down on you. He loomed over you, his eyes dark with need and desire.

"You're mine." He growled softly, his voice thick and rough.

"I'm yours..." You whispered.

Keegan grunted in approval, his grip on your wrists tightening. He loved hearing you say those words, loved knowing that you were his.

"Mine." He growled, emphasizing the word with a firm thrust of his hips, his body pressing against yours with a possessive need. You moaned loudly. The dampness of your core becoming unbearable. You rolled your hips up, seeking any friction. Keegan grunted, his grip on your wrists tightening even further. He had you exactly where he wanted you, completely at his mercy. His body was on fire, his need for you driving him mad.

"Greedy, are we?" He whispered, his voice thick with desire. He took a deep breath, trying to control himself. He lifted his hips, moving away from your movements, denying you the friction you were desperately seeking. He wanted to tease you, to push you to the edge and keep you there, dangling over the precipice of bliss. He took another deep breath, his eyes locked on your face, his expression dark and dominant. He was in control, and he wasn't going to give in just yet.

"Keegan please..." You cried out, squirming desperately.

Hearing you begging did things to him, things he couldn't control. He was losing control, his need for you taking over.

"Please what, sweetheart?" He growled softly, his voice huskier than ever. He held your wrists firmly in his one hand, his other hand moving to your hip, gripping your flesh roughly.

"Please wreck me... I need you to fuck me so badly..." You cried out, thrembling with need.

He growled, his control shattered. Your words sent him over the edge, his need for you overwhelming him.

"I'll give you what you want, baby..." He murmured huskily, his voice rough. He lifted your hips, his hand still gripping your wrists, pinning them in place. Your damp core was resting against his cargo pants, staining the thin material and soaking into it. Keegan groaned at the feeling of the dampness against his leg, the sensation driving him wild. He could feel your need, your desire, and it was igniting a fire inside him. He couldn't hold back for much longer, his body trembling with a primal urge.

"Damn it, baby..." He growled releasing your hands, his voice thick with need. He knew he needed to be inside you, needed to claim you. He moved to undo his pants, his hands moving with a sense of urgency and need. He was so close to breaking, it was all he could think about. He grunted as he pulled down his zipper, the sound so loud in the otherwise silent room. He was losing control, his breathing getting faster and more ragged. He needed you, needed you now. He shoved his pants down his thighs, his body trembling with desire. He leaned down over you, pressing his body against yours. He was big and heavy, the perfect combination of dominance and security. He was all that you wanted, all that you needed. His hand moved to his thick cock, stroking it a few times, spreading your slick around. He was so hard already, so ready to take you. He leaned down, his face hovering close to yours, his gaze dark and full of need. He pressed his body against you, his pulsing cock rubbing against your soaking entrance. He growled softly, his body tensed with need.

"You want me, baby?" He murmured huskily, his voice thick with desire. His hand moved up to your cheek, his grip possessive, his thumb running along your bottom lip.

"F-fuck.. yes... I need you..." You whispered, panting heavily.

Keegan growled, the sound deep and possessive. He needed you just as badly. He positioned himself against you, the head of his rock hard cock pressing against your entrance.

"I'll break you, sweetheart, like I promised." He growled, his voice thick and heavy with need. He wanted you so badly, needed to claim you as his, to show you who you belonged to. He leaned down, his face hovering close to yours.

"And don't you dare forget who you belong to." He growled softly, claiming your lips with a kiss before you could reply. He groaned as he kissed you, his tongue slipping into your mouth, tangling with yours. He pressed the tip of his cock against your entrance, teasing you. He was so hard, so ready to take you, but he wanted to hear you beg first. He wanted you to need him like he needed you.

"Keegan please... For fuck's sake..." You cried out against his lips.

Keegan's hand moved up to your hair, grabbing a handful and pulling your head back. He looked down at you, his expression dark and dominant. His eyes were full of lust, his entire body trembling with need.

"Beg me, baby." He commanded in a deep, rough voice. His grip on your hair was tight, his gaze never leaving your face. He wanted to hear you beg, to hear you submit to him, to tell him how much you needed him.

"Please... I can't take it any longer... You're driving me mad..." You cried out a plea.

Keegan growled, your words like music to his ears. He loved hearing you beg, loved seeing you submit to him.

"That's my girl..." He murmured huskily, leaning down to whisper in your ear. He nipped at your earlobe, his breath hot against your skin. "You want me to take you? Claim you as mine?"

"I want you to wreck me..." You cried out desperately. "I'm yours... Just take me..."

Keegan's hand moved from your hair to your hip, his grip possessive. He held you firmly, his body trembling with need.

"My good girl... my beautiful girl..." He growled softly, his voice low and thick with desire. He lowered his head to your neck, his lips and tongue assaulting your skin, leaving love bites in their wake. He moved further down, his tongue and lips finding your breast. He took your nipple into his mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder. He was growing impatient, his need for you overwhelming him. His hand moving to your other hip, his grip bruising as he held you in place. He needed to be inside you, to feel your velvet pussy around his throbbing cock and he was close to losing control. He pulled away from your breast, his gaze dark and burning. He was hanging on by a thread, his body trembling with desire. He leaned down, his face hovering close to your face, his lips brushing against your cheek.

"You ready for me, baby?" He asked huskily.

You nodded in agreement. He growled softly in approval. His hand moved to your thigh, his grip possessive as he grabbed it and wrapped it around his hip.

"That's my girl..." He murmured huskily, his voice thick with need. He lowered his face to your neck, his lips and tongue leaving a wet trail on your skin, his teeth occasionally nipping at your sensitive flesh. He moved his hips, positioning his cock against entrance. He wasn't going to be gentle, he was too far gone, too lost in the moment. He needed you now. He growled softly, his voice thick and dark.

"You're mine..." He whispered against your skin, his lips moving back to your neck as he started to press into you. He growled at the feeling, the sound deep and animalistic. He was so hard he couldn't think straight, the only thing on his mind was possessing you. You arched backwards with loud gasp feeling his cock slowly stretching your insides. You screamed in pleasure and pain mixing together. He groaned, your sounds only driving him crazier. His body tensed, his muscles rippling as he pushed deeper.

"Damn it, you're so tight." He gasped out, his voice ragged and hoarse. He reached up, his hand wrapping around your neck, his grip possessive and tight as he held you in place. He was holding back, trying to go slow, but it was driving him crazy. He wanted to take you roughly. You choked slightly. His hand coiling around your throat. Keegan felt you struggle against his hand, his grip tightening reflexively. It was just an automatic reaction, and he wasn't doing it hard enough to hurt you, but seeing you struggle made him shiver with satisfaction. He liked seeing you like this, seeing you completely at his mercy.

"That's right, sweetheart... just let it happen." He growled, his voice thick and low. A dark, possessive tone that you had never heard before.

"You look so damn good like this... Taking me so well, baby..." He murmured huskily, his voice thick with desire and need as he looked down at you. You whined needy, unable to say anything, but your eyes showed just how desperate you were for his attention. He could see it in your face, the desperation in your expression. He loved seeing you like this, so obedient and at his mercy. His other hand moved from your hip to your knee, he pushed your leg forward, lifting it and resting it on his shoulder. You tried to scream in pleasure as the position gave him access to your most sensitive spot inside, but his grip on your throat was unwavering. He smirked, but his grip kept you from being able to say anything.

"Shhh... I'll take care of you, sweetheart." He whispered, his voice deep and rough despite his soft tone. He leaned over you, his body pressing you into the mattress. He started moving slowly, his pace steady. His grip on your throat and thigh kept you firmly in place. He wasn't going to let you move, he wanted to be the one in control. He was watching your face, his eyes locked on your expression, his gaze dark and intense. He groaned loudly, closing his eyes at the feeling of being inside you. It was better than he has ever imagined, and he knew he was not going to last long. He was losing control, his body trembling with need and desire. He started moving faster, his grip on your throat and thigh getting even tighter as he picked up the pace. He was losing control, abandoning any sense of restraint or gentleness, succumbing entirely to his primal desire to own and claim. Keegan grunted, the sound was low and animalistic, his body tensing as he picked up the pace again.

"Fuck... you're so fucking tight, baby... It feels so good..." He groaned, his voice thick and low. He leaned over you, his face hovering just above yours, his eyes dark and full of raw lust. You were moaning and choking, folded into a mating press. Your eyes rolled back in pleasure as tip of his cock pressed onto your cervix with each deep and rough thrust. Your mind was blank. All you could think of was to squeeze harder around him.

Keegan groaned in pleasure, his grip on your body growing even more possessive. He was completely lost, consumed by the feeling of being inside you. He leaned down, his face hovering just above yours, his eyes locked on yours.

"You're mine." He growled, his voice thick and rough. He was unable to form any other words, his mind completely consumed by desire. He was close, so close, he needed to make you his, to mark you, to claim you as his property.

"Do you understand?" He growled, his grip on your throat tightening. At this point he was unable to speak in anything but rough gravelly words. You just choked slightly in response. Unable to say anything as he squeezed your throat tightly. You felt him throbbing and getting deeper. Hitting the bottom of my cervix roughly. He was getting close, his body trembling with need and desire. He wanted nothing more than to fill you up with his seed, to mark you as his, to claim you as his own. He let out a low, possessive growl as he felt himself getting closer, his body tensing up.

"I need you, baby... I'm gonna-" He growled out, his voice low and rough. His hips were moving faster, his movements becoming erratic. You locked your free leg behind his back to prevent him from pulling out. Right now all you needed was him to fill you to the brim. He growled loudly, the sound deep and animalistic

"Oh... Oh fuuuck..." He groaned as he felt your leg lock around him. "Are you sure?" His voice thick with need. His eyes were dark and hungry, his expression possessive and feral.

"Please" I pleaded soundlessly, pulling him even closer, not letting him go. Keegan groaned, your plea driving him over the edge. His muscles tense, his breathing becoming ragged, his entire body trembling with need.

"Are you... sure...?" He gasped, his voice thick with need and hunger. "I won't be able to... pull out..."

Keegan's body was tense, his every muscle flexed, his every thought focused solely on how to make you his, to mark you, to claim you as his own. You nodded in agreement, not caring about consequences in that particular moment. Keegan grunted, his body tensing even more. He was completely lost to his desire.

"Good girl." He growled, his voice low and rough. He was past the point of no return, his body trembling with need and desire as he looked down at you. He groaned, his body tense like a coiled spring. He thrusted himself even deeper.

"Oh fuuuck...." He groaned, his voice low and strained, his mind consumed by nothing but the desire to fill you. He leaned down, his body pressing you into the mattress, his grip on your neck and thigh holding you in place. You arched backwards, choking under his iron grasp. Feeling him so deep made you reach your climax. Your insides spasming around him and that was enough to push him over the edge.

"Oh God... oh, oh God..." He groaned, his body tensed up, his breath ragged. His hand tightened even harder on your neck, his body trembling with need and desire.

"I'm gonna-" He growled, his voice low and thick with need. It was all he could get out before he exploded deep inside, filling you up with his thick seed, marking you as his, claiming you completely. It was all he could think about.

