#bottom keegan p russ

[2kiran]

“SAY IT” ♱ KINKTOBER

PAIRING: Keegan P. Russ x Reader Reader is a male. Bottom Keegan. TEASER CW: SMUT, r is described to be stronger, morally grey reader (?), mask + daddy kink

The vile, lackluster whispers amongst soldiers resound throughout the otherwise silent base, reserved for the nauseatingly attention-gaining thomp thomp thomp of your boots against polished ground.

There you were—the rumored magnet of mischief and death, the man who can’t offer clemency, the soldier—everything Keegan shouldn’t want.

But by the ancient words of Gods, he craves you like a man of riches desiring more than he can handle.

You’re far, far higher in rank than he is. A seasoned tank-more-than-man. You’re someone who’s experienced the worst aspects of hell; yet, you took advantage and made it reform you into something terrifyingly better.

He doesn’t quite get you for it.

No one really does.

All that Keegan comprehends is that he wants you, no matter the promise of consequences.

He thinks it’s the way your mask accentuates that near soulless look within your captivating eyes. Think it’s how, with one flick of your wrist, you send other soldiers down to the ground and to the infirmary. Thinks it’s how your stoic presence sends a pulse between his thighs, giving him an urge to beg for anything you’re willing to provide him.

He thinks he’ll have you.

As long as you’ll let him.

-

Keegan can’t remember how it got to this.

He’s avoiding your gaze. Avoiding you.

One leg of his is hooked over your hip while both of his hands claw for purchase at your broad shoulders. His mask clings to his skin that’s wrapped in a light sheen of sweat, causing it to be more difficult for him to properly breathe. Your cock pounds his sensitive spot with every thrust repeatedly, your tip grazing against the deepest parts of his body, and shit, he wants to cum.

“Daddy,” Keegan whimpers, the slick push and give has him clamp down hotly around you, “I’m close. Hnghhnm, fuck, please.”

You grunted in response, hands locked onto the fat of his thighs. “Look at me.” You demand, delivering a deliberate, taunting roll of your hips against his already bruised ones.

He obeys—and the sight undeniably makes you twitch inside of him. His eyes are glossy with tears he’s adamant on holding back, his eyebrows twitching together, and he’s desperately trying to feign a glare.

Damn that stupid mask of yours.

You seem more distant with the materialized barrier, only indulging in him to satiate a neglected need. That thought has Keegan whining, the knot situated deep in his belly tightening to the point of humiliatingly snapping without your permission.

You lean down, your obscured face against his neck, breathing his scent in. “Call me that again.” You demand, your voice rough and dripping with restrained need.

He whimpers—tightens once around you, his hole wetly sucking you inside—before he gives in.

“Please,” he tests his raw voice, finding the word in his wrecked brain, “please, daddy, need you to make me c—”

Your cock throbs at the sound of the name coming from his mouth. You drag your cock out of his entrance as he speaks, holding back a breath as you slide back in him again with one rough thrust.

“—ah, fuck! Yeah, like that, nmng—”

You know this won’t be the last time.

[lucifermonsii]

Bot!Demon!Keegan X Dom!Male!Reader

Cw: degrading, blowjob, creampie, mentions of dick, cock, length, member, over stimulation, whimpering, cum

The wet sounds of skin slapping against skin fills the room with every thrusts of his hips pounds harshly into Keegan's ass as it jiggles from the movement.

Moans and whimpers leaves his leaves as tears rolls down his cheeks from over stimulation, begging for M/N to stop as spurts of cum shoots out of his dick as M/N continues to pound into him with each powerful thrusts making the tip of his large cock hit the males bundle of nerves. Keegan's gummy walls hugging M/N's fat cock as it stretches him out so nicely.

Broken whimpers escapes his soft red lips as he bites down on it, clearly tired and worn out from the previous rounds that accoured. M/N grips onto one of the males ones as he lifts his head up, face no longer buried into the sheets.

His back against M/N's chest as beads of sweat runs down their bodies, his breathing heavy as his hot breath hits Keegan's neck. Making him shudder from the feeling, M/N wraps one of his arms around his chest to keep the smaller male stable. Thrusting into him once more before filling him up with his white seed with a sigh, stuffing him full of his hot fluids as his body goes limp.

Back leaned against M/N's flushed chest as the back of his head rests against his shoulder. He chuckles upon seeing the being exhausted as he limps on him, grabbing onto his hips lovingly before placing a kiss on the side of his neck.

"We're not done yet you slut."

He says as he pulls out of Keegan before shoving a butt plug into him to prevent the leaking of his cum out of him. A tired whine escapes his lips as his forearm covers his tired eyes, pretty wet lips parted as his chest heaves up and down.

"I- I can't anymore- fuck!"

He whimpers when M/N shifts him into another position as if he were a mere ragdoll, Keegan's lips brushes against M/N's red tip. Half lidded eyes stare up at him as it looks at him tiredly. Tongue touching the base of his cock as he licks the cum off of M/N's dick to clean it.

A chuckle escapes his lips as he watches Keegan do so, patting the demon on his head as his hand trails down to his cheek. Caressing it sweetly with his thumb, he takes his cock into his mouth as he hollows his cheeks. M/N groaning as Keegan gags on his huge cock when the tip hits the back of his throat, his hand gripping onto the rest that hasn't yet entered. The warm wet feeling around his length makes his sigh, hand going to the nape of Keegan's neck when he finally took all of him in.

Slowly moving to the back of his head up and down as his tongue swirls around the base of his member while low groans and grunt leaves his lips.

It was going to be a long night.

