#codghosts

[konigbabe]

feast of pleasure

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x König x Keegan P. Russ x fem!reader

Word count: 5.9k

Warnings: smut; p-in-v sex; anal sex; unprotected sex; foursome - f/m/m/m; fingering; oral - f & m; strong language; dirty talk; gendered reader; gendered terminology

Summary: A simple game; a friendly atmosphere; until one of the masked men asked, "would you rather kiss him or me?"; now spread wide for all three of them, nothing to hide as you submitted to the pleasure they were willing to give.

A/N:  Shoutout to @ave661 for making this art. Divider by @firefly-graphics [source]

masterlist •��faq • AO3 • ko-fi

Your body was an invitation, a tantalizing feast of pleasure, just waiting to be savored; skin like silk, invitingly soft, begging to be touched. Caressed. Worshipped. You were theirs to explore and enjoy; to be taken and owned, an object of their pleasure and desires.

Ghost's lips brushed your neck, bruised from Keegan’s possessive assault as he marked you everywhere he could reach, the imprints of his teeth slightly visible. An almost animalistic grunt left his clenched teeth as he took notice.

No one actually knew how you ended up in such a situation. At first, such an idea would go completely over your head, laughing it off; which you did in the beginning, just a silly fantasy, something out of reach for you. The enigma of the masks, the unyielding thoughts swirling inside your brain as you watched them in action, bodies working on autopilot. Movements swift and merciless.

Desperately trying to hold onto your sanity, brain slowly turning to mush as you ground into Keegan’s hips, feeling his hardness over your clothed core. A satisfied grunt left his kiss-bruised lips; hands caressing the exposed flesh of your thighs, fingers dancing deliberately over the hem of your underwear as he watched. Eyes fixated on your face, looking as your lips wrapped around the spongy head of König’s cock, sucking the tip in with hollowed cheeks. Hand wrapped around his girth, pumping the remaining length while the other hand worked on Simon, who was standing opposite König, head thrown back, eyes closed in a blissful pleasure as your fingers danced along his cock. Thumb swiping over the head occasionally, spreading more precum over his foreskin.

Keegan’s tongue was leaving wet patches on your neck, blowing a cold breeze on the heating skin as his hands led you through the motions, his fingers on the small of your back prompting you to grind on him harder.

"Dammit, kitten," his voice was rough around the edges, just like him, "can feel you soaking me."

No one questioned the situation no more; the last one to give in was König, uncertain of the idea the longest.

It all began innocently enough, with every one of you gathered to enjoy a celebratory drink after a successful raid. To liven up the night, someone suggested playing a game of "Would You Rather?". After a few rounds of drinks, the sensation of the alcohol coursing through your veins was palpable; it was Keegan who shifted the atmosphere, going from a simple question to "Would you rather kiss me or Ghost?".

The air became still, tense as you stared at him; the dark pupils spreading over the blue ocean of his eyes, darkening them. König shifted in his seat, gaze watching the amber-colored drink swirl in his glass. Both ghosts, however, stared at you in unison; Keegan curious, Simon daring.

A giggle of nervousness escaped your lips; deep breath in, you felt suffocated for a moment, eyes fixated on the man in front of you; König's eyes glancing towards you, his countenance bowed, creasing his brow in a myriad of wrinkles, his face unreadable.

"All."

Keegan grinned at you, mischief glinting in his eyes as he shot a look at Simon and then König. A silent agreement was made at that moment; something new was about to arise. That was when you found out that your dream, the fantasy, was nowhere near reality. Their kisses; the way they worshipped you; it was all so different, it made your head spiral.

Keegan kissed like a man starved; lips branding yours with passionate fervor, tongue swirling with skillful expertise, exploring the depths of your mouth with each teasing stroke. Hands grasping your throat, the guttural groans shooting straight to your core, heart racing. His presence intoxicating, tongue driving you into complete submission. Hands angling your face to his own desire, thumb caressing the front of your throat; the gentle touch absolute contrast to the rough bites bruising your lips. His touch was raw. Primal. Promising. Keegan shifted you into a pliant state, his touch commanding, handling you in any way he desired, assuring you that in his hands, all your worries would melt away.

Ghost, Simon was a guide; hands grasping your thighs, hips, caressing your curves as his lips moved along yours. Sucking your tongue, a promise of what was about to happen if you let him in; tongue dancing along your lower lip, bruised and abused after Keegan’s hungry assault. Simon soothed the pain, becoming a beacon of comfort and security. A watcher. Observer. He was in control, his moves calculated and sure, yet utterly passionate.

König; sweet and caring. A benign touch of aftercare after the ghosts had their turns. His size betrayed him; a gentle giant. His lips were soft and tasted like honey. Hands caressing your face, thumb swiping over your heated cheeks as his tongue tangled with yours in a passionate dance of devotion. Hesitant to give in at first, even with your eyes begging and Keegan’s encouraging words; "C’mon mate, nothing to be shy about, we’re all friends here, right?" and Simon’s affirmative nod as his hand stayed on your leg, thumb brushing the inside of your thigh.

The ghosts watched in inquisitiveness, wondering if the silent observer would become a willing participant in their little game. Looking into König’s eyes, a wave of sympathy swept over you. Features relaxing as you reached across the small table, hips digging into the edge, you had to almost bend over it to reach his face. Simon’s hand moved to the back of your thigh, his touch never leaving as your eyes scanned König’s face, noticing the pinkish tint on his cheeks, the alcohol rushing through his veins.

"It’s just us," you whispered, feeling his breath fan over your wet lips, "nothing to be ashamed of."

His touch was electrifying, hand bringing your face into his by the back of your neck, fingers digging into your scalp as König enveloped you in his presence. A moan escaped your occupied lips as Simon’s fingertips brushed over the apex of your thighs before dancing over your clothed center; hips bucking into his hand involuntarily.

"You want us, pet?" he asked, tone lazy. A shiver ran down your spine as you felt König’s hands on your face, lips smashed against yours.

A hum of appreciation rumbled deep inside your throat. A hot jolt of energy spread inside your tummy as a hand stroked the exposed skin of the small of your back. Lips brushed against your ear before someone swiped their tongue on the skin behind it; Keegan’s words echoed in your head like a soft lullaby, sending you into a state of pure bliss, "we need words, kitten."

Your heart fluttered, air leaving your lungs as you exhaled in contentment, breaking from König’s kiss. Gazing deeply into Keegan's eyes, you could feel the desire radiating from his soul; his eyes were like a spell, holding you in place and igniting a flame of longing in your core.

"I want you all, all at once, Keegan," you murmured. König’s hand tightened in your hair, the pull straining your scalp as a strong urge to move closer to Keegan overtook your body; drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

"Then get on that table," it felt like it was just the two of you for a moment; your surroundings faded away as König's hand caressed your hair and Simon's fingertips caressed the apex of your thighs.

Eyes never leaving Keegan’s, body on autopilot, you followed his order. The coolness of the wood against the heated skin of your back, shirt discarded in the process. Simon stood up, gripping your ankle firmly while all three of them looked at your exposed body, eyes traveling over the soft curves, searing you in your place. The chill air gradually grew hotter, completely engulfing your skin in its warmth.

Your body was an invitation, a tantalizing feast of pleasure, just waiting to be savored; skin like silk, invitingly soft, begging to be touched. Caressed. Worshipped. You were theirs to explore and enjoy; to be taken and owned, an object of their pleasure and desires.

Legs spread on each side of Simon, he took off your shoes and socks, fingertips circling around your ankles as you looked up at König, who was now standing to his full height. Extending one arm toward him, a soft "come here" left your lips in a murmur, a grin on your swollen lips. He stayed still for a moment, the image of you, spread wide on the table, engraving in his memory to be remembered in the future.