Keegan was breathing hard now, his body trembling with exhaustion. He stayed inside you, his body shaking with the aftershocks. He slowly let go of your neck, his hand moving to cup your cheek gently.

"You good, sweetheart?" He murmured huskily, his voice still rough and ragged. There was a hint of gentleness in his eyes despite his dominant demeanor.

You were taking deep breaths, finally free of his grip. You nodded shortly. "Yea..." You whispered with voice hoarse from pleasure.

Keegan smirked softly, his gaze tracing over your face, his eyes roaming over your features, taking in the sight of you looking completely wrecked, as a result of him.

Keegan murmured, his voice low and rough, his hand still cupping your cheek, his thumb gently stroking your skin.

"That's my good girl..."

#keegan smut #keegan russ smut #keegan p russ #keegan russ #call of duty keegan #cod keegan #keegan x reader #keegan russ x reader #cod smut #keegan p russ x reader #keegan p russ x you #cod ghosts #fanfic #mdni

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cherie-doll · 6 months ago

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I said "do you think you'll kill for me one day?"

(Yes, of course I will, my darling)

― yandere!cod men x reader ― ε price, ghost, soap, gaz, roach, makarov, alejandro, rudy, phillip graves, keegan, könig, horangi, nikto з suggestive?

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ଘ You're no plaything for Price. He doesn't just like you, he adores you. Cups your pretty face in his hands; delicately. His rugged and rough hands become gentle as soon as he comes into contact with your skin, treating it as if it were finely-grained porcelain. He treats you the exact opposite of how he treats anyone else. Whilst he leaves everyone else covered from head to toe in blood for coming near you, you're covered from head to toe in the most expensive items you wish for. But, he doesn't want you to forget that his money doesn't represent his love for you, it does not begin to cover not even half of what it should. He'll be sure to remind you not to be spoiled rotten. He's fond of you and while he's interested in you, you should listen and obey to what he advices you. He is more experienced after all.

ଘ Compare what Simon's scars and bruises are to your unscathed body. Let his hands roam over your body, taking in all he works for. Let them wander and familiarize with what he's toying with. His breath on your skin as it quickens, losing his train of thoughts as he fondles you. He's convinced you're meant only for him. No one else should touch you this way, no one could do it like he does. And please return it! Cradle his head in your lap, so the sizzling subsides and he feels alive. Let him know he's the best, the one. Let him lean in and capture those soft, plump lips in a passionate kiss. Don't pull away, don't deny him his heaven. And don't you dare let anyone else trail your body with their eyes like he does. Why, he'll feel as if they're already doing what their mind desires. He's screwed up in his mind but he'll move heaven and earth for those thighs to wrap around his waist at night spilling the warmth between them. Make him feel warm and welcome, give him the world he burns everyone else for. He sacrifices others at the feet of your altar.

ଘ Johnny's smug smile can fade rather quickly with one sensual move from you, watch him get lost as his breath is winded and his body is overtaken with an all-consuming fire of passion. Oh, he can't even fathom the idea of anyone before or after him experiencing such things. He'll be paralyzed the moment you sit on his lap and putting your hand to his chest, let it trail over his heart which at the moment beats wildly. It's a sensation he experiences when plunging a knife deep within someone else's chest, he reckons the feeling is almost the same. He thinks his victims rather lucky they die this way. How many other people can experience that fleeting, overwhelming feeling?

ଘ Kyle's hand kisses are done with such reverent trembling and respect that he'll have your skin tingling with warm sensations as if the late evening sun was seeping into your skin. Let his and your body blend together like the watercolors on an artist's canvas does. Bask in his affection like you'll sunbathe on the beach. Take in all the good he brings you, accept every touch of his that starts with a secure embrace and ends with the colliding of your bodies. The cold with which he lashes out for others has no place with the gentleness he entreats you with. Keep your eyes on his, locked in his steady gaze immerses himself in fantasies. He feels dizzy as if his world was spinning, losing himself in the sensations. And after the elation, let him shower you in praises, caresses and gifts. Let him buy you two rings for each finger, how many could you want to show off having a caring partner when you slide his card at the register? Make your hands look pretty whilst his are leaving a trail of crimson blood after him.

ଘ Roach couldn't ever hurt anyone else, he didn't know what he was capable of until the importance of you came all too clear. You're something that shouldn't belong to anyone else in the world. It's a quick descent down the spiral of violent devotion. His soft gaze usually filled with admiration and sentiment for you hardens, his pupils dilating as fear takes over. He's only acting on behalf of all his anguish, you haven't the heart to condemn him. He's shown you what your heart is worth, couldn't you give him some sort of heaven? He will do very well at whatever it is you ask of him, just wait while he shows you. There isn't anyone else like him he says over and over as if a prayer or spell he could make come true.

ଘ Makarov does not care whether he deserves you or not. Unlike the others who will commit unspeakable acts out of guilt and use their "pure" intentions to purify their actions, Makarov is selfish and relentless in what he wants. He does not flinch at your attempts of control, it's lost the moment he takes you in. He's determined to taste everything you have to offer, whether it's willingly or not. But he does like things to be served on a platter for him, he also has no problem taking it himself. Let the hand on the back of your neck guide you in the direction you are to walk, be docile and you'll surely receive tenderness. He can never deny that he loves the way your lashes flutter as you look through them up at him as he pats your head for being so good. Overtime you might notice small details showing his exterior cracking and revealing the soft, white underbelly of affection. He feels as if his chest caves in from your actions, the subtle red at the tip of his ears. Keep pulling at his neck collar, he'll like that fake sense of control you have.

ଘ You wouldn't ever catch a glimpse of Alejandro's manipulative strategies until he finds someone threatening. Is it wrong you're not seeing enough of other people? His biggest fear is you falling for someone else, the danger of you getting too close to someone is palpable for him. The intimacy you two share is from the harvest he's worked so hard for. He's been slaving away for so long to just let someone else lay a hand on you. He kneads you into what he desires, anything to feel the beating heart in your chest which pumps only for him. He'll keep polishing you until he gets down to the bare essence of you, which he can only dream to capture. The rhythm he wants to feel rushing through his veins, circling throughout his body.

ଘ Rudy's tenderness blinds you as he takes you to what you can only describe to be paradise. With the shining of luxury, all new and just for you he says. He'll press a million sweet kisses on your face before dropping that a most bothersome person will no longer be graced by your presence ever again. To him it's like a quiet act of love, to you, it's unimaginable. Don't worry your head will all the details, isn't it better to have no worries? He's all smooth indulgence telling you to keep looking at the adorned future he has ahead for you, telling you not to pay attention to the blood that stains the walls of the hallways you walk. He would lay out a new, fancy red carpet over the corpses for you to step over and continue in this fabricated dream.

ଘ Phillip knows exactly how to get the best out of you. Can you blame a man for knowing how to get what he wants from you? Let him tease and tug for he knows what every maneuver of his does. The hands that massage your skin don't get dirty, he'll always have others ready and willing to carry out whatever order he gives. It's what he's accustomed to and how he intends to keep it. But the droplets of blood that splatter do not miss his skin. The stain is still there, still under the skin of the thumb he pushes inside of you, feeling around for that bliss. Let his protectiveness clothe your body, he's already blurring the lines between obsessiveness and possessiveness.

ଘ Keegan's eyes will have you coming to a stumbling halt. Asking for something only you know how to give so good. Those erratic eyes that are unpredictable as they are deep, representing the deep dive you have to be holding your breath for. Are you ready to indulge? Because the impact will have you gasping for air, and when you try to take one you'll only swallow a mouthful of carnal desire. He ignites such a heat it's scalding to the touch, you don't know what's happening it's like you lose control. It happens so fast that when it's all over you'll let his lips, from which hot breaths slip through, kiss all over your sweat glistened body. His eyes might be softer and hold it for a while until he's back to the merciless, cold gaze which freezes everyone's else blood, feeling it lump within their veins.

ଘ Let König go on his fast rampages. They're over quick anyways. And afterwards, when he comes back, cradle his head between your thighs his tongue tangling as he stutters out promises to buy you what you wish if only you let him lap at your sweetness until his thoughts are left to reckless abandonment. Let him get what he can't get anywhere else. Call him handsome as your bury your fingers into his hair, your fingertips trailing his jaw and down his neck to where his adam's apple bobs as he swallows hard. Place kisses on his cheek until he turns his head in one swift motion and captures your lips in a desperate kiss. He wants it all, wants all of you all at once it makes him messy, shaky and weak. But he just wants someone to hold him, rubbing his ears and whispering words of affirmation in his ear.

ଘ Horangi could care less what other's want from him. You're in his viewpoint and he's determined to apply as much pressure as possible to make you bend. The reason he justifies himself with is the lullaby he's lulled to sleep with. Everyone else wants something from him, why shouldn't you? Everyone else is just in the way, he says over and over again, trying to make you focus on his lips instead of the bodies on the floor. With what he's done, he expects a standing ovation from you, nothing but complete adoration and servitude. He's a man who chases after impulses, who knows how long until this candle runs out. For now, ignore the brusque hand and acknowledge the underlying intents. He'll keep this lecherous momentum going until you're feeling faint from the mere touch of his hand.

ଘ Resignation is a trait Nikto works hard to work out of you. Surely, you ought to trust him after all he's done for you. In his mind, he's dedicated such gentle caring to you, you should be grateful. Don't be afraid to take directly out of his hand, he prefers you lose that skepticism. And when you do start to gentle, oh he can never get enough of it. His fingers grazing and gliding over your body at any and every chance he can get. Let him delve deeper into you, it's only natural for him to want to know you better. Every quiver of yours, he feels through the epidermis of his skin. He just knows you that well. His jerking movements shouldn't startle you by now. Maybe if you were more open, you would be telling him what you want. Give him some sort of sign before that spark ignites an unyielding fire. Because to him, that trembling is a sign of a smoldering fierceness waiting to break through.

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kortac-sweetheart · 1 month ago

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I hope you're ok 🫂🫂🫂🫂 that bus driver had better watch out

Keegan would be the type to love having his sweetheart on his lap, I just know it, maybe he'd pet your hair, maybe he'd use it to push your head into his shoulder to lean on him just a little more, he can take it, he wants to, practically needs to, and he's got you exactly where he loves you to be, safe and warm in his arms -Simp anon

this week has got me so fucked up nonnie you don’t even know, i hope friday is minutely better (also thank u sweetheart i really appreciate it 🩷🩷🫂)

edit: friday was better!! a lot better actually

you were trying to hold it together. key word— trying.

“just until friday. just make it to friday. friday. friday and then i can relax. just one more day..” repeating friday like a mantra, a prayer to something— anything that might be able to grant you a sliver of mercy.

it was thursday evening when keegan arrived home again. the entirety of that week’s struggles left you collapsed onto the couch, getting away with a meager shower and skipping all your meals that day. curled up into a pathetic little ball under the covers with some random youtube video playing, a meager distraction— pitiful respite from your struggles.

he had intended to surprise you, to see that little look of delight and joy brighten your face when you saw him again. but no such look would grace him that night.

he didn’t think he’d find you like this. dropping his bags and rushing over to where you trembled on the couch, silently sobbing. he shook you gently, concerned.