[keesdarlin]

[ MDNI, 18+ ]

⋆ / a thought ; cw! bottom keegan, anal, fingering, edging(?)

taking keegan apart with your fingers. it takes so long for you to convince him to bottom at all let alone put anything inside of him. when he finally agrees and you have it all figured out and planned, it's a whole event. you block out a whole evening to take care of him. he's tense and it takes you a hell of a lot of effort to get him to calm down enough to slip the first finger in. when you finally do, he looks confused. the feeling is new and foreign and almost uncomfortable. but your movements get him panting and huffy quicker than he expected.

once you feel like he's ready, finally relaxing and just experiencing it, you ask if he wants another finger. he bites his lip, trying to keep his nod from seeming too eager. he's not really, he would argue if you asked later. just curious. tries to hide his reactions, but you pick up on all of it. the way his breath hitches when you slip a second finger in, his quiet hum when you twist them just a little as you pull them almost all the way out. before he can fully process how he got there, you have him whimpering and keening on three of your fingers, his cock hard and leaking against his stomach as he whines for you to move your hand faster.

[forsworned]

Something good can work ft. Keegan P. Russ

cw: noncon themes, pnv sex, afab reader

There is a strange feeling that twists in your stomach as you approach Keegan's room. The door is left ajar, and you push it open, allowing yourself in to find him sitting on the edge of his bed, cleaning his gun. His balaclava is off and laid out on his nightstand, worn and distressed from use. He glances up at you for a moment; his rifle is completely disassembled, and he's taken the liberty to maintain his equipment.

"Hey, kid." His voice sends a frisson up your spine. You freeze in place, eyeing his physique. His navy loose-fitted tee lightly outlines his toned body, and his tactical pants are tight and baggy in all the right places as he manspreads. Bore brush in hand, his taut fingers, stained black with carbon residue, work meticulously to clean out the chamber.

He looks up at you again, noticing your unchanged form and expression. "What's on your mind, kid?" He sets down the bristle and grabs a microfiber towel to clean his hands.

Your eyes flicker to meet his wintry hues, and the lump in your throat starts to dissolve. "Can I ask you something?"

He notices the change in your usual demeanor and nods. "’Course."

You step closer to him, and he watches you intently. Your gaze is intense, as if you're staring into his soul. The words that fall from your mouth make his heart drop.

"Would you fuck me if I asked you to?"

The military prepared Keegan for many things, but this was not one of them. A beautiful woman, his teammate, asking if he would fuck her? No, the Marine Corps did not train him for such circumstances.

He only observes as you close the space between you two. You place your hand gently on his sturdy shoulder, sliding it to cup his face.

"It's not exactly appropriate," he murmurs, but he doesn't shy away from your touch. It stirs feelings he suppressed when you first joined years ago.

His hand finds its way to your hip as you straddle him, pressing against his growing erection. "But?"

You inch closer, pushing your chest against his, hovering over his pale pink lips. Keegan can hear the blood pumping straight to his dick, silently transfixed on your next move.

"Uh huh," you brush your lips against his mouth, and his hand fists at the fabric of your pants.

"[Name]..." he breathes out, letting his head hit the headboard to create some space between you, but your fingers make quick work of his belt, swiftly unzipping it with ease.

He doesn't exactly protest, merely squirms under your touch as you play with his exposed happy trail.

"I think you'll like it," you swallow thickly with anticipation. The situation is wrong, but he can't find it in himself to stop you. The way your hand feels as it slips under the waistband of his briefs is tantalizing. The pleasant tingly feeling of blood surging to his dick at your euphoric touches, the way you thumb over the precum creaming out of his tip, makes his thick brows scrunch in pleasure.

You take a moment to lower your lips to the swollen, red tip, lapping up his arousal. A strangled huff escapes him, and your lashes flutter as you peer up at him, laying your tongue flat on his shaft before standing up to undo your own trousers and letting them fall to the ground.

His Adam's apple oscillates as he fixates on the sway of your hips when you approach him and take your place on his lap once again. His glacial eyes, now darkened, fall on your glistening pussy, which is mere millimeters away from his cock. He no longer hesitates when he reaches out to touch your sopping folds.

"Yeah, you definitely don't need any prep..."

You suck in your bottom lip but push away his hand. "I'm ready enough," you state, hovering over him and wanting nothing more than to let him sink into you.

You lean over the edge of the bed and retrieve the condom from your side pocket. Keegan slightly narrows his eyes at you. "Christ, you were that ready?"

"Always." You tear the condom foil with your teeth before rolling it onto his dick. He bucks his hips at your touch. You grin down at him, relishing in how pliant he is for you. Licking your lips, you align yourself with him, and his eyes alternate between looking at your pretty face and your pretty pussy.

"Fuck, your pussy is..." His voice melts into a moan as he throws his head back, bottoming out into you. You dig your nails into his tanned flesh.

"So what?" You demand an answer from him as you relentlessly rock your hips against him. The real feeling is unmatched, your imagination could never conjure up the sight of his mouth hanging open and his death grip on your hips as you grind on him. The exhilarating feeling of dominating your CO is unparalleled.

"So—fuck, [name]." He shudders, involuntarily bucking his hips as he thrusts into you. It’s nothing but primal instinct at this point as you both drive into each other, using one another for the gratification that has been bubbling in your lower bellies—a fire that has been burning for too long.

"...so pretty." He chokes out, but before he can say another word, he feels his orgasm approaching. "Gonna—cum."

"Me too." You cry out, bouncing on his dick. He didn't even need to rub your clit to make you climax because the girth and length of his dick were hitting your A-spot so deliciously, so perfectly. You reach your peak, and soon you feel a wave of pleasure overcome you. Your pulsating walls push Keegan over the edge, and he rides the tides of rapture alongside you.

