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raisinghellionsblog · 11 days ago
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Random fact - I don’t like Keegan's appearance in this level.
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raisinghellionsblog · 30 days ago
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keegan x logan :3 pretty please
I'm not actually a fan of this ship, although not to disappoint the shipping stans I can still write it up for you! Pookie
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✦Heading: Walruss ahh stuff [requested]
✦Type: Headcanons + short drabble down below ✦Pairings: Keegan Russ x Logan Walker ✦Genre/Tone: Their bond is emotionally raw and war-driven ✦Fandom: Call of Duty: GHOSTS
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ᯓ★Headcanonsˎˊ˗:
── .✦��| Keegan sees Logan like a mirror—someone who’s seen the worst and still keeps going, even if it’s quietly destroying him. That kind of resilience is something Keegan both respects and fears. Logan doesn’t try to fix Keegan, but he offers presence. Quiet companionship. The kind you don’t have to ask for.
── .✦⛧| They fight well together, wordlessly. No theatrics, no shouting. Just looks and gestures and flawless, eerie coordination.
── .✦⛧| Keegan becomes hyper-aware when Logan is in danger. It’s one of the few times he’ll break formation—he trusts Logan to watch his back, and he’s terrified of that trust failing.
── .✦⛧| Keegan hates needing anyone, especially someone WAAYYY younger (ifykwim) . But Logan never makes it feel like need. Just... presence. Quiet loyalty. Keegan is emotionally stunted due to trauma and years of service. He doesn't “do” relationships—at least, not in a traditional way. Trust is earned slowly and painfully.
── .✦⛧| Their version of intimacy is survival-based—patching each other up, making sure the other eats, pulling the other out of danger without thinking.
── .✦⛧| After a mission, Logan sometimes gives Keegan a cold drink and says, “You’re still human, remember?” It’s their way of saying don’t disappear into your head again. No sarcasm, no cold distance—just sitting quietly next to the bed.
── .✦⛧| If one of them has a nightmare, the other won’t say anything—they’ll just nudge their cot closer or toss a spare blanket their way.
── .✦⛧| Keegan once tried to push Logan away emotionally—told him to “grow up” or “find someone better.” Logan’s only response was, “Too late for that,” and Keegan didn’t say anything for the rest of the night.
── .✦⛧| Keegan rarely uses Logan’s name. It’s always “kid” or “you,” except for rare moments when he’s afraid—then it slips out. Logan notices, but never comments. Logan never hesitates when Keegan gives an order. Not because he’s blindly loyal, but because Keegan earned his trust.
Also, here's a small yap drabble I wrote below:
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“Not Friends. Not Yet.”
Sometime after a brutal recon mission. Keegan and Logan are forced into the same safehouse after getting separated from the rest of the team.
Keegan sat on the floor, back against the peeling wall of the crumbling safehouse. His rifle leaned beside him, and he was peeling dried blood off his glove with the tip of a knife—silent, deliberate.
Across from him, Logan paced. Not from nerves, Keegan figured, but energy. The kind that couldn’t settle after too many hours of adrenaline and blood.
“You’re going to wear a hole through the floor,” —Keegan muttered.
Logan stopped mid-step, glancing at him. —“You’d rather I sit around doing nothing?”
“I’d rather you shut up,” —Keegan replied flatly, then sighed through his nose. —“We’re not getting extracted for another six hours. Try not to burn out before then.”
Silence hung heavy in the air, only interrupted by the occasional crack of wood or wind sweeping through broken windowpanes. Keegan’s head throbbed behind his temples, but he ignored it—like everything else.
Logan finally dropped down onto the dusty couch near the wall. He didn’t say anything, just leaned forward, elbows on his knees.
Keegan risked a glance.
He hated how much the kid reminded him of himself—too quiet, eyes too old, jaw set like someone who’d stopped believing in happy endings years ago. He hated it because it meant Logan saw too much. The mission, the Federation, the weight of it all—Logan didn’t just carry it, he understood it.
And Keegan wasn’t used to being understood.
“You always this pissed after a mission?” —Logan asked, not looking up.
Keegan’s brow twitched. —“You always this nosy?”
Logan huffed—something between a breath and a laugh. —“Guess we’re both assholes.”
—“Speak for yourself.”
They sat in silence again, but it wasn’t as sharp this time. Something had shifted. Keegan leaned his head back against the wall, staring at the cracked ceiling, letting his eyes slip closed for just a moment.
The couch creaked as Logan shifted. Keegan opened one eye.
“You sleep sitting up?” —Logan asked, and Keegan gave him a dry look.
—“Don’t sleep. Not until I know I’m safe.”
Logan paused. —“You are. I’ll watch.”
Keegan blinked. It wasn’t said with softness or pity. Just fact. Simple as a radio transmission.
He didn’t respond, just let his head fall back again.
Minutes passed. Long, quiet, unremarkable. And yet… something eased inside his chest.
Maybe it wasn’t trust. Not yet. But Keegan didn’t mind the silence when it was Logan who kept it with him.
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raisinghellionsblog · 2 months ago
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"Enough is enough" Ahh hesh
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raisinghellionsblog · 2 months ago
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David "Hesh" Walker
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raisinghellionsblog · 2 months ago
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oh i know a fire extinguisher hates to see hesh's ass...