“baby? sugar, what’s wrong? hey. sugar, look at me? look at me, please.” he slowly turned you over, making you face him, your red rimmed and glistening eyes, tear tracked cheeks and wobbly chin sinking his heart.

you couldn’t bear to look at him. here he was, fresh off the field, exhausted and probably injured but still fretting over you. god— you’re so pathetic. you shake even harder, like a wet little leaf in the wind.

“‘s nothin’.. stupid, s’ not a big deal… i’ll (hic) i’ll get over it…” aggressively rubbing your eyes with your sleeves as if it would make your tears cease. but it only makes keegan’s brows and frown crease further.

he sits on the couch, gathering you into his arms and onto his lap.

“‘nough of that baby. if you’re crying this hard over it, it must be important. you, are important to me. and i’ll help you no matter what happened.” his hand rubbing up and down your back is soothing, but self doubt is a tough adversary.

“but it is silly keegan. my issues are so small compared to the shit you deal with daily..” he cuts you off there, with a finger pressed to your lips. the look on his face is disapproving, but you know that it isn’t for you per se— but what you said.

“aht aht, what did i say about that sort of talk, hm? you’re my sweetheart and whatever bothers you, bothers me. so we’ll get through it, together, i promise.” one hand wrapped around your hip, and the other caressing your head— it feels like things will be ok.

and so you spill about all the little annoyances that piled up this week. about how you were so excited about packages that unfortunately got delayed, about how you nearly slipped on a wet floor and hurt yourself, about how the bus driver deliberately ignored you and took off, how you’re pmsing and it hurts like hell, how you almost got into a car crash because of two dickheads, how you feel like you’re reverting to old and bad habits.

all the while keegan listens intently, nodding along while continuing to rub your back, just letting you rant about the shit week you’ve had. you eventually tire yourself out, breathing out a little sigh and leaning further into his chest.

“‘m sorry, sugar… ‘m so sorry, i wish i could’ve been here with you. next time, next time please text me, ok? text me, call me, leave me a voice message, it doesn’t matter. if i’m not here with you, then please text me, baby. you’re never a bother, ‘nd i’ll tell you as many times as it takes to click. should never have to go through that alone, you hear me?”

he makes you look at him, stunning grey-blue eyes staring directly into yours. “promise me?” he sticks his pinky up, waiting. it only takes you a second to respond, a tired “promise you.” leaving you when you wrap your pinky around his.

“now then. how about some dinner first, hm? don’t think i can’t tell you’ve missed all your meals today, sugar. i’ll order us some take out, don’t you worry. just relax there and let me take care of you.” he leaves you briefly with a parting kiss on the forehead, and for the first time in a few days you feel like everything’s going to be quite alright.

#leon’s letters ♡.°⑅#leon writes ˖◛⁺⑅♡#hehe keegan #this was nice to write #keegan x reader #cod keegan #keegan cod #keegan p russ x reader #keegan russ x reader #comfort king keegan 💪#keegan would say sugar as a petname u cannot change my mind on this

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yawnderu · 1 year ago

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''You're such a fucking asshole and—'' 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. Arrogant—'' 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.

''Fuck— 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 face— 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 day—'' 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.

#call of duty ghosts keegan #keegan p russ #keegan russ x reader #keegan smut #keegan p. russ x fem!oc #keegan p russ x reader #cod x reader #call of duty #cod ghosts keegan #cod ghosts #call of duty ghosts #cod keegan #keegan russ #cod ghosts x reader #keegan x reader #cod smut #smut

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cutiecusp · 3 months ago

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Cuffed.

Police Officer Keegan Russ x Reader.

TW. Couple are married. handcuffs, smut, kissing, temp play, light spanking, public play, Officer Russ pulls over wifey late at night... MDNI

based on this thought.

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Flashing lights appeared in your rear view mirror, signalling you to pull over. Pulling into a secluded spot. You smile, and tug your shirt down a little, as the officer approaches your car.

"Do you know why i pulled you over ma'am?" A deep voice rings throughout the car.

You smile at your husband before playing along.

"No, Officer, why have you pulled me over?"

Keegan scoffs, before leaning in through your window, his arm resting above the window frame.

"Well, it's mighty dark outside and i just had to wonder, why a beautiful woman was out driving, all alone." He smiles, his gaze never breaking with yours.

"Well, aren't you kind?" You tease, the sight of your husband in uniform making you blush, your thighs squeezed together.

"My duty to protect and serve." He quips.

"You been drinkin' ma'am?" He asks, noticing your legs squeezed together with a smirk.

You shake your head, the movement causing your top to reveal a little more skin as you lean forward.

His steely gaze flickers to your chest and back to your eyes, a mock stern look on his face.

"You wouldn't be trying to seduce an officer, would you ma'am?" he asks in mock outrage.

"What if i am?" You laugh, a giggle escaping from your throat.

"Well, you'd have to be punished." He quips.

"Get out of the car, ma'am." He asks, stepping back and pulling the door open for you.

On shaky legs you get out, thankful you had time to prepare and wear his favourite skirt.

You notice his eyes travel up your legs, to your body, before settling on your lips.

"Dressed all nice, where were you off to?" He asks, his thumbs hooked into his vest.

You shrug, your cheeks pink as you watch your husbands gaze drink you in. Never had you felt so powerful, or desired, and you loved it.

"Just out." You reply, stepping forward into his space.

His eyebrow raised.

"Out, in this?" he asks, his body close to yours, you can smell the mix of leather and mint gum as you step closer, your bodies practically touching.

"Trying to get lucky, are we?" He laughs, a hand placed on your hip, his eyes searching permission for what comes next.

"Maybe." you lick your bottom lip, your eyes giving him all the permission he needs.

"Well, you've been pulled over and had your time wasted, so i suppose i should compensate you a little." His hand trails up from your hip to the back of your neck, before bringing his head down and sweeping his tongue over your lips, demanding you open your mouth for a deep kiss.

He takes his time, kissing you slowly, allowing your body to wrap around his as his other arm reaches around your waist.

He breaks off the kiss, pressing his forehead to yours.

"Turn around, hands where i can see them." he rasps out, his voice deep with need.

You comply, facing your car, you spread your hands out, lowering your front half over the front of the car.

You whimper when he kicks your legs apart, pressing his hard body against yours, his arousal prominent against your ass.

You feel the cold steel clamp around your wrists as Keegan cuffs your hands behind your back, your body arched against his.

"Such a shame to waste this pretty outfit on a random hook up, don't you think?" Keegan teases you, palming your ass through the skirt.

He plays your body like a fiddle, pulling your shirt down, exposing your nipples to the cool metal of the car, before leaning over your body, pressing kisses to your cheek and neck, smoothing your hair out of your face.

"So pretty for me, angel." He murmurs, appreciating your body and the way you are melting under his touch.

You nod, your body singing under the mix of the cool metal on your chest, and his hot hands on your skin as he flips your skirt up.

You let out a satisfied huff when you hear Keegan's breath hitch in his throat.

"Nothing under this cute little skirt, wife?" He moans, his eyes drawn to your exposed pussy.

You squeeze your thighs together the best you can with his frame between them, a mix of shame and arousal flushing your face.

You feel his fingers trace over your back, and as he massages over the globes of your ass, you let out a whimper as he brings his hand down sharply, marking you as his.

"Such a naughty thing, eh?" He asks, as his hands massage the sting away, before bringing his hand down once more, the pink skin grateful for the cool breeze of the night.

You barely get a word out as he slips a finger through your soaked folds, before slowly entering you with his gloved digits.

He bites back a heavy moan as he feels you clench around his finger.

"Forget naughty, such a needy little thing." he admonishes

"You need me to go faster, sweetheart? You need my fingers?" he asks, a full smirk on his face as he catches your blissed out state.

"You like being pulled over, spread over the car where we could be caught?"

You nod, your body arching against his fingers as he adds another to your heat. A dark chuckle came from above, and you opened your eyes to look at Keegan.

"I knew the uniform turned you on, sweetheart, but this side of you? God it gets me so fucking hot."

He teases your spot with his fingers, racing you close to the edge, your voice hoarse as you call out his name, chanting it like a mantra.

"That's a good girl... Let everyone know who makes you feel this good." Keegan murmurs. There isn't a soul for miles, and although you know that, the risk of being caught makes you buck against his hand.

You feel empty when he removes his fingers, you turn your body slightly, pouting up at him, your arms still cuffed behind your back.

"Don't worry, baby. i got you." You hear him say, along with the sound of his zipper being undone.

"You come, you come on my cock, you hear me sweetheart?" He asks, his body lining up with yours as he slides home. Your thighs shake as you feel him inch by inch, your throat dry as your eyes roll in the back of your head.

"Not gonna lie, baby. I can't last with you like this, tied up, under me, looking at me like i gave you the moon." He rasps, his hips snapping to yours at a steady pace.

You nod, what started out as a fantasy you mentioned casually after work once has turned into one of the best nights of your life.

"Me too, Keegan, please.." You beg, your body thrumming in pleasure.

He picks up the pace, gripping the cuffs in one hand, and your hips in another as he pushes you to your peak.

"Come for me, sweetheart, soak my fucking cock." he urges, his resolve long gone.

You sob, the pleasure almost too much as you let wave after wave take over you, your body shaking with the aftershocks.

You feel Keegan undo the cuffs, before spinning you around, still inside you, his dark and hungry gaze feasting on your flushed features.

"One more baby, i know you have one more." He urges as he hits inside you deeper, holding your legs wide open as he takes another orgasm from you, before coming himself, his arms barely holding himself up as he kisses you deeply, both your bodies lay flat on the car.

"Holy shit." he laughs, pulling you close to him, your heartbeats syncing as you come down from your high.

"How about an escort home, Ma'am? You never know what kind of men are out here."

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yandere-wishes · 22 days ago

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⋆ ˚｡⋆♡ Darling, I'm Falling, Messed Up Over You ♡⋆ ˚｡⋆

⭒⌒★ Yandere! Call of Duty Men x Reader★⌒⭒

゜。♡ 𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂 𝒶 𝓅𝓁𝓊𝓈𝒽𝒾𝑒 ♡ ｡゜

⋆⁺₊✧ Simon "Ghost" Riley | سایمون "شبح" رایلی

There's a stark, painful limerence coiling tightly between his bones whenever he opens the apartment door and sees you lingering across the void. Your smile reminds him of bullet wounds scabbing over, all so tender yet agonizing to endure. He mumbles his hellos and everts his eyes lest he lose control. Lest he gives in and digs his fingers into your tender body, marring you with his lips and teeth, and tongue. Breaking open your bones as he ravishes the marrow, binding you to him carnally.

He's spitting blood into the bathroom sink, lungs burning from the RPG-7 jabbed into his chest this morning. He can see the bruises blooming across his ribs, swallowing his curses so they don't fall upon your innocent ears. "Ghost?" There's a gentle rap on the bathroom door, your voice feels like honey leaking over his heart. You push open the door, standing chest to chest. "What?" he grumbles, trying to steady his tremoring heart. "I got you this," you chirp, that ethereal smile glowing as you hand him a fluffy toy dog. Simon squeezes the toy, bringing it to his nose and inhaling your scent, high off your essence. There's a click before the war is lost. Simon dips his head, pushing his lips onto yours, his blood seeping past his lips down your throat, drowning you in his aether, claiming you in the rawest way he can imagine.