Your spine arches involuntarily as you both cling to one another, gyrating your hips until your fulfillment reaches its peak. A shaky breath escapes his lips as you lift yourself off him, not bothering to remove the condom filled with his cum. You reach for your trousers and underwear, slipping them back on with ease, and tidy yourself in his full-length mirror.

As you turn to him, you notice he hasn't moved a single inch. He's lying there, chest heaving, as he eyes you up and down. You pad over to him, place a tender kiss on his forehead, and smile. "Thanks, Keegs."

With that, you happily tread out of his door, closing it behind you and ensuring you hear the click before you leave. He listens for the sound of your footsteps as they fade until he hears nothing but the buzz of the AC. To say he’s bewildered is an understatement.

He lets out a labored breath, running a hand through his short-cropped hair.

"Anytime..."

[cmncisspnandmore]

Brothers Best Friend: Keegan P Russ X F!Reader

Pairings: Keegan P Russ X Reader.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/n…” Keegan warns.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good girl.” 

[sweetiecutie]

Hello, luv. You wanted to write something for Keegan, right? What about sucking him off? Like, how would he be while getting head?👀

Pairing: Keegan P Russ x fem! Reader!

Warnings: NSFW, smut, oral, facials

His throbbing length lays heavy on your tongue as Keegan holds your head with both his hands, moving his hips slowly to bury his cock deeper into the welcoming warmth of your throat. Your velvety walls clench around the needy shaft, pretty doe eyes gazing up through layer of long eyelashes up at the man above you as your tongue swivels around his sensitive cockhead, softly suckling on it, making Keegan’s blue eyes roll right back into his skull.

And this my will be cocky about it - well, before you turn him into a pleasure-drunk slut, at least - running his dirty mouth while you suck him off, not a single iota of shame in his words.

- You love sucking this cock, yeah? Are you this desperate? God, you really know what you’re doing, fuck-

The way you hollow your cheeks drives him mad. Oh, how he wants to just flip you over onto your stomach and fuck you senseless - until you’re a bubbling mindless mess in his hands, so cockhungty and drunk on pure pleasure. But Keegan restrains himself, letting out shallow grunts and cussing under his breath as your mouth works wonders on him, turning him into a putty goo in your hands.

Oh, imagine all the pretty sounds Keegan lets out as your precious mouth makes him feel oh so good. He’s biting on his bottom lip, throwing his head back; his hips bucking forward with no actual intention of doing so, making you gag oh so pretty. The way your free hand comes to cup his heavy balls, massaging them ever so slightly - he’s moment afar from cumming.

And the prettiest work of art is not Mona Lisa or the Birth of Venus - it’s actually your beautiful face covered in Keegan’s pearly cum, your eyes sparkling mischievously while gazing up at him, pupils so dilated they cover most of your irises. And the way your pink tongue darts out afterwards to lick up a few drops of his cum right above your upper lip is more than enough to make Keegan rock-hard again, twitching in your soft hands, ready to take whatever that is you want to give him<3

[salstray]

Keegan P. Russ x fem!Reader - Guardian Angel 3rd person pov warnings: blood, bullet wounds, swearing, guns 1k words~

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part 2 = part 3

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“Keegan! Keegan! God damn it, respond! Where are you?!” 

Merrick’s voice was laying in his lap, calling out from the ear piece that had been knocked from Keegan’s head when the Fed sniper had slammed his elbow into the Ghost’s temple. That same sniper was now laying in a mangled, bloody heap at the bottom of the cliff he’d once been scouting from, but the pistol he’d used to punch a hole right through Keegan’s stomach was laying only a foot away from the sole of his boot. Probably still warm from the discharge. 

Keegan groaned, blinking a few times, slow and sluggish as he focused all his energy on pressing his glove to his leaking wound. 

He needed to use his other hand to press the radio. To make contact. Tell his team where he was and what his status was so they could, at the very least, get his corpse somewhere they could bury him. But everything was thick and syrupy. Coated in molasses and hard to push through. 

Already lost too much blood, he thought to himself. 

“Keegan!” Merrick’s voice was laced with desperation. Fraying at the edges, cracking as he called to him, over and over, begging for something, anything that would tip them off to his position. That would give them a hint as to where he’d ended up. Had he made it to the house? Had he taken out the sniper? Was he still alive?

They wouldn’t get their answers. Not from him and not from the bullet that had torn right through his intestines. 

Keegan’s eyes fluttered and he sucked in a deep breath as he tried to tug them open again. 

Focus. What do you see?

Greenery. Ferns and underbrush. The house the sniper had set up in had been some sort of isolated vacation home on the side of the mountain. More taken by time than the crash of ODIN to the earth. Simply abandoned. There was a moldy, dirty sofa to the right of the room. Sitting in front of an overturned coffee table. Brown with rainwater and animal activity. There was a perfect set of paw prints that he could track on the arm-rest. Probably a fox or something that had found its way through one of the many shattered windows, looking to take a few berries from the blooming bush that half hung down through the collapsed ceiling. 

His head rolled to the side, his cheek resting against his left shoulder as his breath slowly pushed free from his lungs. Keegan couldn’t feel most of his limbs at this point, but he didn’t let up the pressure on his wound, even if it wouldn’t do anything but delay the inevitable. 

The wall on this side of the house had also fallen in. Either by a storm, human interference, or something else, he didn’t know. Insulation flapped in the wind, softly patting the drywall that was steadily crumbling away to dust with time. Beyond the wall was a cliff. The one Keegan had full body shoved the sniper off of. A small smile twitched its way onto his cheeks under the mask at the memory of the scream. Then the echoing crack and the answering silence. 