Eventually, he crouched down; hand on the table as his lips connected with yours once again, a satisfied whimper sounded from your lips.

Your senses reeling, the warmth of multiple hands on your skin sent jolts of electricity down your spine, quickly igniting a wildfire of desire within you. You heard Keegan talk, sweet words of admiration, but it was Simon's low and rasped tone that lingered in your ears after he had spoken; too indulged in the depths of satisfaction König’s lips had brought you, you didn't care enough to listen. Completely lost in the bliss, your mind on cloud nine, the intensity of the sensations coursing through you increasing with every touch, every caress, every whisper.

A hand sneaked on your hip, giving it a squeeze; an order your body understood. Arching your back off the table, someone’s fingertips traced the clasp of your bra before getting rid of it. One swift movement; practiced, skilled. A mouth on the soft tissue of your breast, another hand kneading the other one, wet lips enveloping your nipple, a tongue swiping over the pulsing bundle of nerves, thumb circling the other one.

Moaning into König’s mouth, his tongue swiped over yours, the rich taste of alcohol mingling with the sweet taste of your saliva. Breaths ragged. Another pair of hands undid your belt, sending a thrill down your spine. Simon’s voice felt distant, yet his breath fanned over your belly button as he spoke in a sultry tone, "lift your hips for me, pet."

You complied, of course. Nothing but respect for your lieutenant. One powerful tug and your legs were freed from the restraints of your pants. Kisses lingered on your calves, the men absolutely stunned by the beauty beneath them. Simon’s tongue swiped over your skin, teeth sinking into your legs; aggressive, primal, possessive. The after kisses gentle, soothing the pain away as you writhed underneath them.

It was Keegan who pulled away first, admiring the irritated flesh of your breasts before his palm laid flat against your soaked center, a guttural grunt accompanied by his lips on your ribs vibrating through your entire being. Hips grounding into his hand, he added pressure onto your aching nub.

The few words exchanged between the men were almost drowned out by your own heavy breathing as you shamelessly moved your hips, chasing the sensation of pressure that lingered between your legs. König's lips were still locked with yours, his hands nowhere to be found as you both embraced in a passionate kiss.

The air was saturated with the musky smell of arousal and sexuality, sending a shiver of delight through your body. As your mouths parted, you could see König's hand wrapped firmly around himself, feeling all the air punched out of your lungs.

Keegan’s touch was electric. You wanted more; a craving that only intensified as you continued to grind against his palm, pushing against his body as your eagerness grew with every second.

That was when you noticed; Simon disappeared. The ghost nowhere to be found, your eyes scanned the empty room before meeting with Keegan.

"Looking for lube," he explained, a sly smile on his face as he sneaked one hand behind your neck, fingers digging into your scalp, "we’re gonna need it."

"Okay," you swallowed, a knot tightening inside your throat as you realized; this was really happening. König’s grunts clouded your mind, Keegan’s eyes staring into your soul.

Bracing yourself on your hands, your lips chased Keegan’s, legs swung to close him in. Reaching your hand to your side, your fingertips traced König’s arm, feeling the hard muscle flexing as he palmed himself in a slow, almost punishing rate.

Keegan explored your body, lips an inch from yours but never touching. Teasing. As you moved forward, he pulled back, stopping all movement. A game of cat and mouse.

"Keegan," you mumbled, lips brushing his. From the side of your view, you saw König; standing tall, cock hard and glistening with precum. Swirling your tongue over Keegan’s lips, his eyes dark and smoldering with passion, the silvery blue of them completely overtaken by the deep, unbridled desire that was radiating from him. A playful sparkle shone in his eyes, though, teasing and inviting you to explore the depths of his craving. His lips were soft and inviting, urging you to continue to tantalize his senses with your passionate embrace.

A cunning grin formed on your face, biting your lips, you wrapped your ankles around his shoulders, his hands closing over your thighs. Reaching to your side, your hand enveloped König, stopping his movement as you licked your lips.

Feeling Keegan's stare, quickly looking up at König, you noticed the passionate craving in his eyes.

A kiss on his head, the sweetness of the precum coating your lips; salty, briny, brackish. A moan left you as your lips wrapped around the tip.

The moment didn’t last long; Keegan’s hands gripped your hips, tugging you forward until the edge of the table scraped your naked back as you slid off. Releasing König’s cock with a whimper, you landed on Keegan’s lap. He was already hard, a groan escaping his parted lips as you ground into him.

"Where the fuck is Simon," you mumbled, hand wrapping around König’s cock as Keegan’s lips searched yours, mingling the taste of you and König with his own. His kiss made your skin burn and your heart race as you felt a wave of desire wash over you; you wanted them all and you wanted them now.

As if being summoned, Simon’s dark and looming figure appeared by your side, handing Keegan a bottle of petroleum jelly.

Your eyes locked with his, heart fluttering as a smudge of darkness framed the mesmerizing, teal blue of his eyes. Simon’s gaze was intense yet reassuring, and you felt a deep, primal need course through you.

Fingers locking on his belt, you tugged; the signal not going unnoticed. Hips circling on top of Keegan, his hands caressed your thighs as you waited; waited for Simon to finally free himself, cock hardening as your fingers wrapped around his girth.

He couldn’t compare to König in length; but who could? Simon was more on the thicker side, your fingers too short to wrap fully around him.

Keegan's lips pressed hungrily against the front of your throat, a breathy moan escaping from your kiss-swollen lips as your hands worked on the men next to you.

Turning to König, you took him in your mouth while swiping your thumb over Simon’s tip, the droplet of precum not enough to lubricate; so you switched, the rich taste of König soon mixing with Simon’s as you sucked his tip in, tongue flat against his underside.

König’s broken English mixed with German as you pumped him, slow and tantalizing, prolonging the pleasure.

"Bloody hell, pet," Simon exhaled, hand on top of your head as he guided your face on his cock. Taking as much as you could, you felt the spongy head hit the back of your throat, closing in on him; feeling him shudder shot fire to your cunt, pulsating for attention as you felt the sense of power over the man, known for his scary, distant demeanor; now completely under the spell of your mouth, the most vulnerable he might ever be.

Mouth back to König, you took as much in as your mouth allowed; which wasn’t a lot but enough to satisfy. Grinding your hips into Keegan, his teeth sank into the skin on top of your breast as his hand laid flat on your tummy before creeping downwards in an entrancing manner.

Hand sneaking inside your underwear, a moan vibrated in your throat, stuffed full of König as Keegan’s finger collected your wetness, spreading it over your aching clit.

"Damn, kitten," he mumbled, sucking on your nipple in the process, "you’re already soaking and we haven’t even started yet."

A delightful feeling spread in your abdomen as Keegan’s fingers spread your lips, teasing your entrance.

Pulling back, you shot him a pleading look, "please."

"What?" he raised his eyebrows, that same sparkle in his eyes as before, "you want my fingers?"

You nodded. Mind hazy. Completely wiped off of any rational thinking as all you could feel were the hands on you, Simon’s grip in your hair slowly guiding you back to him.

Moans of pleasure mixed with grunts of delight, everything felt like a wildfire as Keegan’s fingers explored every inch of your innermost depths, his nails delicately scraping against your quivering walls, sending jolts of pleasure radiating through your body like a wave of molten honey.

Your heart raced as Keegan's touch became increasingly more passionate, the sensation of his fingertips teasing and tantalizing you to unimaginable heights of pleasure.

"Fuck yourself, kitten," Keegan’s voice was rough, teeth scraping along your shoulder as he stilled all the movement. Legs bracing on either side of him, you lift yourself up until only the fingertips remained inside; slowly descending back down.