-`♡´- John "Soap" Mactavish | جان "صابون" ماکتاویش

"I figured you'd miss home so I bought you this" Soap will never understand your obsessions, this rooted topophilia. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't homesick, he'd also be lying if he said he'd really thought about anything other than you for far too long. The highland cow you present to him is fluffy and plump with a sweet smile sewn onto his muzzle. It reminds him of your darling smile…

Then again everything reminds him of you.

Johnny can't help but run his fingers up your spine and your arms. Trailing fleeting chaste kisses to your cheeks and neck, even when your face morphs into worry. He needs to keep you close always in arm's reach; you belong to him in ways that transcend simply being "friends". You've started to notice the highland cow on his desk more often; he seems to lug it around everywhere. Even Ghost and Gaz have started to notice, pointing it out with knowing looks. “Reminds me o' ma bonnie lass. Can’t bear tae part wi’ it.” You're not sure if you were meant to hear that, meant to see that possessive spark shimmering in his soft blue eyes. He's been dropping more hints lately, practically begging you to come over, “The wee coo misses ye somethin’ fierce. How ’bout ye swing by sometime, eh? It sounds all so innocent, it could even pass as gregarious. If it wasn't for the vice grip he has around your hand, nails digging into your flesh.

⋆𐙚⋆ Kyle "Gaz" Garrick | کایل "گاز" گاریک

It had started with that pond, that damned, perfect pond, a minute's walk from the base. Sergent Garric hadn't thought much of it at first, it's hard to focus on the atmosphere, the bustling of the outside when you're so desperate to get away from the inside. To flee from the overcrowded rooms and suffocating loom of war always drumming in his ear. He'd only noticed the ducks and the pond and the strange girl sitting beside it when, on one of his worst days, he'd tried to envision the whole park bombarded, strained to imagine it after a mushroom cloud. It's only then that he really notices you.

He hadn't meant to get so attached, but you'd made it nearly impossible not to. Something about the vision of your mangled corpse along the water's edge had reminded him of that one John Everett Millais painting he'd seen in the museum between deployments. Something about the frightful vision had him sitting next to you, trying to push out the right words to make you look his way. It's been months now, the pond, that perfect, wonderful pond, had glazed over, and yet he still finds you sitting by the water staring as if nothing ever really changed. You had slid him a knitted duck the other day, the same color as dandelions. And Gaz couldn't help the desperate hammering of his heart as he imagined, for the first time, what it'd be like to kiss you instead of standing over your cold body.

٠࣪⭑𖦹٠࣪⭑ Keegan P Russ | کیگان پی راس

He's found he likes sitting on the floor with you, sprawled out on the mohair carpets. Elbows digging into his knees as he watches you thread a needle through polychromy fabrics. Keegan finds it morbidly hilarious how he can feel the same needle threading through his skin, pulling at his dermis, and stitching through his veins whenever you smile at him, whenever your soft fingers trace over his scarred skin. So gentle, so soft, little needles trying to puncture military-grade steel.

He pulls you onto his lap, fingers running up and down your hips. Strumming lovelorn melodies upon your ribs. He ignores the way you grimace, excuses the way you flinch away from his touch. "Sweetheart" he whispers, lips sucking tenderly along your neck, trying to hold you still as you reach behind you. "Here," you say voice utterly monotone, stripped of its usual joy and radiance. You thrust a freshly sewn shark plush into his face. Keegan simply brings his lips to the toy with a wicked smirk. "Do I scare you that much?" he asks, hurt and haughty. When you don't answer, he pulls you closer, hugging you so tightly he swears he hears your bones crack.

ᯓ★ Alejandro Vargas | الخاندرو بارگاس

There's a sharp ache between his bones a treacherous agony every time you walk past him. The hall permeated with your sweet perfume. Alejandro can't help his lingering glance, the way his eyes stare at the places you've passed, at your ghost wavering in time. He'd do anything to kiss you, to hold you, to deprive the world of your existence, and selfishly harbor it only for himself.

There's a fox on his desk one morning, a tiny little doll with a bushy tail and beady eyes. "Why a fox muñeca?" he asks as you type away his latest mission briefing. "Oh, just cause you remind me of El Zorro." Alejandro laughs. He'd give anything to be the bandit that steals you away in the light of a full moon, the tarnished hero you cling to as the world burns. He leans down, lips brushing your temples in a chaste, fragile kiss. He can't help but look down at you, reveling in your beauty. Oh, how he wished he were a fox and you the lovely little rabbit trapped between his teeth. His perfect darling señorita.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Phillip Graves | فیلیپ گور

You remind him of Malibu Barbies lying halfheartedly along the golden sands. Ethereal and unreal, plastic shaped into perfection. But you're not Barbie not really, you refuse to emit that pink saccharine sweetness that most dolls do. Refuse to let him thread his fingers through your silky hair, pulling off his hand from your shoulder and pushing him away when he tries to kiss your cheek. Barbie would never he thinks, hollow, miserable laughter spilling from his lips as your glare tries to penetrate his skin and dig into his organs. You hate him, it's palpable enough, and yet he still harbors your hatred on this tongue like licorice, sweet and bitter, misplaced romance in every way.

The Eagle you hand him is a threat. Only you would know how to threaten someone with a gift, a little plushie of his favorite animal. A death threat wrapped in cotton and fleece. He sleeps with the pathetic thing to his chest, dreaming it was you, praying one day somehow someway you'd let him tuck you between his arms, high off your sweet aroma, nuzzling between your shoulder blades. "You're too Americana, you make me want to gag." Your voice hums in his head lyrical sermon. His grip grows tight around the little bird. He'll have you someday, he swears it.

୨ৎ Vladimir Makarov | ولادیمیر ماکاروف

You're so naive, bright-eyed little dolly desperately clinging to his every word as if it were sacred commandments from above. Precious little fool, devoting yourself to a dangerous man such as he. You're usefulness and eerie desperation are so malleable, he has you eating out of his palm like a well-trained puppy. He can give you martyrdom at his hand, he's sure you wouldn't protest.

Vlad doesn't bother with celebrations, doesn't wholly keep track of dates outside his agenda. Maybe that's why he's so surprised when you present him with a wrapped box one snowy afternoon. A birthday gift you had said, while he rolled his gorgeous mismatched eyes. Inside is a plush toy of a black wolf, Makarove can't help but scuff. Leave it to you to pick out such a childish thing. "It matches your tattoo," you gush, enthusiasm leaking from every word. Big innocent eyes desperately searching his face for a lick of approval and gratitude. "You've more important things to do than play with toys, милый" he scolds, watching as you wilt tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. Makarove leans closer, brushing your hair from your face as he whispers in your ear. "Although there is something else you could give me for my birthday, маленькая куколка."

𓆩♕𓆪 König | کونیگ

He follows you like a second shadow, masked goliath tailing you through the halls and the training fields. He finds it funny in a dry morbid kind of way, the same way dragons find little princesses so humorous before snatching them away. You certainly could pass for a princess, with your pretty face and sparkling doe eyes, your sweet smile that outshines the sun. Oh, how König could marvel at you for hours, memorizing every perfect detail about you.

"Here," you mutter one day, it's the first time you've ever talked to him. Stopping and turning to him in an empty hall, pushing a stuffed rabbit into his chest. König freezes a cold sweat erupting across his spine. You're looking at him with a stern, annoyed look in your eyes, he can't help but blush under his mask. You look so pretty just like the little bunny you're holding. "D-danke Lie-liebling" the words jab at his throat he can't spit them out correctly, not when you're looking at him, actually looking at him. You don't care what he does with the rabbit, hoping that by giving him something anything to remember you by, the giant may just leave you alone and stop stalking you through the base. It's a misplaced hope, you've only managed to amplify his longing, made him think you love him too.

࿔✮࿔ Sebastian Krueger | سباستین کروگر

He's taken to watching you through the day, following you wherever you go, just out of sight so you'd never catch an inkling. He leaves you handwritten notes describing how beautiful you look in your new dress, how pretty your new hairstyle is. He doodles little hearts and kisses all in a suspicious red ink. Leaves you voice messages enunciating how much he loves you, how he wishes he could carve out his heart and leave it between your ribs. The funny part? You have no idea your haunting admirer is really your dear teammate Sebastian Krueger.

He notices the eyebags one day as he bullies his way to you through the mess hall. "You look tired, schätzchen." You jolt awake, eyes scanning your surroundings in fear, when they finally land on his masked face, you relax. "Yeah, just...just haven't been sleeping well." Krueger has to bite his tongue to suppress his chuckle. He sees you pacing around your apartment at night, trying to find any clue as to who keeps breaking in, who is stalking you so acutely. You reach into your bag and hand him something fluffy. "Here I got you a present." He studies the plush cougar toy you've given him. Funny he thinks, Krueger, cougar, how did he not see you buying this?

"You knew they mean different things, right?" You can't see the eyebrow he has raised, but you giggle -such a heavenly sound to his ears- "Yeah but they sound the same," you lament, looking up at him with those pretty doe eyes. "I love it (y/n), danke." Oh, how he's going to treasure this little toy, it even smells like you, how thoughtful. Is this your way of saying you like him too? Have all his nights of stalking and all his letters penned with his own blood finally paid off?

.✿. Nikto | نیکتو

There's a permanent lassitude tucked away inside him. There's not much left in the world that can make your heart skip a beat when you've seen every terror, felt every torture. No, Nikto had grown all too used to the permanent numbness, wearing it like a second skin. Until you showed up, Kortech had called you emotional support or something equally as degrading. Or maybe they hadn't meant anything by, maybe it's Nikto who refuses to hear you addressed as anything less than divinity, less than purity in its rawest form. The little кукла that had smiled at him…at them told him honeyed jokes and whispered girlhood secrets in his ear in hopes of earning a chuckle. Instead, Nikto had clawed out his heart and presented it to you with a desperate smile.

"I want you to have this " You're sitting on his cot, legs tucked under you, and he's trying not to blush at the heavenly feeling of your knees touching his. Your arms are outstretched, presenting him with a plush lamb tied pretty with a pink bow. It reminds Nikto of one of those pastoral portraits he'd see in the churches back home. It fits he thinks, he'd always thought of you as nothing less than holy. He cradles your gift with a tenderness he didn't know he had. "It looks a lot like you, милый" he tries to compliment. "Really? I thought it looked a lot like you."

Sorry for any errors in the other languages, I used Google Translate for them all. 😅😅

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aethelwyneleigh27 · 1 year ago

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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.