At least I’ll see you in hell, bastard.

Finally, his eyes closed. It was supposed to be a blink, but… opening them again felt like it would take more energy then he had left… so they didn’t. 

“Answer me, Russ! That’s a fucking order!”

Sorry, Merrick.

“Keegan!”

End of the line.

“Keegan!”

“Keegan?” 

A new hand pressed against his. Warm. Soft. Somehow he could tell, even through the gloves and the icy feel of blood loss. 

“Still with me?” 

That wasn’t Merrick. His voice was rough. Commanding and sharp. This one was… quiet. Feminine. It wasn’t coming from his fallen earpiece, either. It was right in front of him. Clear as day. 

“I got you, Sergeant. Don’t worry. You’ll be okay, I promise.” 

He still couldn’t open his eyes. His body was heavy. Heavy in a way he’d never felt before. It wasn’t the pull of exhaustion. He was used to that, knew how to fight it off better than anyone. This was the drag of death. 

And yet... he was still alive.

The warmth that pushed through his glove bled through his whole arm. From the tips of his fingers up to his shoulder, then deeper, into his chest and his lungs. Then down into his wound. He didn’t feel the bullet push its way out of his body, but the quiet clink of it hitting the wood between his thighs made him flinch.

“Easy,” the new voice called again. Another hand appeared, cupping his cheek, warm and welcoming, the thumb brushing against the edge of the mask under his eyes, which he still couldn’t seem to open. “Almost done.” 

Almost done with what…?

Finally, Keegan’s eyes popped open. Wide and wild, shifting across the room, from right to left and back again, searching for the source of the voice. The hands, the warmth. But the room was empty. 

It was just him. The pistol. And Merrick’s voice from his lap, agonized and drenched in defeat..

“God, damn it…” 

Keegan’s right hand pulled away from his stomach, towards his rifle, which had fallen off his lap when he’d slid to the ground with his back to the wall, bleeding like a stuck pig. The other went to the earpiece and he wedged it back in place under the fabric of his mask before pushing at the button on his radio.

“Sniper’s down,” Keegan said simply. 

“Keegan?! What the hell, what happened to you?!” 

The Ghost’s hand fell away from his radio, down to his abdomen, where he’d been bleeding from minutes ago. But there was no blood to be found, now. Just a single hole torn right through his jacket, his hoodie, and his shirt, exposing a smooth spot of skin on his stomach, right under the line of his vest. 

There wasn’t even a scar. 

“Got held up. Heading back your way.” 

He’d figure out the details later. Think about the voice, the hands, the wound later. For now, he’d continue on, haunting Federation territory like he was supposed to with his fellow Ghosts, the quiet thought of Guess I got a Guardian Angel or something... in his mind.

[2kiran]

hiii hihihi 🫶🏽 got two things

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

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

may i also be ⛓️‍💥 anon?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Stop.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Whick!

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

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

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

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

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“Hagh... nnmm...”

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

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

Has it been four? Six? Perhaps nine?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[percy-puppy]

Headcanon: Dick Piercings

About: CoD Men || Gaz, König, Keegan, Soap

A/N: Bestie and I talked about the CoD men and if any of them have a piercing in their special area. It ended with me researching for an hour and coming to these conclusions. @mothymunson caused it with this! ↓

TW: 18+ Blog/Post | MDNI, Piercings (duh.), DICK DIAGRAMS (plural), Me thirsting, talk about dicks/masochism/lil sex talk focused on vagina owners since I wrote this to self-indulge.

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Gerrick

Ampallang Piercing.

✿ It's pretty subtle compared to the others, but still some bling (his piercing is made from gold), and I think it suits Gaz's personality, too. Also, it doesn't just feel good for you, cause many men report increased sexual pleasure with this piercing. He definitely got it for this reason.

Keegan P. Russ

Reverse Prince Albert.

✿ “Just the tip,” has such a nice drag with that piercing. He also has a tongue piercing. He isn't even half in, and he doesn't need to, tbh. That piercing is the g-spot magic wand.

König

Prince Albert. (classic)

✿ This had me drooling, and I didn't even know what got me so hard at first, but here is why: It's quite a thick ring and just gives bull vibes, which matches him wholeheartedly. He is a massive man and cannonically couldn't be a sniper because of it. He was later assigned as an insertion specialist and served as a battering ram. So, he is a breeding bull — breeding kink, size kink, mating press… It’s once again a piercing both sides get increased pleasure from.

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish

TOP: 3 Top Ladders. Dydoe/King’s Crown. (Pierced through the ridge vertically at the penis's head base.)

BOTTOM: 3 Bottom Ladders. Hafada/Scrotal. (He is pierced there 1x (ring piercing). It sits right in the middle. During doggy, it smacks your clit.)

✿ Listen… he likes some pain, he is a little nuts—the chaotic middle-child energy just manifested like that. He has multiple dick piercings. He enjoys the modification of his cock, and getting them was fun for him, too. He definitely makes jokes that sound like condom sale slogans, like, “✨Ribbed for her Pleasure✨”. He got them for your pleasure, but he gets off on getting you off, so it's a double-win.

[lucifermonsii]

Keegan x Male Reader

Demon Keegan

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Smut

Sick Keegan

[perry-the-platypus-f1cs]

Hope you are doing well ^_^

I was wondering if you have a favorite COD: Ghosts character/s?

Thank you !