Simon’s grunts turned into groans, a moan escaping his lips once in a while; the sound making you go absolutely feral.

"Fuck, guys," Keegan chuckles as he watched you fuck yourself with his fingers, "she’s dripping, might not even need that lube."

Heat spread in your face as you listened to Simon’s rugged sounds, his head pulsating inside your throat as his fingers tighten in your hair.

"I’m gonna cum," he thrust forward; a gentle, calculated move, "gonna fill that mouth of yours."

Clenching around Keegan’s fingers, curses left his mouth; thumb on your clit, hand on your thigh, an encouraging squeeze here and there.

And then, for the first time, you felt the electrifying sensation of witnessing Simon, the mysterious and alluring Ghost, unraveling in pleasure; his brows intensely furrowed, a delicate layer of sweat glistening on his temples, his lips parted in a blissful moan as he spilled deep inside your mouth, coating your tongue in his bitter release.

Pulling away, you swiped your tongue over his slit, collecting the remains of his cum on the tip of your tongue. Drowning in your own pleasure, swallowing what Simon gave you, you looked at Keegan; eyes wide, hungry as he met your thrusts, feeling your walls clenching around his fingers. Gasping, nearing your own climax, he added another finger, curling them inside to find that sweet spot; to get you to scream for him.

Tightening your grip around König, increasing the speed of your hand, a strangled moan escaped your open, bruised lips. The heat inside your tummy overwhelming as you felt the sensation of pleasure grow. Keegan’s thumb on your clit moved faster, lips circling your nipple as you moaned, the wetness between your legs a delicious sensation.

Hips bucking; Keegan’s fingers continued pumping through your climax, sending surging sensations of pleasure that seemed to last forever.

"Get her on the table," Simon ordered. Withdrawing his fingers from you, Keegan’s arms wrapped around your back; you could feel the wetness on his fingers coat your side as he lifted you up.

Legs tangling in the air, bathing in the blissful ecstasy, he laid you back on the table, discarding the last vestiges of clothing. Your body exposed, vulnerable to his touch, you felt a rush of arousal as he trailed his fingertips over your curves, exploring every inch of you with an intensity that left you breathless.

Looking at König, you whispered a desperate, breathy plea, "Please, König, I need you to fuck me."

You could swear that you saw his cock twitch at your words. His face flushed with desire; he nodded.

"She’ll need more prep for you, my man," Keegan said to König as you reached for the giant, seeing Simon in the corner of your eyes; standing near, arms crossed over his naked chest. He was watching the scene before him; observing. His eyes a calming haven to the storm happening. A guardian; you’d say.

"Condoms?" Keegan took you from your trance, hand palming his own cock as he waited for your answer; shaking your head, whispering a simple "implant", he nodded. Hands running down your hips, he turned you around, tugging you backward until your ass hang in the air.

Face forward, you latched your mouth back on König. Keegan's hand glided along the contours of your back, sliding over the flesh of your asscheeks.

Spreading you apart for him, the hot breath of his desire fanned over your dripping center as he flicked his tongue inside you, the sensation causing you to arch your back and cry out in pleasure, a hum vibrating in his throat.

"Tastes like goddamn heaven," he kissed your opening, standing up. Guiding the tip of his hard, velvety cock to your trembling entrance, tasting your sweet release, he eased into you, filling you with aching pleasure. Inch by inch, he split you apart and built you back together, stoking the flames of desire within you.

His hands moved with a delicate touch all over your body, making their way to your hips, grasping them tightly as he pushed himself further into you. You felt an overwhelming pleasure as your body was slowly filled with his raging desire. His hips pushed against yours as he went deeper, allowing your gummy walls to wrap around him as he moved.

The moment he was fully seated inside, he stilled; relishing in the feeling of being absolutely full, you took as much of König as you possibly could inside your mouth, tasting the sweet, salty skin. His body gently rocked against your face, each thrust sending a thrill of arousal to where Keegan was seated.

Keegan’s thrusts were deliberate and provoking, each one sending an explosive wave of pleasure that made your body quiver with delight; hands moved along your curves, igniting an inferno of passion that threatened to consume you.

König’s groans grew louder as you hollowed your cheeks, tongue laying flat over his slit for a moment.

The room was soon filled with the sound of your moans and your wetness as Keegan rolled his hips against your ass, filling you up with every inch of his cock. Every time he pulled away, your body yearned for him, your muscles contracting around him.

"Gonna fuck that ass of yours, kitten," Keegan groaned between the tantalizing thrusts, "s’that okay?"

Moaning around König’s cock, you already knew the drill. Letting him slip from your warm mouth, you allowed Keegan to do what he wanted with your body.

Pulling away completely, he swiped his fingers over your mixed juices before plunging back inside; spreading your own juices over the tight ring of muscles, he eased the tip of his finger in.

"Fuckin’ hell," a deep, filthy grunt escaped Keegan’s lips as he watched you eagerly suck it in.

Simon’s eyes burned holes into Keegan as he observed his preparations. All while watching your mouth getting stuffed, silently admiring König for his stamina, being able to hold on for that long, knowing well how good your mouth feels, what that sharp tongue of yours can do.

Keegan worked on you, relaxing the muscles enough to allow him to get his whole finger in, coated in your juices, having to mix it with the jelly Simon brought earlier to make it as comfortable as he could for you; two fingers, scissoring you open for his cock to sank in. Soon.

Simon walked over to the table you were displayed on, rough hand running along the curve of your spine as you felt Keegan’s tip probe your ass.

"Ready?" he asked. König stepped back for a moment, letting you take a deep breath as Simon’s hand sneaked in your hair, tucking a few stray, sweat-drenched strands behind your ear as you let yourself be drowned in his eyes.

König’s reassuring words filled your ears, Simon’s stare holding you hostage as you gasped, feeling a sting of pain shoot up your body, chest pushing into the table as your legs involuntary flexed, feet pushing upwards to stand on tiptoes as if your body was trying to run away.

"Careful there, man," Simon said, your eyes squeezed shut, lip sucked in.

"S’alright," you reassured the men around you. Keegan paused for a slight moment, hand sneaking around you to rest on your clit, fingers toying with the pulsating numb of nerves as he sunk the tip in, feeling the delightful squeeze of your insides.

A moan escaped your lips, legs falling open wider as Keegan split you open. His grunts reverberated through you, powerful, rasping growls that sent a wave of desire spiraling through your body until you were burning up with need. His groans seemed to penetrate your core, setting it alight until you were trembling with pleasure.

The moment you felt his hips brush against your asscheeks, you knew; he was fully inside. The feeling foreign yet so intensely erotic. Feeling every inch of him where no one else had ever been.

Your mind went absolutely numb with pleasure. You could barely process the conversation between Keegan and the other men, the words fading away as you bathed in the slow, sensuous motions that he was making. His movements were expertly precise, coaxing out every ounce of pleasure from your body as he moved.

Stopping for a moment, Simon's fingertips roamed over your face before you were lifted up, Keegan still seated fully inside you. Sitting down, you felt him sink in deeper than before.

Resting your head on his shoulder, Keegan’s lips brushed over your ear, his legs spreading yours wide apart. Glistening cunt on display, you watched as König moved in front of you, squeezing his cock in his hand, eyes watching your juices drip onto Keegan’s hips.

König guided his throbbing, engorged cock to your entrance, hands resting possessively on your quivering thighs, squeezing them tight and pushing them apart as he sank himself deep into your welcoming walls. His spongy, swollen tip caressed the top of your cervix, eliciting a trembling moan of pleasure from your lips. Both men stayed still inside you, savoring the moment.