Taglist: @wishesforyou @puff0o0 @simping4konig @simp4konig @blingblong55 @azereus @rustic-guitar-notes @shadofireshinobi @thelightdjinnofpalestine @09maruchan @anonymuslydumb @skeletalgoats @icarustypicalfall @ghosts-cyphera @fawnchives @connorsui @capuccino192 @miss-gms-and-the-rotten-womb @celestialhole @the-second-sage @starryylies @everlastingmoonlightsworld @keiva1000 @iexiam @drewsmusee

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certifiedfreec · 1 year ago

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i feel like there would be some subtle signs that ghost took an interest in you…

- one time you were showing him something on the computer, and he took that massive 6’4” body of his and leaned it right over your shoulder to read the screen. as if that wasn’t close enough, he rested one of his big ‘ol 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, you’d head down to make your morning cup and all the exact ingredients would mysteriously be laid out on the counter for you. he’d pick on you later about drinking coffee instead of tea, though. maybe he’ll make you a cup for you to try- back in his own office, of course ;)

- everyone in tf141 knows you’re a perfectly capable soldier, so they think it’s 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 threats…he can’t help but want to protect and take care of his fellow teammate, though he has a list of other ways he’d like to take care of you :’)

i feel like there would be some subtle signs that keegan took an interest in you…

- 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 he’s coincidentally one of their biggest fans! maybe he’ll ask you to go to one of their shows when you’re off duty… looks like you’ve found yourself a concert buddy ;)

- he bullies you, but it’s with the best intentions. it’s 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 it’s adorable. he definitely likes to push your buttons, but he’d like to undo them even more <3

- ever since he revealed your “shared love” 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 you…

- if you have any snacks or candy on you, he’s nonchalantly stepping right beside you and doing that “underhand-behind-the-back” gesture for you to shake some into his palm. (sometimes he imagines that’s 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. “you look like you’re ‘bout to get frostbite, soldier. take this.” (he was definitely thinking of some other ways that he could warm you up…)

- he took his time when he read through your file, and wow, it looks like your city’s professional football team rivals his. it’s the perfect way to initiate banter with you. he’ll be giving you a hard time about it for sure, and maybe he’ll make some interesting bets with you depending on how well the season’s going ;)

#keegan russ x reader #phillip graves x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley #phillip graves #keegan p russ #ryn’s rambles #headcanons #call of duty #implied smut #mdni #call of duty imagine #call of duty headcanons #fluff #simon ghost riley #ughhhhhh i love them sm

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ll7esxs · 2 months ago

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HEADCANONS

Keegan is in love with a friend but won't admit it.

I will make the friend as a teammate!

iym "won't admit it" like he wouldn't confess and stay like this forver without expressing then hell yeah whatchu talkin' abt

and lastly before i start writing i don't wanna no one typing "Keegan would never be this emotionally gahook!🤓🤓" well guess what everyone fall in love and slip into it like a damn failure ballerina

꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶

I'm staying with the mask...

Keegan is the kind of person who doesn’t easily give in to feelings—especially when it comes to anything that might distract him from his duty. It takes a long time for him to realize what he’s feeling, and even longer for him to even consider acknowledging it. Here's how it could play out:

How Many Years Till Keegan Realizes His Feelings?

Keegan’s realization about his feelings for you takes a few years, especially because he’s constantly suppressing it.

At first, he’s just focused on the mission, on the job. But over time, as you continue to be a steady part of his life—his teammate, his friend, and the person he trusts most—those feelings slowly sneak up on him. It’s something that builds gradually, like a storm he can’t ignore.

but it’s only after 2-3 years that he finally realizes what he’s been feeling.

In the early years, Keegan is too focused on survival, on getting the job done, to think too much about it. The team dynamic is important to him, but his view of relationships is still influenced by his sense of duty—no attachments.

Over time, though, the small moments between you, the way you laugh, how you handle stress, and the way he feels when he’s around you, start to make him realize that he feels something more than friendship.He doesn't recognize it as "love" right away, though.

At first, it’s just this pull—this desire to be near you, to protect you, to make sure you’re safe. It’s subtle but undeniable. By the time the realization fully hits him, it’s more of a feeling he’s tried to bury than something he’s consciously thought about.

1. The Signs Are There—But He Won’t Acknowledge Them

Keegan isn’t the type to openly flirt or be obvious about his feelings, but it’s the little things that give him away.

You get injured on a mission? He’s the first one there, eyes scanning over you, jaw clenched.

“It’s just a scratch,” you try to joke, but he doesn’t smile. Just hands you a med kit and mutters, “Be more careful.”

When you’re on base, he always sits next to you during briefings. Never says why. Just does.

If someone else makes a joke about you or gets too friendly, there’s a shift in him—subtle, but noticeable. His eyes linger, his body tenses. But he won’t say a damn thing.

2. The Self-Denial Runs Deep

Keegan doesn’t do emotions. At least, not openly. So when he starts feeling something for you, his first instinct is to push it down.

If you ever get too close—physically or emotionally—he subtly pulls back. Keeps things professional.

“You’re overthinking it,” he tells himself when his heart races after you brush against him.

If someone teases him about you? He just gives them a deadpan look and changes the subject.

Even when he knows he’s looking at you too long, when he knows he’s thinking about you too much—he convinces himself it’s nothing.

You’re a teammate. A friend. That’s it.

He started to think he is so stupid and hating this.

3. The Breaking Point

It takes something big to crack through his walls.

Maybe it’s a mission gone wrong—maybe you get separated, and for a few agonizing hours, he thinks he’s lost you.

When he finds you again, relief crashes into him like a punch to the gut. But instead of saying anything, he just grips your shoulder a little too tightly.

“Don’t do that again.” His voice is low, rough.

“I didn’t exactly plan on it, Keegan.” You’re trying to keep things light, but he’s not laughing.

That’s when you realize—he was scared.

Not because he cared actually, he is caring for everyone is his team, but the times when sees you or anyone else in the team get injured he may lost it inside.

since *cough* ajax'x death *cough*

And that? That’s not something Keegan lets himself feel.

3. The Tension in Silence

Keegan is sitting across from you, eyes trained on something—anything but you. The silence between you two is thick.

You try to break it. “So… what’s been on your mind lately?”

Keegan’s eyes flicker to you for a moment, before he shrugs, clearly unwilling to open up. “Nothing. Just… tired.”

He doesn’t look tired though. He looks distant.

There’s a pause, and you both continue to sit there in the quiet, and for a moment, it feels like he wants to say something—wants to talk—but he can’t.

"You sure?" you push, but when your eyes meet, Keegan’s gaze softens for just a split second before he pulls back.

“I’m good. worry about yourself.” typical he always talks like that.

But you know it’s more than that. And so does he.

4. The Small Acts of Thoughtfulness

After a particularly tough mission, everyone’s gathered around, sharing drinks and stories from the field. Keegan, ever the lone wolf, sits in the corner, keeping to himself from talking to the others.

But when you walk past him, you notice something: a fresh pack of bandages sitting on the table next to his gear, alongside some protein bars you hadn’t seen before.

“What’s all this?”

Keegan looks up from his seat, nonchalantly leaning back. “Nothing. Just thought you might need it.”

“Need what?”

“Bandages, snacks... whatever. You’re always running low on stuff after a mission.”

It’s a small gesture, but it doesn’t escape your notice. He’s paying attention to you. And somehow, it feels more significant than anything he’s said.

“Thanks.” You nod at him, unsure of what to say.

Keegan just gives a short, tight smile. “Yeah. No problem.”

But in that moment, you know it’s not just about the bandages. It’s about the care he doesn’t know how to express.

sorry i gave yall some boring missions-moments but guess what be prepared for base moments when the fun would happen

Base moments:

1. The Way He Always Ends Up Near You

Keegan doesn’t mean to always sit next to you. It just happens.

During mission briefings, in the mess hall, even just sitting around waiting for orders—somehow, he always gravitates toward you.

At first, it’s subconscious. But then one day, Merrick calls him out on it. “Didn’t know you two were attached at the hip.”

Keegan freezes mid-motion, his fork hovering over his plate. His response is as dry as ever. “I sit where there’s space.”

But the moment he realizes how obvious he’s being, he starts overcorrecting—purposefully sitting across the room, trying too hard not to make it look like he cares.

It doesn’t last long. Eventually, he gives up because avoiding you makes him more irritated than anything else.

2. Patch-Ups That Last Too Long

Being in the field means getting injured—a lot. And while Keegan prefers patching himself up, there are times when someone else has to do it.

After a particularly rough mission, you’re the one tending to a cut above his eyebrow. He sits still, jaw clenched, letting you clean the wound.

The problem? You’re too damn close. He can feel your breath, the warmth of your hands.

His brain tells him to pull away, but his body stays frozen. His heartbeat is a little too fast, and he swears the air feels heavier than it should.

“Stop looking at me like that,” he mutters.

You gave a confused look with a smile, not missing a beat. “Like what?”

He doesn’t answer. Just stares straight ahead, refusing to meet your eyes. The moment you’re done, he mutters a quick “Thanks” and bolts before he does something stupid.

3. The Jealousy He Pretends Not to Feel

There’s a new guy on base, and he’s been way too friendly with you. Keegan doesn’t react—outwardly.

But you notice the shift in him. The way his responses are a little more clipped. The way he suddenly has a lot to say whenever this guy is around, mostly in the form of sarcastic comments.

The moment that really gives him away?

One evening, you’re joking around with the new recruit, laughing at something stupid like yall being just some sillies. Keegan, who’s cleaning his rifle nearby, suddenly snaps the bolt back a little too aggressively.

It’s not subtle. Everyone notices. Merrick raises an eyebrow.

“Problem, Keegan?”

“No.” His voice is flat. “Just making sure my rifle’s working.”

He doesn’t talk to you for the rest of the night, and you know exactly why.

4. The Way He Watches Over You Without Realizing It

Keegan doesn’t hover. At least, he thinks he doesn’t.

But you start noticing how often he’s the first one to check on you after a mission. Even if he doesn’t say anything, even if he just passes by while you’re getting patched up, there’s always a moment where his eyes flicker over to you, assessing.

One night, after a particularly bad op, you find him sitting in the common area, pretending to clean his gear HELP WHY AM I MAKING HIM ONLY DOING THAT—but it’s clear he’s waiting for you to come back from the med bay.

“You could just ask if I’m okay, you know.”

He doesn’t look up. Just keeps working. “I know you’re fine.”

You shake your head with a small smile. “Then why are you still sitting here?”

He still doesn’t look up. “Gear needed cleaning.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Shut up.”

5. The Night He Almost Said Something

It’s late, and the base is quiet. You and Keegan are the last ones in the training area, neither of you wanting to sleep yet.

You’re sitting side by side, backs against the wall, exhaustion settling in after a long day.

“Ever think about what comes after this?” you ask, voice softer than usual.

He doesn’t answer right away.

When he does, his voice is lower than usual. “No point.”

“Why not?”

He hesitates. And for a split second, there’s something in his expression—something unreadable.

Then, he shifts, standing up abruptly. “Too much to do tomorrow.”

You watch as he walks away, and for the first time, you realize something.

He’s not avoiding the idea of the future.

He’s avoiding you in it.

The Almost-Kiss – Keegan’s Sudden Realization

The base was quiet, the hum of distant machinery and the occasional crackle of a radio the only sounds breaking the silence. You and Keegan sat side by side on a supply crate near the vehicle bay, the faint glow of the overhead light casting soft shadows across his sharp features.