I'm doing very well thank you!

i have a list of favourite charter cause I love all my little pookies :)

Logan walker (free my boy he didn't do nothin)

Hesh/david walker (rip his mental health)

Elias T. Walker (rest in pepperoni)

Thomas A. Merrick (someone get this man a martini)

Keegan P. Russ (boi needs chapstick and a good shower)

Riley (all the belly rubs)

kick (cool dude deserves a vacation.)

and then at the bottom of all call of duty charter's to ever exist is rorke. I want to hit him over the heat with a shovel and put his head in a bucket and fill his veins with maple syrup.

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Deep In Those Woods: Chapter 5

Keegan P. Russ x Fem!Reader

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4

AO3

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

A/N:

I'm BACCCCCKCKKKKKKK BABY. More Keegan content and I'm so sorry it's taken so long but it was a FUCKING STRUGGLE to pivot from the Keegan is a glorified injured vegetable so time skip to him being a bruised fruit! Thank you all for reading!

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@dindjarinsmeshla @tessxq @ladyvlolypop @tiny-kasper @konigsleftkidney @mykneeshurt @katsufairies

Days pass, and his condition improves. The bruises on his body begin to fade into dark purples and sickly yellows as the flesh tries to cope with the trauma and heal.

Pulling the clothes off the line and finally dressing the near-naked man who'd been camping out on your couch and floor for nearly two weeks.

When he'd needed to finally wash the one set of clothes he'd shown up in, you'd given him a few sets of your brother's clothing.

What were you doing?

Taking care of some stranger when your brother was out there- God knows where, maybe in danger.

Maybe he was dead-

You didn't want to think that.

He'd- much to your dismay- had begun wandering around the house. Almost like a misbehaving puppy, any time you would let the man out of your sight he would be somewhere he wasn't supposed to. Wandering around outside of the house, milling around as if he didn't truly believe he was alive.

Much of your time was dedicated to catching up on chores, tending to the garden, and making sure that your animals were alright. The never-ending list of maintenance to make sure that you would be alright- ensuring that you'd be able to survive.

It was getting hotter, even now, earlier in the day- before the sun rose high enough to signal it being noon, sweat beaded on your forehead. Humidity be damned, the bright blue sky with little puffy white clouds dotting the sky and the bright, burning sun warmed the surrounding land.

"Where is my radio?"

Keegan's voice startles you, nearly jumping out of your skin ten feet into the air. You'd never heard his footsteps approaching, you didn't know that even if you were listening for them you'd be able to. You were wrist deep in a garden bed pulling out weeds from between your plants, the little green shoots sprouting up and around into dainty little green ladders reaching for sunlight.

"Fuck!" Little bits of the soil fly up into the air as your hands reach up on instinct from the scare. "What? What do you want?" The anxiety shines clear through your voice, desperately looking at the quiet man for an explanation.

He'd been doing this shit to you for days.

Hiding behind in the shadows, popping out and asking you for something small, minuscule, irrelevant.

And scare the shit out of you in the process.

You didn't have his fucking radio.

Did you?

You'd have to look.

You sigh in defeat, brushing off any remnants of dirt from your hands and washing them off in a bucket next to you.

"If I help you look, will you stop asking about it?" You ask.

He nods in response.

With a grumble, you get up off of your knees and leave your task in the garden forgotten. Trailing back into the house with the man in tow- hitting the door and making a break to grab the items you'd pulled off of him in his gear.

He still hovered behind you, watching intently as you dragged the bag out and started searching through it. Pulling out his vest, then various knives, empty magazines...

Then your hands wrapped around the dinged and damaged black plastic.

"Here?" You pulled it out, the antenna snapped off, hesitantly handing the broken radio to him and leaning back onto your hands and sitting flat on your bottom. "It's broken."

Keegan grasps the radio, looking at you and without even speaking, saying 'I can tell'. He smacks the radio a few times against his hand, letting out of huff of disapproval before turning and walking into the kitchen.

"Where are you going?" You stand, following him into the kitchen as he opens a drawer and pulls out a fork, turning it onto the radio and starting to pop off little plastic pieces until the guts of the little machine were exposed to his eyes. "You know, I could grab you a screwdriver- you don't need to use my forks."

"It worked, didn't it?" He asks, taking a step over and wincing as he bends to the side.

He'd never admit it, but he was still hurt.

He'd bare through it, if it was up to him.

"You need to sit." You gasped out, reaching for his arm. Your hand wrapped around his bicep in an attempt to get his attention back on you while you tried to lead him to a chair. His body stiffened underneath your touch as your fingers grasped onto the muscle of his arm.

"I'm fine." He replied bluntly, turning back to the radio. Widening his stance but making no move to remove your hand.

You faltered for a moment, hesitantly releasing your hand- the feeling of warmth from both of your skin touching dissipating into the air around you. Moving back and sitting down in the chair you'd originally tried to get Keegan to sit down in, you watched.

Watched as he messed with the radio, inspecting the electronics for things you couldn't see- things you didn't understand.

"Do you think you can fix it?" You ask, curling up into the chair, pulling your legs up to you, and crossing them. Resting your arm on the counter and intently watching as he once again took your fork to poke and prod at the internals.

"More than likely." He replied, a calm, quiet tone as he leaned more of his body weight into the counter.

You were sure it was because his ribs were bothering him.

He'd never admit it.

But, they were.

Any time you had tried to question the man in the last few days- once he'd become considerably more lucid- on why he had been out in your neck of the woods. Where he would've been injured- you hadn't come into contact with any Federation, well, ever.

You didn't tell him that part.

For all he knew, you had them fertilizing the orchard.

But any attempt you had made had quickly been spun around and shot down. Pivoting into new conversation or him picking apart your questions until you no longer wanted to be around him.