The intense heat of their bodies pressed against yours as the sensation of being so full intensified. One hand sneaking into König’s hair, you pulled the man closer, lips crashing against his, a plea to move escaping your mouth between the kisses.

Keegan's hands were firm on your hips as he began to thrust, slowly lifting you up with each motion before delicately letting you sink back onto his lap. Soon enough, both men found a satisfying rhythm, setting your body on fire, skin tingling with pleasure.

König's body took possession of you, his desire and heat radiating off of him and engulfing you. Eyes opened, you sought the last man available; Simon was standing in your arm’s reach, hand wrapped around his already hard, aching cock, his gaze piercing and unyielding as he looked at you.

You were entranced by the sight of him, feeling his need and hunger for you, unable to resist his allure. Arm reaching for him, he took a step forward, then another, until he was standing next to you, cock alert and right in front of your face.

Licking your lips, you wrapped your hand around the base before your mouth closed around the tip. Sliding your tongue around him, tasting him, you savored the sensation of his velvety smoothness, your eagerness to please him palpable.

Keegan's hand slowly, teasingly caressed your aching nub, coaxing forth an immense wave of pleasure that washed through your entire body. His words of encouragement, laced with König's melodic German, and Simon's shameless gasps of delight added to the intensity of the moment, and you found yourself consumed by the heat of their bodies, the tight embrace of being sandwiched between them. Every movement, every touch, added to the ever-growing pleasure that was coursing through your veins. You felt like you could burst with the intensity of the sensations, and you never wanted it to end.

"Ich kom-gonna cum inside," König grunted, hips buckling into yours.

Everything felt so unbelievably, mind-meltingly good. You moaned around Simon’s cock as the molten pleasure in your belly grew stronger, your body trembling and tingling with the intensity of it all.

Keegan stilled the moment you opened your mouth, Simon sliding out of you as the filthiest moan left your lips, head thrown back; the feeling of König’s load coating your insides awakening your nerves, setting them on fire as he fucked you through the orgasm.

"Shit," Keegan chuckled, "did you just-"

"I think so," Simon agreed, eyes following the glistening bead of sweat trailing down your temple as your whole body quivered, legs trembling; your pliant form completely devoured by the searing pleasure.

A whimper left your lips as König pulled out, leaving you painfully empty. One last kiss, a thank you, before he retreated to the side, leaving you sitting on Keegan’s lap, his cock still deep inside your ass.

You heard Simon talk, another incoherent order being given out. Watching as he laid down, Keegan guided your hips up. Legs unable to cooperate, the man was forced to basically carry you onto Simon’s lap.

Simon’s cock slipped inside you with ease, König’s and Keegan’s remains mixing with his as all three men felt the sensation of your gummy walls tonight, the tight squeeze you were willing to give, the snug feeling of your heat.

Kneeling behind you, Keegan stared in awe at your body, spread out before him, cunt already taken over by Simon; his thrusts deliberate. Measured. Deep. The tip of his cock kissing your walls with each thrust. The delicious sight of him pleasuring you almost brought Keegan to the brink of ecstasy just by watching.

Using another spoonful of jelly, he coated his cock in it before easing back inside. Keegan felt a thrill of pleasure at the sensation of your tight walls gripping him and the sensation of being so intimately connected to you. His pleasure only increased as Simon's hands guided your movements, the speed willfully increasing.

The rhythm of their combined thrusts grew stronger and faster as Simon felt your walls quiver around him, your moans of pleasure echoing through the heated room. His breathing quickened as Keegan rode the wave of pleasure that was building inside him, the pungent smell of sex so ever-present. He felt a wave of bliss wash over him as he moved closer to climax, Simon's groans of pleasure matching your own.

"Fuck, kitten," Keegan struggled to speak, mind spiraling with pleasure as his lips pressed against the skin between your shoulder blades, "gonna fill you up so good."

With one final thrust, he shuddered, hands squeezing your hips as he tugged you back into his hips, seating himself as deep as he could possibly go. A strangled moan left your lips, eyes locked with Simon’s as the man beneath you stilled, letting Keegan ride his high, use your body to the fullest before he got to his own climax.

Sitting back, Keegan couldn’t help but stare; the sight explicit. Filthy. Watching as his own cum leaked out of your ass and dripped onto Simon’s own cock before the ghost slammed himself fully back in. Simon’s hand sneaked at the back of your neck, bringing your face to his in a teeth-clashing kiss.

Rutting up inside your used and abused body, you let him absolutely ravage you; your body becoming nothing more than a ragdoll, overtaken by a wave of sweet and erotic bliss. His thrusts passionate as he claimed your body with every stroke as if it were his own.

His name left your lips like a prayer, arms too weak to hold yourself up as he drove you to another climax. His lips were hot against your skin, sending a wave of sparks through your veins as you moved closer to the sweet release. You felt the wave rise higher with no indication of stopping, until ultimately, a wave of contentment and delight enveloped you, a feeling of euphoria washing over your entire being.

"That’s it, kitten," his lips brushed your neck, bruised from Keegan’s possessive assault as he marked you everywhere he could reach, the imprints of his teeth slightly visible. An almost animalistic grunt left Simon’s clenched teeth as he took notice.

His thrusts became heavier, hitting the deepest corners of your gummy walls as he felt himself nearing climax. His lips pressed against yours again; his hot breath on your skin, hands tangled in your hair as he moved faster.

He moaned in pleasure as he thrust harder, feeling your body shiver as you laid on him, chest pressed against his. He moved his hands down to the apex of your thighs, pushing himself deeper into you. Simon’s thrusts were relentless as if he wanted to merge himself completely with you. You felt your body heat up as his intensity increased, crying out in pleasure.

"Think you can take me?" he groaned. A moan left your lips as you nodded into the crook of his neck. You felt him tense up as his thrusts became more powerful, and he let out a deep moan as he released himself into you. His body shuddered with pleasure as his thrusts became increasingly wild as if he was trying to get as deep as possible.

You felt your body trembling, breathing becoming more ragged as his thrusts become sloppier. Shamelessly using the heat of your walls, the tight squeeze of your insides to ride his own high.

"Don’t forget the lady, Lt.," Keegan cheered from somewhere in the room, König’s chuckle following suit; too tired to look around to see where the men retrieved too. Simon’s fingertips danced on your tummy, sliding down before you rolled away from him, a whimper leaving your lips as his softening cock slipped out of your sensitive walls.

"S’okay," you mumbled, fingers grasping his hand to stop him, "I’m good."

"You sure?" he asked, eyes searching your face for confirmation to which you nodded. Closing your eyes, you relished in the feeling of his cum dripping out, already knowing that you were making a mess on the filthy floor of the room.

Simon sat up, hand on your ribs, eyes scanning your body for any signs of discomfort before he turned his head to the side.

"Keegan, bring me a warm towel," his voice was rough around the edges, "König, a glass of water."

His hand swept away the hair sticking to your face, fingertips dancing along your hairline, "you did good, pet."

A contented smile spread on your face at his words, feeling the heat rushing to your cheeks; supporting your back, he help you sit up next to him as both of you waited for the guys to bring what was needed.

"Could do it again, sometimes," you said, head resting on his shoulder as his arm enveloped your upper back, supporting your weight.

"Think you could take it?"

"I think we both know the truth about that."

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[loganwalkerz]

I will never forgive the way the cod fandom treated Call Of Duty Ghosts because yall are the reason I've gotta sit wondering what happened to Logan Walker after the endin

We ain't ever getting part 2 to that amazing master piece 😭

[schizo-bbgs]

Keegan colored

[nonchalant-abby]

rorkes favorite song is ghostbusters prove me wrong.