It had started as another late-night conversation. The kind that happened when neither of you felt like sleeping, when exhaustion lingered but something unspoken kept you both awake.

You nudged his arm. “You know, for someone who’s supposed to be a ghost, you suck at disappearing when I need peace and quiet.”

Keegan huffed a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “Yeah? Funny, ‘cause you keep showing up in all the places I go to be alone.”

You smirked. “Almost like you don’t mind the company.”

He didn’t deny it. Just glanced at you from the corner of his eye, his usual deadpan expression softening just a little.

There was a pause. A long, lingering moment where the air seemed different. He wasn’t looking away this time. And for some reason, neither were you.

Something about the quiet, the dim light, the sheer familiarity of sitting next to him made everything else fade. His face was close—closer than usual.

“You always do that,” he muttered.

You raised an eyebrow. “Do what?”

His eyes flickered downward for a second, barely noticeable, before he let out a slow exhale. “Make things... complicated.”

You tilted your head slightly, searching his face. His voice wasn’t irritated, wasn’t accusatory. If anything, he almost sounded... unsure. Like he wasn’t sure if he should be saying this at all.

You swallowed. “Is that what I do?”

Keegan’s fingers twitched where they rested against his knee. “Yeah.”

But he didn’t move away. He didn’t shift back into his usual guarded distance. If anything, he leaned in just a fraction—subtle, almost imperceptible.

And you mirrored him.

It wasn’t conscious. It wasn’t something either of you planned. It was just happening.

His breath was steady, controlled, but you could see the tightness in his jaw, the way his body tensed like he was warring with himself.

“Keegan…” you murmured.

His gaze dropped—to your lips, just for a second. His shoulders rose with a slow inhale, his hand flexing like he was fighting every instinct in his body.

The space between you was gone now, barely an inch left. Your nose almost brushed his, and he didn’t pull back.

Didn’t move.

Didn’t breathe.

And for a moment, you thought he was going to close that last bit of distance.

But then—he stopped.

His entire body tensed, his breath hitching like he’d suddenly realized exactly what he was doing.

Like he’d been caught off guard by himself.

His eyes flickered with something—panic, hesitation, restraint—before he pulled away.

Not fast. Not dramatic. Just slow enough that it felt deliberate. Like he was forcing himself to retreat before he did something he couldn’t take back.

He cleared his throat, looking away. “I—” He shook his head. “Forget it.”

Your brows furrowed. “Forget what?”

He pushed off the crate, running a hand over his face, avoiding your gaze completely. “I gotta go.”

And just like that, he walked off, leaving you sitting there, your heart still racing, the warmth of his breath still lingering against your skin.

And wondering if he’d ever let himself stop running from whatever this was.

Keegan had already turned to leave, but you weren’t going to let him walk away again.

Not this time.

Before he could disappear into the dark hallways of the base, you reached out, grabbing his wrist. His body tensed immediately, like he expected you to let go, but you didn’t.

“Keegan.” Your voice was firm, unwavering.

He exhaled through his nose, not turning to face you. “Let it go.”

You scoffed. “That’s it? You’re just gonna walk off like nothing happened?”

Finally, he turned his head slightly, just enough for you to see his expression—calm, unreadable, but there was something underneath it. Something forced.

“Because nothing did,” he said flatly.

You let out a humorless laugh. “Right. So you just—what? Lean in like that for fun? Just a casual thing between teammates?”

His jaw tightened at that word. Teammates.

You stepped in front of him now, forcing him to actually look at you. His expression didn’t change. Not irritated, not angry—just cold.

“I don’t know what you think this is,” he said, voice steady, “but you need to stop.”

The sheer calmness in his tone pissed you off more than if he had just yelled at you.

“Stop what?” You folded your arms. “Want to spell it out for me? Since apparently, I’m the only one here acknowledging the fact that something’s changed.”

Keegan didn’t blink. “That’s exactly the problem.”

You stared at him, heartbeat loud in your ears. “What does that even mean?”

He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “We were fine before. You, me—this team. Things were simple.”

Simple. The word hit deeper than it should have.

You swallowed, voice quieter now. “And what? You’re afraid that if we cross some invisible line, everything falls apart?”

He didn’t answer immediately. Just stared at you, expression unreadable, but you could see the battle happening in his head.

Finally, he sighed. “I’m saying I don’t want to do this with you.”

It was calm. Unshaken. Almost like he was convincing himself more than you.

Your chest tightened, but you didn’t back down. “Liar.”

Keegan’s gaze darkened slightly, but his voice remained steady. “I don’t care what you think you saw back there. I wasn’t thinking. And I won’t make that mistake again.”

You let out a breath, something heavy settling in your chest. “That’s what this is to you? A mistake?”

His fingers curled into a loose fist at his side, but he gave you nothing. No reaction.

“Go back to how things were,” he finally said. “Because this? This isn’t happening not with this kind of damn half apocalypse world.”

It was final. A solid wall thrown between you, built up in seconds.

You stared at him, searching his face for any crack, any sign that he was feeling what you were. But Keegan was a master at locking everything away.

And yet…

There was something in his eyes. The way he looked at you, the way his shoulders were too tense, his jaw clenched a fraction too tight.

He was lying.

You knew it.

But you also knew that no matter what you said, he wasn’t going to admit it. Not now.

Not yet.

So you stepped back. Swallowed the lump in your throat. “You're a piece of shit keegan.”

Keegan didn’t say anything. Just gave you one last look before turning and walking away.

And this time, you let him.

But deep down, you both knew—this wasn’t over.

angst

#call of duty ghosts #cod ghosts #keegan p russ #keegan russ #keegan russ x reader #keegan p russ x reader #keegan cod #X fem reader

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codnasties · 4 months ago

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keegan fingering you 🥷 (🌽 link)

keegan is ruthles. and he's very mcuh aware that merciless part of him should stay at the door and not come anywhere near you, his soft sweet missus. but it's difficult, you know? specially with the honeyd gem that you hide between your legs.

that's why whenever he gets his hands on you he's a bit cruel - but not deliberately -. he just wants to make you feel so good that he ends up overdoing it.

using his body to keep you still, hand tightly wrapped around your neck, trying to stop you from squirming away as you are sat right between his legs. his other continuously plunges into your soaking middle, fingering you into another dimenssion.

thick calloused digits hitting that spot inside of you relentlessly, making you cum again and again, the overstimulation making you loose control and your legs shake like crazy while he pulls those beautiful moans out of you.

he may be a ruthless fucker, but if it's to make you cum, then he has permission.

#cod #cod smut #cod headcanons #cod x reader #cod x y/n #cod x you #p!link #keegan p russ #cod keegan #keegan russ x reader #keegan x reader #keegan x you #keegan p russ x reader #keegan p russ x you

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cherie-doll · 6 months ago

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Jealousy Headcanons for cod men when they notice someone from you work place (a man) is starting to get a little too close/friendly with you to their liking🥹

𓆩♡𓆪 Headcanon: They're Jealous

=͟͟͞♡ Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Alejandro, Rudy, Phillip Graves, Makarov, Keegan, König, Horangi, Nikto

۶ৎ Not sure if you wanted these to be with established relationships or not so i just threw it in a bag, mixed it and got this; some are and some aren't

Price

It's probably nothing new for him to deal with, he was doing this before y'all even became a couple, keeping guys away from you

You're just the type of person most people find themselves naturally being attracted to after spending time together

He takes care of you so well, spending the moments he has spared and set aside just for you making sure you've got everything you need that it makes him irritated seeing someone else trying to replace him

They don't know you like he does, you don't gravitate or find yourself leaning towards them searching for comfort like you do with Price

And to show or add to your disinterest in this person he'll just use the intimidation tactic, wouldn't need to say much, just a simple look or stare communicates the message

Ghost

Simon recognizes he shouldn't even feel this smoldering fire growing within him

You're simply the cashier that he finds the least annoying because you're on minimum wage and couldn't care less about appealing to customers

But he doesn't like the looks your manager gives you every time he passes by, his jokes and attempts at flirtation are lame, even Simon cringes

Late at night, the hour before you close Simon comes in for last minute grocery shopping, it's just you and the manager, you stocking inventory near the back of the store, you sending shy glances in Simon's way, only to be interrupted by the pestering manager who doesn't seem to get a clue

His looming figure behind the manager who turns around, spooked and sputtering out a dumb question, asking if he needs something only for Simon to drop the bomb that you're his girlfriend and he needs to leave you alone

You may have felt a fluttering feeling in your heart that had you blushing in the storage room afterwards

Soap

Another friends with a blurred line where it's not distinct whether there are feelings or not, both of you too afraid to ask or confess

But it becomes all too clear when you're ranting to him about some guy who won't leave you alone and next thing you know his face is red, eyes set hard and looking far off

He's spent so long memorizing your favorite things, getting to know you, being your comfort and he just won't let someone else come and swoop you away when they barely know a thing about you, what if they only like you for your looks?

He stops himself at some point, feeling his heart thumping faster than it should, becoming all too aware that these feelings aren't normal between people who are just friends

And you know what? He's fine with that, he'll confront and come to terms with his feelings AFTER he takes care of something or someone that's in the way

Gaz

He won't hesitate at all to confront the person about it, doesn't matter whether you want his help or not

He doesn't get possessive nor claim you as his, but he doesn't appreciate someone getting too comfortable with you, it unnerves him

Would never place the blame on you, nor think you were liking the attention, he knows you probably thought them a friendly person until they crossed a line

Just imagine him holding your hand and kissing your forehead, you snuggling into him as he just says it's all taken care of and you think you wouldn't have to worry about going to work and dealing with that person anymore until he says he sent in your resignation letter

His tone doesn't even change so you probably wouldn't catch it at first, but maybe it's for the better!

On the bright side, you wouldn't deal with such bothersome people anymore

Roach

Roach boy gets sad, then a little mad and takes to trying to come up with all sorts of way to get rid of this dude

You find him up late at night tacking up bullet points on this board that has been scrawled over

You spend the rest of the night cradling his head in your lap, running your fingers through his hair trying to comfort him and listening to him rant all teary-eyed

Rubbing him in circles and just humming and nodding along like "mhm" to everything he says, it makes you mad knowing something like this set him off

So the next day you tell your junior off for inappropriate workplace behavior, you're fueled by seeing your boyfriend get hurt over it and he actually witnesses it happen and is all shy afterwards and you can't seem to figure out why until you discover he has a thing about you being dominant

Alejandro

Oh, he seethes at the thought of it

Seeing this guy's hand over you all the time even when he's right THERE, probably ticks him off even more when you come over to him with such a sweet smile when only a minute ago you were giving it to someone else

He's not necessarily pissed off at you, but it just gets him all riled up and he looses his rational mind

"Tell him to stop looking at you like that"

"Alejandro, I can't just tell him that!"