"Why were you out here?" You questioned him, hand gripped onto the counter as you held a knife in your other hand. Half an onion behind you- staring up at the ceiling furiously blinking to get the tears out of your eyes.

"That's classified, princess." The slight drawl of his voice, the southern twang in his words as he threw in the princess just to get on your nerves.

He'd gone through a few other nicknames-

Sweetheart, Angel.

But he knew that Princess struck a nerve in you. The sassy bastard tactically threw it into a sentence whenever he wanted you to lose your footing.

"Classified?" You'd asked, groaning. "Give me a break, I drag you out of a creek, nurse you back to health the least you could do is tell me why you were out here."

"If I told you I'd have to kill you." He replied, a smug grin curling up on the edges of his lips.

"And all I'd have to do is hit you in the ribs." You bit back.

"Oh, come on. That's fighting a little dirty don't you think?" He tilted his head in question. His large hands opened and pressed against his chest before hissing and wincing.

Your head snaps over at the sound of his pain. "Are you alright?" You ask, concern laced into not only your words but your features.

"Don't worry about me Princess, I'm just a little tender."

You hadn't really thought about what would happen if the radio started working again- he wasn't exactly in the best shape to be heading back off the mountain to presumably around the same place he'd been injured in the first place.

"Are you trying to talk to your team?" You asked, breaking the silence between the two of you.

Keegan looks at you for a moment, as if debating on releasing the smallest bit of information.

And he nods, once.

Yes.

"Are they here too?" You question, picking at a stray thread at the end of your t-shirt. Anxiously trying to navigate the conversation- keeping him responding while feeding you little crumbs of information.

"No. I came here alone."

You hum in acknowledgment. Resting your elbow against the counter, your chin into your hand, watching him glare at the broken electronic.

"Dosen't seem very smart to come out here by yourself." You reply, finally standing and grabbing your bottle of water and taking a sip. Pointing out what you felt to be a major flaw in his logic.

He was just one man.

"Could say the same about you." He replied, setting the radio down on the table and turning to look at you.

Your posture stiffened, grip tightening on the bottle.

"I wasn't always alone."

Keegan's face was stoic- but for a moment, for a fraction of a second, she could see something flicker in his eyes. As if he were asking for more- to know.

To care.

"My-" You falter for a moment. "My brother, he left... Four months? Maybe Five- I don't even know how long he has been gone- before I found you. He went to go investigate something weird a few miles away from here"

You take in a shaky breath.

"He never came back..." You look out the window, watching a chicken scratch at the earth and peck. "I know he can handle himself- but he's never been gone this long. And he told me to not come looking if he didn't come back- we all know what would happen if I was found."

Keegan listened, intently. And he understood, even with the disgust rising in the back of his throat at the thought.

"What was he investigating?" He asked.

"There are these... erm." You pause. "Fires- on the four mountains. They are other settlements, other farmers, and even maybe a town now on one of them. The smoke from the fires means either something is really, really wrong, or they had made contact with the government- that people were here to protect and save some of us." Your grasp your arm anxiously, rubbing at the skin. "So he went to investigate- but didn't come back."

He nodded, steel blue eyes fixed to your own.

"I just..." You trailed off.

"Want to make sure he's ok?" Keegan finished.

"Yea." You nodded. "Or at least have some closure. Sometimes just knowing- as much as it'd hurt. To know he is dead, would be better than to wait- to expect."

"I'll help you." His voice was soft- quiet. As if his words came out just above a whisper.

"Why?" You questioned.

“Keegan, you’re safe alright?”

He was silent, glancing around the cabin as if he hadn’t really looked at it before. “You took me in?”

“Y… Yea?” You questioned, wondering if it was the wrong thing to say. “You were hurt…”

“Why are you helping me?” The question left, the exhale of his words and the dissipation of them into the silent room-filling little cracks in the walls with a deep voice you’d only heard of in the books you kept by your bedside.

 “You were hurt, and you needed help.” You explained carefully, eyes focused on his hand still locked onto your arm.

Keegan stared, mouth opening and trying to speak but nothing coming out- his mind rushing a million miles a minute.

"Because you owe me?" You teased.

He releases a breath. "Yea, Princess. Because I owe you."

[ms-unfortunate24]

Is that all you got? (Keegan P. Russ X Reader) Pt. 3

Warnings: Slight Angst and cursing

Reader Inserts: Y/N= Your name, Y/L= Your last name, Y/CN= your code name, Y/H= your hair, Y/HC= your hair color, E/C= Eye color, H/S= Hair Style, N/N= Nickname.

A/N: I'm backkkkkkkkkkk not for long though.

Prompt: Keegan isn’t very talkative nor is he known, he’s a ghost literally.. He has his eyes on someone specific that he’s sure doesn’t notice him but what if they do? (The reader is Kick’s partner)

“Time?” “20:10” you answered shifting from your crouching position to a stand. “Our little birdie should be getting ready for his bath, accompanied by women of course,” Keegan says while pulling out two pairs of binoculars from his duffle bag, he tosses you one. “What a weirdo...” you pulled your pair of binoculars up to your face and skimmed around the bottom floor of the house, “18 guards, ground level” you called to Keegan, “Mid level, 7 guards Keegan called.

“Top floor, 13 guards” you called out

“Top floor, 12 guards” Keegan called out at the same time, you both turned to each other.