[gunnrblze]

City Dweller, pt. 2

☽ Hesh x Reader, 1600k words, SFW

The drabble inspiration for this fic, part 1

Hello all, here’s part two of roommate life with our green eyed cutie :)

Waking up to a tender ache in your triceps and shoulders from moving boxes all day yesterday, was not your favorite thing about your first morning in this new apartment.

The eye bags under your eyes from not sleeping much through the night, wasn’t either.

And the dozens of boxes and bags piled around your bedroom was definitely on the bottom of the list.

What did peak your interest, was the slight whine you heard outside your door at such an early hour. Padding across the cool tile until you turned the door knob, you looked out into the hallway at eye level. But the culprit was at your feet.

Riley wagged his tail furiously when he spotted your form, head tilted and tongue hanging half out, staring up at you with his dark eyes.

An eyebrow raised, and you kneeled down to stare back at him, petting the smooth fur on the top of his head. He responded like he’d just won the puppy lottery, immediately coming closer, tail wagging and trying to nuzzle up to you. You couldn’t help but smile, petting down his back. The dull ache in your upper body stung, but he was too cute to pass up. You figured he should get to know you too, at least, as his new roommate.

His owner made himself even more known, though. A deep, nearly booming “Riley” called out from down the hall and around the corner, followed by footsteps. Maybe his commanding voice sent a shiver down your spine, maybe it didn’t.

Glancing up and then down the length of the hallway, you spotted Hesh standing at the end. Arms crossed as he spotted you kneeled down in your doorway, his dogs head practically atop your shoulder as you scratched behind his ears.

A smile crested his lips before he neutralized it, walking down the hall to gather Riley by the collar after another call of the dogs name didn’t seem to make him detach from you.

“Sorry he bothered you so early, he’s not used to having anyone else here” He’d apologize, pulling the canine off you gently before you stand back up.

Explaining that you didn’t mind only seemed to make it harder for him to hide that faint smile on his face, trying to maintain the apologetic attitude. Riley let out his own little whine as if demanding to be payed attention to again, and you were grateful for it. Reaching down a bit to pet him again so you could take your eyes off Hesh in his army getup.

That was a view you thought you could get used to. Camo covering his long legs, wrapped so deliciously around the man’s thighs that you made a point not to stare. T-shirt tight around the bulging muscles in his upper arms, it felt like an act of Christ to avert your eyes. Roommate, he’s your roommate, you fool. That internal reprimand didn’t help much, though.

“Once he gets used to you, he’ll be less of a nuisance, promise��” he still attempted to explain, but you couldn’t mind any of it. Not his cute dog, not his cute face. You were still so sleepy, lost in the little moment as you scratched Riley’s head.

You waved him off before you stood back up at full length, not missing the way his own eyes raked over your pjs and then proceeded to grin almost imperceptibly, nearly hidden by his thick beard. You gave him a tired smile, voicing again that Riley was no trouble, before meeting his eyes once more.

Time stood still for a moment, neither of you sure how to proceed. He gave a nod, and looked at the floor for a moment, still holding Riley’s collar loosely in his hand. He broke the silence first, wishing you a good morning, before shuffling back down the hall.

You definitely did not look at his ass before you shut your bedroom door again, flopping back into bed as the sun came up.

. . ・ 。 . ・ ゜ ✭ ・ ☽ ・ ✫ ・ ゜ ・ 。 . .

Your day was spent flitting around your room, unpacking the gargantuan amount of boxes that were piled up. The vision of all your clothing dumped onto your bed was a monsoon of stress, begging to be sorted, folded, hung up.

You took a break around noon, deciding to get a better look at the finer details of the apartment. Maybe you should’ve done that before signing the lease, but hey, you had to take this opportunity before it was ripped out from under you. Had to take him, maybe. No, you thought. Bad girl.

Your fingers trailed along the countertop island as you rounded into the kitchen area, taking better note of all the things he had stored in the drawers and cabinets.

Maybe it was silly to try and derive personality from someone based on the silverware they chose to buy, but you tried it anyways.

You had to take a second look at everything. The table and chairs he had, you, had…the items he chose to leave out on the counter instead of storing away, what kind of food he tends to buy…

The lack of junk food almost made you roll your eyes. You loved a good veggie platter as much as the next person, but you’d have to buy some Doritos if you were living with this guy for the foreseeable future.

You strolled around the living room, noting the lack of decor and, well…general sense of lived in-ness. You could definitely fix that. A rug, some art, maybe some plants.

Would he mind if you spruced the place up? Surely not, considering you live here now too. But would it be odd if he came home one day and you’d transformed an entire space of the apartment? Would he even like your taste in-

You had to knock the thoughts out before they could blossom too much. Not wanting to spiral yourself into an anxious mess over whether or not your totally cool and laid back roommate would mind if you put a throw pillow on the couch.

So you perused the rest of the apartment with the curiosity of a 7 year old. Why you cared so much about the stuff the man kept under the bathroom sink and the way he appeared to do his laundry, was a mystery. You chalked in up to getting to know the green eyed man. Getting to know the space you now live in.

And when you walked down the hallway and stopped at his bedroom door, you were already trying to mentally justify snooping through his bedroom.

No way could you do that, pry through his space like that. You hardly know the guy, and you definitely can’t just invade his privacy like that. But maybe just a tiny peek wouldn’t hurt, you attempted to justify.

Which is how you found your hand turning the knob and pushing his bedroom door open. Just enough, a crack in the door, so you could get a better look at what he flashed you a peek of last week.

Flicking the light switch on, your eyes roved over the sparsely decorated area. A bed on the wall to your right. A dresser on the far opposite side of the room, next to a desktop setup and monitor. You were still wondering what games he played on that thing, itching to cross the room and rifle through the dvd cases stacked up on the desk. You swore you could see Animal Crossing on one of them but that felt like your imagination, probably.

Your eyes flicked over to the closet door, dying to know what he wears aside from his uniforms. Just t shirts and jeans maybe? Oh god, does he wear those tight pants that-

You felt guiltier the longer you stood there, head popped into the cracked open doorway, so you abandoned your thought to take stock of how goddamned neat the bed was again. You thought maybe it was a fluke when you’d seen it last week. That he knew you’d be touring the place, so he did it up all proper. But you’d be damned if he didn’t have a made bed that would have a hotel housekeeper jealous.

He seemed to favor greens and greys, and it made sense when you looked at the rest of the apartment. It was, all in all, a bit bland. But somehow charming, you figured. The tall soldier wasn’t home too often, as he’d explained, so why would he have the place spruced up like The Ritz?

You didn’t debate it too much more, at least not with your prying eyes roaming over the shoes next to his nightstand and Riley’s bed in the corner. Was that a fucking baby blanket for the dog-

You shut his door back, abandoning your searches and returning to your own bedroom to keep unpacking.

. . ・ 。 . ・ ゜ ✭ ・ ☽ ・ ✫ ・ ゜ ・ 。 . .

A half unpacked room was decent work for one day, you’d decided before slumping down onto the living room couch. Limbs like jelly atop the cushions, slumped so far back into the plush grey fabric you hoped you’d be swallowed up whole.

You watched a show on the tv for background noise while you instead just scrolled on your phone, pouting when you remembered your Netflix subscription was about to end. No way am i paying 13 dollars a month just to watch Dexter, you reasoned.

You’d eventually decided you needed dinner, so you ordered takeout because it felt wrong to use up Hesh’s food, although he told you to go ahead and use anything you needed.

Later that night, you tossed and turned per usual, freaking out only momentarily when you heard the front door opening and two sets of feet, or paws rather, coming through the apartment.