"Then stop looking so nice for him"

And if you don't take care of the problem then he'll do it himself even after you swear he's making a big deal out of nothing

Rudy

I can't imagine doing this to him i would cry-

You're trying so hard not to cause a misunderstanding and Rudy notices that but can't help being upset at this guy for not respecting you

He can't help but be worried for you every time he drops you off for your shift, his lingering hand on your arm as he pulls you in for a goodbye kiss for the day

Tries to hold you in the car as long as he can till you give him a smile that makes his heart do flips and assure him it'll be fine, but throughout the day he finds himself unable to stop thinking about the situation, so at around your lunchbreak he stops by

He walks in to see the coworker you told him not to worry about standing a little too close for his comfort

So Rudy just walks over and as soon as you see him your face lights up and you go right over to him and give him a sweet kiss as he hands you your lunch :)

Phillip Graves

Oooh, he would NOT let it slide

"Doesn't he know you've got a husband?"

"Phillip, calm down he's not asking me out or anything"

"But he wants to"

Phillip swears he's not misreading this guy, he must have other intentions if he lingers around you too much

You try to keep him calm before he tries to order an execution on the guy, if you've ever put a stop to his displays of affection in public before he's throwing that out the window and not holding back

That quick peck you give him? That's too chaste now, give him a DEEP kiss before he escalates it by grabbing both sides of your head and pressing harder against you until your coworker backs away

"Bastard better stay away, else I'll-"

"Okay, I think you've made your point Phillip"

If it doesn't work out, TRUST he will confront the guy in a dark parking lot and next time you're on your shift and wonder where the new guy is because he's late for his shift only for your boss to tell you he just quit

Makarov

FIRST, he'll pretend like he doesn't notice it, but he very obviously gives himself away

He'll be picking you up from work, because with the weather and all he doesn't want you to risk catching a cold, and when you walk out, your coworker who just so happens to clock out at the same time as you despite his shift ending an hour earlier than yours but he stayed behind hoping to walk with you

His eyes just stare at this guy through the black tinted car windows which cannot be seen through from the outside yet your coworker shivers making you believe it's this evening autumn air

Coworker is a bit disappointed and surprised when he sees you get into NOT THE DRIVER'S but the passenger seat of this expensive looking car because he was hoping to walk w/ you

Makarov doesn't even let you wave before he steps on that pedal, leaving the poor guy coughing in a cloud of smoke

THEN, it's obvious despite you telling him you barely interacted with this coworker that Makarov doesn't like it nor will he tolerate it

You quit a week later, he just reasoned that you shouldn't be working anyways

Keegan

I think you just notice when he's mad about something, like it bothers him enough to the point it feels like a thorn in his side but hasn't done anything about it yet

His jaw hardens, his hands clenched and in fists, slightly biting on his lower lip showing him in a pensive state

And when you ask him what's wrong he just shrugs, dismissing your inquiries because if he told you it wouldn't make sense

You're friends, not lovers, there shouldn't be a reason why he'd be mad if a guy does have underlying intentions about asking you out

These feelings that he believes are unrequited are no good for him, the longer he stays brooding, turning the thought over and over again feeling as if he's going obsessed and crazy over it to the point he's all tense and his actions are all repressed

Like he's holding you back, looking away when you turn to him and him staring at you when he thinks you're not noticing, all these things you notice but don't mention

It's driving him crazy and he's responding and giving curt answers to questions your colleague sends over text, phone calls or in person

"I just don't like the way he's talking to you, is all" makes it sound as if he were only looking out for you but it's obvious

König

Probably wouldn't even notice a guy was flirting with you, sorry but when in public he's less aware of smaller details in his surroundings, like he filters stuff out and goes on auto mode

You'd have to tug on his sleeve and when he FINALLY notices he just brushes the guy off like some bug on his shoulder, nothing big to worry about he'll go away soon

Sure, he doesn't like the idea of someone trying to take you away from him but all he does is keep your hand in his much bigger one and hold you extra tight :)

The only difference you'd notice is at home, he's a lot more clingy than usual, like a lap cat almost

Just laying on top of you, gently of course, falling asleep as he holds you, his mind off in a bliss as he knows you're there with him

Once you chose him he knows you're not going anywhere, he has that much trust in you <3

Horangi

Would laugh like it's some awful joke he was just told

Seriously, who would try that? Apparently that airhead who has excessive confidence thinking he could pull you, didn't he see the ring on your finger?

You're his fiancé(e), promised to him only, last time he checked it wasn't something someone else could try to bargain from him

The type to go "don't worry, I got this" while holding up a hand in front of your face, preventing you from taking further action

Next thing you know you see the poor, unfortunate soul walk out holding a tissue to his nose whilst Horangi emerges from behind with a smug smirk on his face, wiggling his eyebrows at you and asking what you would like for dinner

It was solved in less than 10 minutes, see? He's efficient

Nikto

For him, it's kind of like just disappointment, like he can feel his heart dropping slightly in his chest

Well, he couldn't be the ONLY one to find you attractive, he reasons, someone else must've noticed your charm, your kindness or something about you, things you've reserved just for him

But could that person reciprocate the quite acts of love he's given and dedicated to you? All that time?

Does the other person only glance over your features and not study them in depth? The soft curve of your lips when you smile, the eyes that shine for him...

Does the other person think of you more than just in a physically intimate setting? Surely, they'll never experience those acts of tender love like he does

And he feels like the luckiest guy in the world knowing he hasn't a reason to distrust in you

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danyasblogsblog · 4 months ago

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RANDOM HEADCANONS COD MEN

warnings : suggestive

- i love the gaz one i wrote for this hes so underrated and cute, i need to start writing for him

tomorrow my birthday!! very happy

- includes task force 141 (kyle ‘gaz’ garrick, johnny ‘soap’ mactavish, simon ‘ghost’ riley, john price), könig and keegan p. russ

gaz would be obsessed with subway surfers. 2am, you hear him raging beside you in bed. ‘kyle, baby, what happened??’ ‘i was so close to beating my highscore!!’ it becomes a full on addiction. its unhealthy. its truly frightening to see your kind boyfriend become a man possessed when he looses. but its all worth it when you see the glint in his eye when he says ‘i beat my high score, y/n, look’ and showing you his phone all proud awww hes so cute im crying omgomg

soap would most likely be obsessed with some random popstar. im thinking ariana grande. he would constantly tell you facts about them, ‘did you know that ____ used this inspiration for this album cover?’ and, for his birthday, you’d HAVE take him to one of their concerts. im just imagining his face when he sees the online tickets, his jaw dropping and him kissing you all over saying ‘thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou’

keegan is such a dog person. he loves dogs. whenever he sees one, he always gives it a treat and plays with it. especially after working with an animal as reliable and loving as riley, he wants to have a dog with you. sometimes, when you guys are out shopping, you’ll go see the pet store with him and play with the animals there. while you’re talking to the fishes, he’s with the dogs. while you’re separating two kittens from play fighting, hes with the dogs. speaking of kittens, i feel like he loves black cats aswell. hes so totally black cat bf omg

könig loves minecraft. will always play it- usually in creative mode so he can make a universe for you and him where you guys have lots of farm animals and cats. he most definitely is on the verge of tears when one of his wolves die, and you have confront him and tell him to take a break from playing for a minute. has beat the game hundreds of times but will never ever get bored of it. sometimes you play with him and you pick flowers for him while he actually focuses on killing the ender dragon.

ghost is SO SO good at bowling. he’ll recommend going on bowling dates so he can impress you. if you dont know how to bowl, youre in good hands. he’ll angle himself behind you and help you get the best shot. you’ve never seen him not get anything other than a strike, he’s too good!! defo will say ‘if i get a strike, i get lucky tonight with the missus’ knowing theres no way in hell he wont miss a single pin.

price is really good at pool. whenever you guys go to shitty bars, he’ll lighten the whole place up with his incredible pool skills. lowk starts gambling with the other players when they start betting. whenever he wins, he shows you off to everyone, pulling you close and saying ‘this is my good luck charm, everyone’ and kissing you on the cheek.

#cod #cod x reader #könig x reader #john price x reader #captain john price x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle garrick x reader #johnny soap mctavish x reader #johnny mactavish x reader #keegan russ x reader #keegan p russ x reader

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yawnderu · 2 years ago

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Showtime — 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 uniform— 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."

#cod keegan #keegan p russ #keegan x reader #keegan russ #call of duty ghosts #cod ghost #cod x reader #cod ghosts x reader #keegan x you #keegan russ x reader #keegan russ smut #smut #kinktober

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lay-z · 4 months ago

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I'm in a ✨️ mood ✨️ This is for you @bloodytalefeathers :)

Synopsis: When life gets rough, you forget about your "soft era", and tend to fall back into your toxic traits and coping mechanisms; feigning toughness and hyper-independence until you can crumble and break comfortably behind closed doors. Only nowadays, your loving boyfriend can read the signs and intervene before things can get out of hand.

Pairing: Keegan P. Russ x fem!Reader

Warnings/Info: MDNI 18+ | established romantic relationship; soft!dom!Keegan; lots of comfort; some angst; tw: eating disorder; FLUFF; dirty talk/cussing; fingering; squirting; overstimulation; two idiots in love

Keegan smirks to himself when the sound of you dropping your keys at the front door reaches his trained ears, followed by the door slamming shut, your exasperated sigh and grumbled curses.

There is no malice behind his quiet snicker; he's simply happy that you're finally home, and he can’t see you yet, but he can already pick up on the mood you’re in by simply listening.

He can easily hear it in the pitch of your voice, which cuss words you're using and the way you stomp your feet as you walk.

And he watches wordlessly from his spot on the couch, PS5 controller in hand and an ice-cold beer on the coffee table, as you drag yourself across the open spaced living room, uttering a half-assed "Hey, baby." to him before disappearing down the other hallway towards your shared bedroom ‒ barely sparing him a glance nor telling him to use a coaster under the bottle for the umpteenth time, like you usually would.

The former Marine is almost offended by the lack of attention from you; always craving it like the good ol' devil dog he is, though he lets you get away with it ‒ for now, at least.

His dark brows furrow, eyes flickering down at the table before he grabs one of said coasters anyway, the one with the comic ghost print, just to be safe the next time you come by the living room. Surely, you'll ask him about his day on duty soon, like you always do, and then he'll ask you about yours, working at the office at HQ here on base, and you'll tell him all about it while you curl up next to him on the couch before watching him play for a while.

You don't come back, though.

And when Keegan finally glances at his watch, it's been way over an hour since you came home from work, and he's starting to get suspicious. Hesh, Logan, and Kick keep yapping in the PS party, talking shit over their respective headsets as they play, though their voices merely become background noise to Keegan as his attention begins to shift to more important matters.

Namely, you.

Where are his kisses? Why haven't you bitten him randomly yet? Are you mad at him for being away most of the week without proper communication? You're not on your period; he has memorized your cycle by now. Are you pissed off, because he's playing video games right now? But you've never complained about that before, you're a gamer yourself after all, and if there is something that pisses you off, you’d let him now.

His mind begins to wander and spiral, as it does sometimes when he's getting unsure of something (especially when it comes to you), and before things can escalate, he mentally chides himself and bids a hasty goodbye to his friends and teammates, and before they can even start to protest his early departure, he’s turning off the console.

Something is obviously up with his sweetheart and he's more than determined to figure out what it is.