You frown at the miscount that he clearly made but he glares at you with his eyes saying the words for him “You are wrong”… you opened your mouth to speak but he interrupts you “It’s twelve. get your eyes checked out.” You slightly gasped at the insult and recounted but when you checked two of them left their post, “I counted fucking 13 so don't even try me, Russ.” you hissed back, he turned his head away from you not saying a single word after that. “God what a weirdo” you tilted your head while looking at Keegan and then slowly shifted your head to the target, your eyes widened at the disturbing display of his “bath time”. Keegan’s reaction was actually to cover your eyes, when you felt his hands over your eyes your face started to feel hot. “I don't want you to head back to the base being haunted by this” Keegan whispered in your ear, his voice sent vibrations down your body, causing your spine to feel a chill. He then shifted your head and body away from the display and let go, once you were able to see you were met by the edge of the building. You backed up in shock thinking he was trying to kill you, “you motherfu-” “oops didn't mean to” he quickly said, resting his hand over your shoulder.

You both had made it into the target’s yard, unseen by enemy personnel. “Keegan Y/CN. Sit” Elias commanded the two of you. Keegan was the first to sit down and you followed not too long after. “Do you have any idea as to why I partnered you both up for Sin City?” Elias asked. “No sir” Keegan responded, his voice sounding a bit raspy. “You two are the best at being stealthy, you’re both quick killers, and I need that to get rid of our target. The second he’s eliminated you’ll exfil to Rorke’s base and follow up with the rest of us, yes sir?” Elias says as he picks up a picture frame of Logan, hesh, and his wife. This was years ago as the Walker brothers were boys in that picture. “Yes sir” “yes sir,” Both you and Keegan said at the same time. “Y/CN, take the one on the left, I got right” Keegan whispers before sneaking behind one of the guards, you do the same, both of you silently taking out the targets with your combat knives. “I got blood in my mouth...” you groaned trying to spit the blood out. “Dont be a crybaby,” Keegan says while cleaning his knife. “Not all of us wear a balaclava, dick” you responded muttering the last part. He was about to say something but then stopped himself, “Follow me,” he says as he sneaks into the house, you follow his lead and see the guards on the ground floor some of them moved from their positions, maybe to the other floors. “Too many to go unnoticed, get your gas mask on, and let's air this baby out” Keegan commands, you reach to your side and unclip your gas mask from your utility belt, putting the gas mask on you reach for your tear gas and wait for Keegan's signal. Keegan raises his hand and then flags it down, you both toss tear gas into the room as the guards are now coughing, their systems being overflowed with the gas, causing painful coughs, blurry vision, and bloody noses. You and Keegan take out the targets one by one, one of the guys snuck up behind you and reached for your mask, fear and adrenaline rose into your system as you started to pull away from the coughing foe. Keegan throws his knife, hitting the enemy right between his eyes, you quickly fixed your mask thankful that he didn't rip it off. “Bastard..” you muttered towards the dead guard, picking up Keegan's knife from his skull.

You finally made it to the target’s room, the things you're hearing make you want to take your custom honey badger and turn it onto yourself. Keegan looks at your disgusted face and let's out a small chuckle, “what you find this funny?” you asked feeling embarrassed by the fact that Keegan found the situation humorous. Before Keegan could respond the door to the room opened, the target? No. A woman who was barely dressed, your face turns hot at the sight of her as Keegan's eyes went from her to you. His face was clearly unreadable because of his skull balaclava but he pulled the woman away after she shut the door, covering her mouth, he then knocked her out. “Did you... Kill her?” you questioned, your face was still a slight shade of red. “Why? Wanna ask her out after this?” Keegan said sarcastically, you scoffed and then looked at the closed door. “What's the game plan, big boy?” you asked, readying your gun. “Take this drill charge, plant it on the door, kaboom” Keegan said offering the charge to you, you crouched over to him and grabbed it. “Right righttt” you replied planting the charge onto the door and activating it's drill. You back away from the door as the impact blows it back, Keegan walks in nonchalantly with two pistols in his hand, shooting everything that moved in the room. You stared in awe at what your partner just did, no offense to Kick but Keegan was very impressive, Kick was more of a tech guy while Keegan was a cold killer. You moved I'm after Keegan as you both scanned the room for Alejandro, He was in the closet, you lunged towards him with a knife, taking him out with no struggle. “Keegan to Exfil team, ready for extraction, ASAP,” Keegan said through his communicator

[2kiran]

18+ BOTTOM KEEGAN R.

“Ah- I’m so sorry, doll...” Keegan huffs, his muscled arms littered with old and new scars wrapped around your neck. He buries his face into the crook of your neck to muffle the sound of his groans, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin but never fully penetrating.

You had gotten into a bad argument. He fucked up his previous mission by accidentally getting himself caught by the enemy. It would’ve ended with him bleeding out if you hadn’t arrived in time to save him.

It began with you giving him the scolding of his life which provoked him into talking back, leading to a nasty back-and-forth yelling.

Then somewhere in between the exchanged berating, he ripped off both of your pants and fisted your dick to full hardness. Now, he reduced himself to a cock-drunk state, his stretched hole clenching and unclenching around you as an additional apology. “So fuckin’ s-sorry, so—ngh, I’m sorry, baby.”

Keegan grinds his hips, rolling forward until he’s sucking you in completely. His knees are bruised, numb and tingly and forgotten. You grab onto his waist, using it as leverage when you unceremoniously thrust upwards. “Shut up, Russ.” You grunt, your tip hitting the sweet spot that has him releasing a high-pitched cry, his neglected length twitching from the sudden jolt of stimulation.

“I said I was—hnngmh—sorry!” He stumbles over his words, caught on the borderline of a whine. His brows crease in frustration, adjusting his position to bounce on your fat cock that’s filling him in all the right ways properly. One of your hands grip his jaw, forcing him to tilt his head to meet your piercing gaze. “And I said to shut up. You never follow orders, do you?”