You weren’t sure how long it’d take to get used to living with a brand new roommate, especially one that seemed to charm your socks off so easily that it was almost eerie. But when you heard Hesh’s chuckle sound down the hallway for whatever reason, all light and warm, you decided it probably wouldn’t take too long.

You should really be more careful next time you snoop, and actually turn the man’s bedroom light back off…

[quoxal]

Don't just stand there, help this poor man out.

Ahh it continues!! Here is Keegan in a... Situation. Maybe he just needs your help to escape these annoying ropes 😏

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【COD Ghost】Keegan P. Russ【Commission】

『Your mystery box.』 First time to draw army uniform, thanks for the lovely customer giving me a chance to draw Keegan! Commission open, DM me if you need to draw anything! —— 第一次畫軍裝，感謝委託人給我這次機會畫帥氣的Keegan! 委託開放中，有需要可以直接私訊詢問詳情哦！ —— 60 seconds speedpainting:

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A LITTLE SILLY FED-CHAN ON NIGHT

Fed night is crazy

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I am vewy proud of my edit :)

Font: lemonmilk

App: capcut

Character and game: keegan p russ from call of duty ghosts

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[konigbabe]

lose composure

Author: @konigbabe

Pairing: Keegan Russ x fem!reader

Word count: 4k

Tags/Warnings: dom!keegan; nsfw; smut; dirty talk; strong language; p-in-v sex; unfiltered filth; oral (m receive); fingering; unprotected sex; handjobs

Summary: Keegan knew exactly what he wanted and as he led you through the motions, you reveled in the pleasure that he provided.

A/N: Written as part of my A to Z kinks challenge; K as in katoptronophilia.

masterlist • faq • AO3 • ko-fi

“On your knees,” he commanded; your knees on the ground without a second thought. Cheeks heating up, mind becoming foggy as all you could see and feel was just him. Starved for his attention, you felt your heart racing, anticipating his next move.

Water washed away the blood on your skin as you ran the washcloth in long strokes down the length of your arms, feeling the familiar bumps of the old scars on your skin, remnants of battles fought during the Federation war. With each gentle swipe, the washcloth seemed to bring a small sense of peace, washing away the worries of the day that had been gathered in the creases of your skin. Distant images of wounded soldiers filled your head as you moved the cloth in circles; scenes of soldiers laughing and crying out in pain, only to be replaced by images of despair as they struggled with physical and mental anguish until finally, each one faded away. It was a welcomed feeling, washing away the reality of the war, gaining a small sense of respite from the pain and sorrow it had left in its wake.

Stepping from the steam-filled bathroom, you saw his back facing you. Silent and calculated steps moved to stand before your dresser. You watched as Keegan unhooked the straps of the black holster from his thigh, putting the gun next to pair of knives already on the drawer top. He had to be here longer than you initially thought as you noticed his jacket thrown on the unmade bed. 

"You don't have any food in the kitchen," he stated as he turned his head in your direction. The tight fit of his combat shirt outlined the muscular frame and emphasized his broad shoulders; even though he hadn't pulled down his Ghost mask yet, he seemed completely at ease in the current situation. His piercing blue eyes, contrasting highly with the black of the mask and the paint on his face, looked deep into yours, daring to answer.

Holding the towel to your chest, you shrugged, “don’t really spend too much time here anyway.”

“Mmh,” eyes scanning your face, he watched a droplet of water run from your hairline to the swell of your breasts. He could feel the adrenaline from his recent mission still pumping through his veins, senses heightened to the maximum of their capacity; hands shaking, looking for an outlet.

“Wasn’t expecting you to be here today either,” your voice went slowly silent as Keegan’s body neared yours, eyes laced with hunger boring into your skin, heating the flesh without a touch. He didn’t have to talk; if he was here, in your home, you knew what he wanted, what he was looking for. 

You remembered his solemn promise; no strings attached as if signifying he understood that in times like these, when war loomed large beyond the walls in your view, anything more than a fleeting encounter would only bring on trouble and hurt, neither of which either of you were willing to experience by choice. Even as two battle-weary soldiers longing desperately for the comfort of touch, you both understood this without having to say it out loud. It was a sort of reluctant mutual respect, a hidden understanding that neither of you could express aloud.

“Wasn’t meant to be back so soon,” his hips swayed with each step as he walked towards you. The air in your room grew thick with anticipation as you stood there, waiting. His eyes locked with yours, speaking volumes though no words were said. The longing that you both felt was unmistakable, held between you in a suspended moment of time. Your heart raced as he drew near, your mind unable to do anything but focus on the moment, “but that isn’t a problem to you, is it?”

“No,” you shook your head as his fingers nudged your chin.

His eyes flickered between yours. Your hand tightened around the top of your towel, cheeks heating up, mind becoming foggy as all you could see and feel was just him. Your lips parted a bit, trembling ever so slightly as his gaze stayed even and intense on you. Keegan was never big on talking, avoiding small talk, and rather getting straight to the important; his work demeanor mirrored his personal life. 

The blue of his eyes glowed in the soft light that was spilling in through the windows, captivating you with his presence. As the moments passed, you felt the urge to reach out, pull his mask down, and capture his lips with yours. Starved for his attention, you felt your heart racing, anticipating his next move. Unable to move or speak, as if he had placed a spell on you, you felt entranced with his allure. 

The fabric of his gloves scratched your jawline as he moved his hand to the side of your face, leaving a longing sensation on your skin; pulling the mask down around his neck, you noticed a forming bruise surrounding a cut on his cheek. His skin stood in contrast to the dried blood around the cut; it was a sight both beautiful and heartbreaking. You felt something deep within your chest, something that pushed you to take a step closer, chest bumping into his, feeling the hard muscle move underneath the shirt. 

“Keegan, you’re h-”

His lips silenced your worry; hands angling your face to the side to gain better excess as he beckoned you into the doorframe. Trapped between the solid body mass and hardwood, your hands seeked the solace of his body. Towel no longer supported by your grip, you felt the chilling air in the room hit your naked skin. You could almost feel the warmth radiating from his heart to yours, melting away the coldness that had taken over you.

Keegan overwhelmed you with his domineering presence, rendering you obedient and leaving you feeling foolish. His firm hand glided along your spine, the other cradling your chin and guiding you. You were completely under his spell, no longer capable of giving any kind of resistance. His tongue swiped over your teeth. The taste of him and fresh desire mixed on his lips. Keegan’s hand tangled in your hair, pulling you closer as his breathing quickened. The rhythm of his heart thumped against your chest, a perfect beat of togetherness. 

A groan of approval elicited from his throat as you pushed your hips into the bulge in his pants, your naked flesh making contact with the fabric of his fully clothed body. Your hand gripped the back of his neck, pushing his face into yours; the few days old stubble scratching alongside your lips. You could feel the fire within growing hotter, as it had been dormant for too long, waiting for a spark to ignite.

Sneaking your other hand into his shirt, your fingers raked over the thin trail of hair on his abdomen. His breath quickened as your fingers tantalized his bare flesh above his pants line. Pulling away from you, his eyes were wild, intense, and smoldering, daring you to make a move.

“Someone’s a little eager,” his gloved hand gripped the side of your throat, thumb sliding along the front of your neck, feeling the hard tissue hidden underneath the skin. Fingers freezing on the spot as you stared into his gaze for a moment; you pushed against his finger, thumb digging slightly into your larynx as your lips sealed at the flesh just above his shirt’s collar. 

“Want you,” you pleaded, your lips sliding over his exposed neck, “now, Keegan.” As to make your point clearer, you hooked your leg around his waist, heel digging into the back of his thigh to bring him closer; your hands fumbling with his belt for a split second before undoing the zipper of his jeans. Your fingers found their target, wrapping against the burning flesh of his semi-hard cock. 