Meanwhile, you’re inside the ensuite bathroom of the master bedroom. You’ve finally stripped off your tight pencil skirt that has been pushing into your stomach uncomfortably, and the confining blouse that has been tucked into the waistband, along with it. The pair of tights which seam has been chafing between your inner thighs all day, finally comes to rest in the small trash bin next to the bathroom sink, and same goes for the bra which wire has been digging into your flesh after breaking through the fabric, leaving your skin all sore and tender below your breasts.

You’ve barely slept all week, barely eaten anything too, except drinking copious amounts of coffee; work has kicked your ass thoroughly and the death of one of the operators – a young, good man KIA – from a task force you’ve been working closely with for the past months, has left you in a state of shock that you didn’t even have the chance to deal with properly yet.

Needless to say, your life has been a proper shit show and on top of it all, Keegan has been just as busy, if not busier, which has left you feeling even more needy and vulnerable this week. Seeing him finally being able to unwind on the couch when you came home, only made you realize that you can’t possibly bother him with your pathetic clinginess tonight, so you simply kept on walking, determined to hide your misery for a little while longer.

Just a little longer. That’s what you keep telling yourself. Just a little longer and things will surely get better. Even though you’re not actively doing anything to make it better, no. In fact, you’ve been slipping back into old habits, toxic coping mechanisms, that either hurt your body or your soul. Sometimes both. It’s not good, but it is what it is.

It has worked out in the past. That’s good enough to you. It must be.

Eventually, you manage to step into the shower to try and get rid of some tension in your body and that nagging, piercing headache in the front of your skull that’s been bothering you for days now, though to little avail. It’s still there after the steaming shower you take, but it has somehow simmered down to a dull throb now as you towel off and slip on one of Keegan’s old USMC shirts along with a clean pair of cotton panties.

Just when Keegan is about to get up from the couch to look for you, his ears pick up the sound of your bare feet coming down the hallway, cutely padding along the hardwood floor.

His chest constricts tightly, fluttering with sweltering affection, when you finally come into view again, wearing one of his old shirts, the dark fabric a bit too baggy on you, with nothing but some panties underneath. He can see that you’re not wearing a bra and he tries to ignore the way his cock twitches with interest inside his boxer briefs to focus on your well-being instead, but – shit – you always look too good in his clothes to not acknowledge and appreciate it at least briefly.

However, the look you shoot in his direction, standing a few feet away from him, shuffling on the spot a little as you play with the hem of his your shirt, is downright heartbreaking to him.

You look like a tiny, lost and drenched kitten that has been left outside in the freezing cold. It reminds him of the beginning of your relationship, when he had worked hard for your trust and honesty. Back when he had to coax you to open up to him; cooing and coddling and pampering you until you felt safe and comfortable enough to let yourself be vulnerable in his presence.

Now, though, now Keegan can read you better than the palm of his own hand. One good glance at your beautiful face and he knows that you’re not okay, if not physically then mentally, and he suddenly feels his stomach tighten with guilt and self-loathing for not noticing it sooner.

The corners of your mouth are pulling downward with a quivering bottom lip, chin wobbling as you try to keep your emotions in check in front of him like the little control freak you are, eyes glossy and bright and your eyebrows pinched in a sad frown.

Keegan knows the answer, but he decides to ask anyway. “You okay there?”

As soon as your eyes meet his pretty pale blue gaze, you see his usually stoic expression soften, his toned body shifting as he sits up straighter on the couch, and you can feel your throat tighten as you try to swallow around the tight lump forming in it. When his question registers, you shake your head slowly, huffing a small breath through your nose as the dam, still holding back the myriads of negative emotions, finally begins to crack under the ongoing pressure.

Keegan feels an immediate need to pull you into his arms as soon as he watches you shaking your head. He wants to make you curl up on his lap and let him take care of you the way you obviously need him to, but he stays seated as one of his legs starts bouncing restlessly, waiting on you to make the first move once you’re ready.

His resolve doesn’t last long, though.

“C’mere, baby.” He orders then, holding out his arms to beckon you over as soon as he sees a tear brim past your waterline and run down your cheek. At this point, he’s more than ready to simply snatch you up if you don’t comply.

But then, your bare feet pad over the floor again as you swiftly approach, rounding the coffee table to practically fling yourself into his strong, welcoming arms, making him huff out a muffled oof! as he sinks deeper into the couch cushions with the impact of your added weight.

Keegan’s hands settle on your hips as you crawl onto his lap, straddling him. Your weak arms come up to wrap around his neck while you bury and hide your face against the curve of his shoulder, and Keegan lets out a soft, pleased rumble when you cling on to him. His respond is immediate, and he wraps his strong arms around your midriff, hugging you even closer to his body.

“I missed you,” he murmurs against your damp hair, inhaling your comforting scent deeply as he slowly rubs your back with his right hand while the left strokes up and down the side of your bare thigh soothingly. “Why are you shaking, sweetheart? What happened? C’mon, talk to me, please.”

Keegan can feel your tears soak through his shirt as you bury your face deeper into the juncture of his neck and shoulder, and when the sound of your suppressed sobs and snivels reaches his ears, there’s a sharp sting in his chest before his own vision nearly blurs with tears, too.

Missed you. He missed you. God, you’d missed him, too, but then again, Keegan can sit right next to you, and you’d miss him.

“I–I can’t–I just... I need you.” You manage to croak out while your fingers twist and stretch the fabric of his shirt on your fists, desperate to keep him close, scared he might disappear if you loosen your grasp.

“Need me,” Keegan repeats in a rough whisper while his mind races, trying to come up with the right way to handle this. Need me. Fuck, but he needs you, too. “How exactly do you need me?” He asks eventually, left hand coming up to gently massage the nape of your neck until you let him tilt your head back enough to catch another glimpse of your face.

Your eyes are red-rimmed, glossy, pupils blown and surrounded by broken blood vessels. Your lips look dry, your skin lacking your natural glow, and a sinking feeling settles deep in his gut as he realizes how sickly you look. Neglected. Weak. How did he not notice sooner?

His fingers tighten their hold, his thumb pressing deeper into your neck to check your fluttering pulse, making sure you’re still with him, still alive. “Sweetheart–”

He watches your eyes flutter, blinking away tears as you exhale a shuddering breath. “Please,” you rasp softly, swallowing thickly as you gather all your courage to speak your next words, even though your mind, those damn insecurities, are cursing at you not to, “–just kiss me.”

His breathing picks up, along with his heartrate. You can practically watch his pupils dilate at once, pale blue turning a dark shade of grey while his blood rushes south almost instantly at the desperate sound of your voice. And that you can feel, too. The way his cock begins to stir and harden underneath you between your spread thighs while his fingers continue to massage the nape of your neck, slowly managing to get you to relax, like a kitten being scruffed into submission.

The only warning is an imperceptible nod, a quick swipe of his tongue over his bottom lip while his arm around your midriff tightens, before Keegan surges forward to capture your mouth in a deep, passionate kiss.

You're not quite sure how much time has passed at this point, but some random movie is still playing on TV, illuminating the living room this late in the evening, while you've been reduced to a quaking, panting, shivering mess, still seated on Keegan's lap.

He’s stripped you bare, switched your position to have your back flush against his chest before coaxing four orgasms from you with practiced ease. Then again, pushing you over the edge quickly has never been a challenge for Keegan, quite the opposite.

Now, your mind has shut off; your body finally pliant and lax after stopping your initial protest to let Keegan do this, give this, to you. You’ve asked for it, after all, and now your headache is practically gone, and you feel blissfully warm, safe, and soft in his embrace.

With your thighs nicely spread apart and draped over his knees, Keegan keeps alternating between rubbing your puffy little clit and pumping two, sometimes three thick fingers into your sopping cunt, curling them deliciously while he toys and gropes your tender breasts with his free hand, rolling and pinching your hard nipples between calloused fingertips until you can’t do anything but mewl and squirm helplessly in his grip.

His cock is aching; throbbing and straining inside his boxer briefs as your sweet ass keeps grinding against his bulge involuntarily, but he's locked in on your pleasure above all right now.

"Are you feeling any better yet, hm? I'm gonna take care of you all night long, my love. Y'know I will."

"Always such a good fuckin’ girl f’me. Makin’ quite the mess here, hm? Not messy enough, though." He murmurs hotly just below your ear, the proud smirk audible in his voice before he nips at your flushed skin and feels your pussy clench around his fingers; soaking his whole hand, dripping down onto his sweatpants and the dark leather couch.

"Don't you think that I can't tell ya didn't take good care of yourself these past few days," he mutters accusingly before giving your pussy a few gentle slaps with his flat palm, eliciting a high-pitched moan from you; the obscene, wet sounds and your uncharacteristic moan making your face heat up profoundly. "Dehydration is pretty dangerous, baby, and I know you didn't drink nearly enough water."

Of course, the little shit can tell, but you're close again already, so the realization gets pushed into the back of your mind, because Keegan is thrilled to coax more of those sweet sounds from your lips.

You nod slowly, borderline non-committedly. “Mhmm,” you hum with your eyes half-lidded, nails digging deeper into his clothed, thick thighs for leverage; some way to keep you anchored to reality as he rubs your clit in tight circles, coaxing you towards the edge again.

“Promise that you’ll stop hiding from me when you’re feeling like this,” he demands roughly, lips lightly brushing over the side of your neck as he speaks before he licks his flat tongue over your pulse point.

“Promise me. Say it.” He growls this time, teeth grazing the curve of your shoulder as his hot breath pants over your skin, pruned fingers still not stopping their ministrations as you buck your hips with a whine, trying to squirm away on his lap.

You try to keep your noises at bay, but the added sensation of his warm tongue on your sensitive skin makes you shudder, and before you know it, you’re climaxing again; squeezing your eyes shut and gritting your teeth, chest heaving with panting breaths while your cunt clenches around nothing and your whole body twitches and writhes while another wave of pleasure wrecks through your body, though only the tiniest bit of wetness squirts and dribbles over his calloused hand this time.

Yes, you might be dehydrated, indeed.

“F-Fuck–I ah pr-omise, sir!” You cry out, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes once more, though this time it’s the overwhelming pleasure and stimulation bringing you to tears, along with the way your man is currently taking care of you.

And you could swear you can feel his cock swell even harder against your rear when you call him 'sir'.

“That’s right, sweetheart,” he coos huskily, peppering kisses between your shoulder blades and up to your nape as he kneads and gropes your trembling thighs, finally giving you a break. “You’re mine, I love you, and I need you to let me look after you, ya hear me?”

Your head lolls back, resting against his shoulder as you nod meekly, butterflies going rogue in your tummy. “I hear you.” You rasp, too exhausted to be bratty and resist, slumping even more against his chest while his arms come up to wrap around you like corded steel, keeping you steady and safe.

"Good." He mutters against your temple, nuzzling his nose into your hair and taking dramatic little sniffs like some mutt before pulling back and nipping your earlobe, making you hiss.

"Ow! What's that for?" You whine dramatically, speech slightly slurred by fatigue and bliss while you don't even bother to wiggle free from his embrace.

The pout in his deep voice is more than evident when he replies: "Didn't even say I love you back, sweetheart."

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