He whimpers, red blooming on his cheeks. That was the cause of all of this; his inability to obey. He’s looming over you, his rim clinging to the head of your cock before abruptly sinking down, gasping at the sensation. Keegan wants to be the best man he can be for you, so he doesn’t protest when his legs strain as he desperately attempts to fuck himself dumb without begging for your assistance.

[corpsehusbands-casket]

MY BOUNDARIES!!!

Do:

Interact(like, comment, etc)

Request oneshots!

Praise/congratulate posts (is there a better way to say this?)

Private message me for fluff/angst/smut requests!

Be feral- I find this hilarious!

Flirt with me, I flirt back but you can bet your butt I will not date you 😃

Request NSFW content! (List of everyone i will and won’t do below ⬇️ )

Repost- please do!

Friendly constructive criticism! I love it!

DM me and vent. I’m here for you. If you want advice, I’ll give it to you(you probably shouldn’t trust my love advice because I swear Cupid dropped his bow/arrow and is holding a gun to my forehead.)

DM an just chat. Just don’t be dry.

Don’t:

Ask for face/voice reveal. I won’t until I feel comfortable which won’t be for a long time.

Sexualize me or people/characters I have in my do not sexualize list(at the bottom of post.) Flirting and sexualizing are very different. You may be friendly and flirt with me but you will not say inappropriate about me to anyone you will be reported and blocked.

Post hate comments. If you do, I’ll hit back 2x as hard or block you and trust me right now, I will not hold back. I will not stand for disrespect to myself or anyone on any of my posts.

Negatively criticize my writing. I’ll just flat out block you because if it bothers you, you should be mature enough to just leave my page and ignore it. If you aren’t mature enough then you shouldn’t be here in the first place.

Take jokes seriously. If I’m joking, you’ll know. Like the joke I made about Cupid holding a gun to my forehead earlier in this post, ITS A JOKE!!!

I’m so serious when I say I won’t tolerate transphobia or homophobia at all. I will report and ban you without hesitation.

(Just don’t do anything else that would get you blocked.)

My character list:

I will write NSFW for:

Zayne (Love and Deepspace)

Rafayel (Love and Deepspace)

Rafayel (Love and Deepspace)

Dean Winchester (SPN)

Sam Winchester (SPN)

Castiel (SPN)

Lucifer (SPN)

The Devil (you freaky bastard, you’re amazing.)

Ghost (COD)

Soap (COD)

Konig (COD)

Gaz (COD)

Horangi (COD)

Price (COD)

Alex Keller (COD)

Keegan P. Russ (COD)

Roach (COD)

Damon Salvatore (TVD)

Stefan Salvatore (TVD)

Niklaus Mikaelson (TVD)

Elijah Mikaelson (TVD)

Rebekah Mikaelson (TVD)

Hayley Marshall (TVD)

Marcel Gerard (TVD)

Kol Mikaelson (TVD)

Freya Mikaelson (TVD)

Caroline Forbes (TVD)

Enzo (TVD)

Bonnie Bennet (TVD)

Kai Parker (TVD)

Katherine Pierce (TVD- I don’t blame you, she may be borderline psychotic but she’s sexy as hell.)

Stiles Stilinski (TW)

Scott McCall (TW)

Lydia Martin (TW)

Allison Argent (TW)

Ethan / Aiden (TW- not together, they just don’t have last names listed.)

Malia Tate (TW)

Derek Hale (TW)

Jackson Whittemore (TW)

Theo Raeken (TW)

Most suggested characters

I won’t write NSFW for:

Corpse Husband (solely because he spoke out against it, it makes him uncomfortable.)

Ranboo

Dream

Sykkuno (you’re sick if you even thought about fucking this adorable man.)

Quackity

MrBeast

Karl Jacobs

God (SPN- dude… he’s like… the king of virginity.)

Bobby Singer (SPN)

John Winchester (SPN)

Mary Winchester (SPN)

Jack Kline (SPN)

Gabriel (SPN)

Farah Karim (COD)

Matt Donovan (TVD- why… wha?? Are you baked right now???)

Tyler Lockwood (TVD)

Jeremy Gilbert (TVD- WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU???)

Alaric Saltzman (TVD- He was like a dad to me ngl.)

Jenna Sommers (TVD- yeah, she’s hot, but she also died a painful and terrible death in only the second season. Have some respect.)

Liam Dunbar (TW- innocent little twink. Large child.)

Erica Reyes (TW- woah.)

Jordan Perrish (TW- I’m sure you can find some on ao3 if you want it that bad.)

Noah Stilinski (TW- I know he’s a dilf but I’m already writing smut over his son so that’d be just be weird.)

Alan Deaton (TW- WHY?!)

Melissa McCall (TW- same reason as Noah.)

Corey Bryant (TW- another innocent little twink.)

Mason Hewitt (TW- it just feels so wrong.)

Gerard Argent (TW- anybody know that TikTok audio that sings “pedo, pedo, pedo, pedopheliaaa, stop! 😃”?)

Victoria Agent (TW- she scares me.)

Bobby Finstock (TW- Same reason as Alaric.)

A small about of requested characters. (I’ll add more over time.)

(P.S There is a very large chance I will not write NSFW content about real people(celebrities, friends, family, etc.). If they have addressed their opinion on being sexualized and have said they are not comfortable with it, I will not write NSFW content about them at all. For example, Corpse Husband. Correct me if I’m wrong at all about this, but he has said that he doesn’t like being sexualized- especially by minors and I know not everyone here on tumblr is an actual mature adult so I will write fluff and angst about him but definitely not smut.)