Keegan could feel himself hardening, his hands coming up to tangle in your hair and force you against him as his mouth crashed onto yours. His hands made short work of the curves of your body as he aimed to make you forget your own name for the night. His tongue lapped hungrily at yours, his breath interrupted with a moan. Letting out a soft chuckle, he kissed away the last of your battles, tracing his hands down your back to rest just above your waist as his heart burned with desire.

“Fuckin’ hell,” his breath hitched as you swiped your thumb across his sensitive slit, earning a feral grunt from the man before you, shooting straight between your legs. Heat radiated from your skin and the scent of arousal hung heavy between the two of you.

Leaning to rest your forehead against his, you inhaled his breath in. His eyes never left yours, pupils dilated with pleasure as you continued palming him, lips occasionally brushing over the edge of his bruise. The sensation of your skin against his drove you further into a state of heightened pleasure and ecstasy. His breath was labored against you as smiled against his lips.

Every touch left you feeling afire, surely draining you of sanity and leaving you feeling stupid with excitement. Keegan’s hands ran up and down your thigh before gripping your jawline in ecstatic bliss, pressing his lips even harder against you; the skin of his cock warm against your sweaty palm.

“On your knees,” he commanded; your knees on the ground without a second thought. His eyes were pools of deep blue, the intensity of his gaze almost enough to weaken your resolve. Taking hold of your chin, he ran his thumb gently along your jaw before drawing you in closer. His lips brushed lightly against your neck, making you quiver in anticipation. He knew exactly what he wanted and as he led you through the motions, you reveled in the pleasure that he provided.

“You gonna be a good girl for me,” he asked, voice low and taunting as his thumb forced your mouth open and slid inside, the fabric of his glove getting wet with your saliva. Laying heavy on your tongue, you wrapped your lips around his digit, sucking it in as he stared into your eyes and you could see the smugness in his face as it twisted into a satisfied grin.

“Thought so,” he said, a hint of pride in his voice.

“Keegan,” his name left your lips in a plea as your eyes flickered to his swollen cock, precum leaking from his tip. With an affirming nod, he twisted your still-wet hair into a ponytail, bringing your head forward. One hand smearing precum onto his crown, you wrapped your fingers around his cock and started stroking him. Keegan’s eyes closed, head tilting to the side as he let you have your fun. 

Placing a kiss on the side of him, your lips followed the bulging vein to the top. Lips sealed around his crown, you swiped your tongue around. With the collection of enough precum mixed with your saliva, you moved back, spit dripping from your parted lips onto his cock before smearing it along his whole size, earning a “That’s right” exhale from the man above you. 

The feeling of accomplishment washed over you as his words sink in. Lips meeting the flesh of his balls, you palmed him at a slow and steady pace with an occasional swipe of your thumb across his slit. Keegan’s body shivered under your touch, eyes fixated on your head before a loud grunt left his lips the moment you looked up, the sight too vulgar; your palm gripping his cock tightly, swollen lips trailing along his underside, eyes wide like a dove and starring straight up at him. 

Soon enough, you replaced your hands with your lips, fitting your mouth over him as you eagerly started to move, lightly sucking him in before taking his length as far as your gag reflex allowed. His scent filled your nostrils; rich and smoky like the lingering smoke from a campfire in the woods after the fire has died down.

A content hum vibrated through your throat as Keegan’s hips bucked into you. Your thighs clenched in a poor attempt to create friction while both of your hands were occupied. The sensation of pleasure coursed through your veins as your tongue swirled around his engorged head, Keegan’s breathing becoming heavier with every passing second. 

“Damn,” he rasped, the word barely audible. Looking up at him, the piercing blue of his eyes was overpowered by the darkness of his lust, as if his desire for you was so strong that it was consuming him whole.

His hips bucked into you once more as his gloved hand sneaked on your jawline, thumb caressing your cheekbone before a simple “stop” left his lips. Releasing him with a pop, one hand firmly holding him around his girth, Keegan brought you back up to connect his lips with yours.

The taste of him still lingered heavily on your tongue as his own tongue swirled over the tip of yours, making your senses spin. Head empty; senses heightened with anticipation. Lips connected in a teeth-clashing kiss, you followed Keagan’s steps. No sense of orientation as he maneuvered you through the room until the lower part of your back hit the blunt edge of your drawer. 

The ghost mask still wrapped around his collar, you helped him take off the sweat-and-dirt-soaked shirt; your hand landed on the hardened muscle mass on his chest, fingers lingering in the coarse hair of his torso. Years of experience left their marks on him; scars creating a map of resilience on the man before you.  

Your arms tightened around his built shoulders, chest rising to meet his as your aching nipples brushed against his skin, the friction sending waves of pleasure radiating through your starved body. He swallowed your soft moan as your body quivered in anticipation of the sensations that were to come.

Keegan's hand lingered on your spine, his touch gentle as he moved it slowly up your body, letting it rest on the back of your neck. He applied a firm pressure, gradually pushing your chest away from his, his hand then slowly gliding over your ribs, the subtle sensation of his thumb brushing against the sensitive nub sending electricity through your body. 

His hands kept exploring your body, an already memorized map of your curves and edges a guide to his movements. Sucking on Keegan’s tongue, a moan left your lips as his finger found its final destination, circling around your pulsating mound before you felt him put his palm flat over your core. Heat rushed to your cheeks; Keegan’s glove becoming soaked with your juices.

Your fingers graced the barely healed cut on his cheek, a hiss exploding from his lips. 

“Sorry,” mumbling against his lips, you withdrew the hand back on the side of his neck, nowhere near the injury, “didn’t mean to-”

Keegan dipped his finger straight into your heat almost knuckle deep, a strangled gasp mixing with a moan left your lips, no longer able to reciprocate his kiss. Vision slowly fading to black, Keegan’s lips moved to the corner of your mouth as you felt his finger advance inside of your depths, the rough material of his glove scratching your walls delightfully. 

“Don’t worry about it,” he husked, his warm breath adding fire to your heated skin. 

His fingers worked with the expertise of a sniper; thumb toying with the sensitive nub, the occasional flick sending jolts of electricity through your center. Mouth parted in a silent scream, a mixture of moans and his name filled the room’s thick air. The intensity was almost too much; yet you welcomed it. You welcomed the feeling of being so lost in the pleasure, unable to do nothing but let Keegan take you to paradise. 

“Gonna cum for me, huh,” his voice was laced with seduction as the rough stubble stung the tender flesh of your cheek, lips lazily brushing over your ear, “be a good girl.” 

Mush; that is what was left of your brain in Keegan’s presence. His words, luscious yet demanding. Fingers curled up in the heat of your center just right, hot breath fanning over your face as his lips traced your jawline. 

You didn’t even register him talking, the “turn around” not meeting your ears as Keegan maneuvered you to do as he said; that’s when you felt the sweaty flesh of his palm - he took off one of his gloves somewhere in the process. Forcing one knee between your legs, he spread you wide. 

Bracing yourself on the drawer, head thrown onto his naked collarbones, you allowed yourself complete submission as the speed of his fingers increased, building up into your nearing climax. His head rested on your shoulder, wet hair soaking the fabric of his mask as his lips brushed against your neck, tongue lapping at the sensitive skin before blowing a cold breeze onto the wet patches.

“Look at you,” his voice echoed in your head, admiration evident in his tone. 

Finally opening your eyes, you met your own gaze in the mirror that was sitting on top of your drawer; lips swollen and bruised, open as sounds of the pleasure Keegan was giving you resonated on the chapped walls of the old room, a faint black paint barely visible on the skin of your cheeks, remained of Keegan’s close proximity as he marked you with his own darkness, eyes blazing with desire, matching Keegan’s own. 

“Watch.” 

Following his arm, you watched as his fingers plunged into your depths, glove glistening with your arousal, paining your swollen lips; the final torch added to the fire within you as your hand shot to hold onto his wrist for dear life. Drowning in pleasure, Keegan’s hand squeezed your breast, fingers toying with your nipple. The room fell still, the smell of you spreading in the air like vapor. Keegan’s eyes, dark and lustful, shone in contrast with the black paint that decorated his face. 

Still riding your high, eyes blissfully oblivious to its surrounding, Keegan got rid of his glove, completely soaked by you; the rustling of his belt, followed by a thug dragged you back into reality. Looking into the mirror, you only saw parts of the man behind you, his figure looming in the shadow of your desire as you watched him pump his own cock, giving it a few tags. 

“Don’t you dare look away,” your hips beckoned into his, feeling the head nudge your abused entrance before his hands took a hold of your waist; positioning you just far enough from the drawer to be able to see more of him.

Bringing your hand to your aching clit, Keegan stopped your actions, “hands on the drawer.” 

Intoxicated with his voice and feeling painfully empty, you couldn’t help yourself. “Keegan, please,” you plead, his knees keeping your legs apart as he continued dipping the head of his cock inside your drenched and dripping walls, parting your lips just enough for him to easily slid inside; something he still hadn’t done. 

His nails scratched your spine as he eased into you, inch by inch, slow and steady, relishing in the sensation of your body expanding to accommodate him. Walls clenching around him as if you wanted to swallow him whole, you closed your eyes at the delightful feeling of your inner walls stretching to their limits. 

“Eyes open,” his voice demanded; your eyes shot open, a moan leaving your lips as you watched him bury himself deep within you, “liking the view?” 

“Mmh,” your brain unable to comprehend a simple response; you felt trapped inside your own desire, eyes unable to move away, completely taken by the sight of Keegan’s cock sinking into you until he finally bottomed out. Seated fully inside your core, you swore you could feel his head pushing against your cervix, the sensation so intense it send shockwaves through your body that had you arching your back against him.

He started moving slowly, both of you drowning in the feel of each other’s bodies; your eyes glued to where you were connected, watching his cock covered in your slick juices as he thrust back inside, angling his hips to hit that hidden spot, listening to your moans increasing in volume as he continued to build up your next climax. 

"Faster," you urged him, desperation rising, the pleasure built inside you as Keegan carried on with his measured thrusts; rocking into you steadily but fully each time. 

Nipping at your neck, eyes meeting yours in the mirror as he mumbled, “as you wish.” A near scream escaped your lips as, without warning, the man got hold of your upper thighs, hands squeezing the soft flesh roughly as he began to thrust into you with abandon; as if he was a man who had been starved of you for far too long. 

His hips moved in a primal rhythm, his breathing becoming more ragged as the intensity of his movements increased. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as you felt the power of his passion surging through him like a raging fire. You could feel his heart pounding against yours, as if it was a part of you, and you clung to him as you both moved together in perfect harmony. 

The room was soon filled with the obscenely loud sound of skin slapping skin, the smell of your joint arousal enveloping you, creating a cloud of lust around both of your bodies; the sound of your wetness greedily sucking Keegan deeper inside you, further intensifying the pleasure that coursed through both of your bodies.

Fighting the urge to close your eyes, you watch Keegan give into his own, his pupils dilating as he moved closer to you, his hand exploring your body as if it were a foreign land, his fingers tracing circles around your clit and sending spikes of pleasure through you. His gaze never once broke from your eyes, and you felt your heart fluttering as you felt the intensity of his gaze. His fingers moved faster, and you could feel yourself trembling as the pleasure intensified, his gaze never wavering as he sent you spiraling.

His name left your lips followed by a plea. 

“Fuck,” he cursed, eyes shutting momentarily as you clenched around him, “y’feel so fuckin’ good…heaven,” he panted, nails digging into your skin. His voice, rough and laced with desire; the feeling of his lips on your shoulder blades, the wet tip of his tongue drawing random lines along the curves of your back. You met his thrusts, hips bucking back, guided by his hand while the other worked on your over-sensitive nub, the feeling of pleasure blended with slight pain from the overstimulation.

“I’m gonna…Keegan,” you felt yourself nearing the edge, his gaze never leaving yours.

You could feel the sweat on his chest as your back met his body. He buried his face into the side of yours, lips kissing your cheek as his eyes stay on you through the mirror. Watching you like a hunter circling his prey; eyes firm and steady with his body betraying that demeanor, thrusts becoming more frantic, his breathing more labored, mouth tightly pressed against you. You felt the pleasure begin to build as you watched the man nearing his own high when he whispers, “cum for me.” 

Feeling the heat rising through your body, you responded to his demand; and found yourself succumbing to the pleasure that had been building up within you. Finally, you let out a cry of pleasure as you felt the orgasmic waves wash over you. 

Keegan continued rocking his hips through your orgasm until you felt him explode, the grunt mixed with a few curses almost too primal as his eyes shut for a moment, bathing in the blissful feeling; while you stand there, his cock shallowly thrusting his seed deep inside you, your eyes watching him in the mirror, burning the sight into your memory, never knowing when will be the last time you’ll see the Ghost at his most vulnerable again. 

“You’re too good to me,” he grumbled, hands enveloping your own on the drawer as he smashed his body against yours. A simple wet kiss appeared between your shoulder blades; a gesture he always did. A silent thank you. Show of gratitude, reassurance of this being a reality, you told yourself. 

“You should,” you breathed out, his cock still seated inside you as you felt him softening; gesturing to his cheek, you said, “the cut’s bleeding again.” 

[01argent]

Stuffing my face between them cheeks right now.

[loganwalkerz]

Angst Rorke x Elias stuff

Elias, who haunts Rorke after everything. Not even death could seperate them. They made their vows that death will never do them part. And it's paid off in a awful way

Elias spirit clings onto Rorke, arms around his shoulder his head resting against Rorkes almost intimately.

It's why Rorke stopped torturing Logan in the first place. It's why he just..let Logan go. He couldn't bare to make Elias spirit anymore upset than he already has.

The longer Elias spirit clings to Rorke the stronger it gets, sharing Rorkes energy. His pain. His anger.

And Rorke just let's him. He doesn't have the heart to stop him

"..I'm sorry..I can't fix you.."

Rorke whispers staring at the mirror where he can see Elias face still. Even when Rorke tries to reach to touch, it feels like Elias is there. He swears he feels his skin.

Rorke is running out of patience to pretend he doesn't care anymore, he's too attatched again. Every time Elias spirit appears and latches onto him, Rorke swears he feels himself leaning into the false warmth.

Even going as far as too beg for Elias spirit to stay longer.

"Just..a few more minutes"

Rorke murmurs but when he gets out of bed the spirit is already gone, leaving Rorke lonely again until it decides to come back. To cling onto him again.

Rorkes become isolated from reality he doesn't even realised he's strayed from the feds path.

He's not realised how far he's lost it as he feels the touches of Elias spirit all over his body, sobbing softly when it disappears realising its showing him what he could've had.

He could've had Elias. He could've settled and grown old together. If hadn't been so weak.

If Rorke had been only a little bit stronger then maybe they could've been spirits together, maybe he would have the real Elias in his arms. But now he's stuck with the spirit.

And he'll do with what he's got. But he wants more. Always more. Always Elias.

[smowyashe]

Angsty angst >:3

(wip zombie apocalypse AU :O)

[schizo-bbgs]

Keegan lineart