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raisinghellionsblog · 2 months ago
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pls drop more obsessed Logan & hesh hc's 🙏🙏
Hello my dear, sorry it took me ages to get to this, promise I’m not ignoring y’all’s asks I just have to wait till inspiration strikes lmfao
More obsessed Hesh and Logan hc’s? Say no more. I’m taking these a bit darker so pls heed the warnings, I totally understand if this isn’t someone’s cup of tea. I’m also gonna say since this is the first time I’ve ever really posted darker stuff-even though I think it goes w/o saying-that I don’t condone behavior like this, it’s all fiction. Stalking is obviously wrong and criminal…ykwim. I am not romanticizing it (they r fucked in the head, that’s the theme here, up to ur own interpretation). Just thought I should add <3
TW: obsessive behavior (duh), stalking, delusional thinking (?) not in an actual mentally ill way- Logan is just stupid, general nefarious and toxic behavior, SFW as far as no sexual content
Hesh knows that this is beyond his normal feelings for you, he can feel himself slipping more and more everyday. And he doesn’t know what to do about it.
He wasn’t raised to be the kind of man that acts like this, so immoral and degenerate. The kind that follows someone around base/town, but that’s what he found himself doing. He knew where you resided, so he quickly learned your routine. Your actual job, what you did when you weren’t at home/your barracks, where you spent the most time, and the routes you usually took. Memorized it and filed it away in his head.
Hesh would know it’s not normal, that’s it’s unjustified to slink around after you. To imagine that he’s simply looking out for you instead of fueling his own need. What did he even want out of this? Even if you ever reciprocated his interest in you as a person, you’d surely freak out if you knew he watched you from a distance whenever he could. That he knew so much about you, whether you were aware of his existence or not. He’d never tell you, he knows better. Knows better, yet he can’t help but stand in the shadows and watch the way you act when you think no one’s looking.
You’d infiltrated him. He was a normal guy, a good one, and now his mind was filled with you and only you. You’d even pop into his head on missions, whether you were there or not. He was focused, a good soldier who didn’t let anything get in his way. But when he had a minute to breathe, to stop and think, you still flooded his head.
He constantly wondered what you were doing, when he wasn’t yards away watching you do it, that is. The man found you so perfect, so completely untainted, he felt like he was the holder of a precious jewel. Except he didn’t hold you at all, you weren’t his, and he wasn’t stupid enough to believe you were. He just wished it so.
He couldn’t talk to anyone about it, and if you were ever brought up by anyone else, he’d go silent. Logan could tell, though. He could tell his brother had some kind of feelings for you, but he wasn’t aware of the true extent of Hesh’s behavior, no.
Hesh was too stealthy. Too good of a liar. So if he had to lie, even to himself and those he trusts the most, he would. It was all worth it, so long as he could live another day to see your precious face.
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Logan, on the other hand, isn’t as reasonable about the apple of his eye. He was too lost in the obsession with you that to him, it was justifiable. Unlike Hesh, he’d be unaware that he really had a problem.
You were a necessity, in Logan’s head. Whether you worked on base, alongside the team, or if you’re just another civilian, he needed to see you. He figured the way he watched you, followed after you, wasn’t necessarily harmful. Whether you really needed it or not, he was just helping to protect you, in his mind.
He’d get closer than Hesh would though. He’d let you see him from time to time, just enough to make you aware of his existence. Whether you remember him or not, take stock of him or not, doesn’t matter. To him, he’s just silently presenting himself to you. For the taking.
He’d daydream about you when he had the time, when he wasn’t working or watching you from afar. If you know of him, he often wonders if you think of him as much as he does you. If he was stuck in your head like a leech, too. It was wishful thinking of course, but Logan didn’t seem to realize just how deep his feelings went.
To him, he wasn’t doing anything wrong by following you around. He didn’t wonder what anyone would think if they knew, Hesh, Elias, the team. Because in his mind, this wasn’t a real problem. He’d never hurt you, no, he’s definitely not that kind of guy. He was interested, and it wasn’t wrong so long as he didn’t infringe on you in any way, right?
Not that he’d ever tell anybody, of course. He knew they would have a problem with it, that they’d think him immoral for this. So he dodged Hesh’s questions, and stayed as silent as he always did. He was stealthy too, of course. You’d never see any more of him than he presented to you. Just enough, enough to plant the seed in your head, perhaps? That he’s merely there, if you ever care.
Like Hesh though, he also wouldn’t make a move. Not because he knew his behavior was wrong, but because he’d simply let you come to him if you ever wanted to, if you even knew he existed. It killed him to not have more of you, but at the same time, he was aware he may not be able to handle more. What would he do with pure perfection in his presence, his hands? You’d consume him mind, body, and soul. He settled for what he could get.
He could live with you never requiting his desires, with however much you did or didn’t notice him.
But he couldn’t live without you
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raisinghellionsblog · 2 months ago
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feed us more yandere walker boys pleaseeee 🙏🙏
;D
more yandere!walker hcs!1! ⌕﹒Hesh + Logan + Elias Walker
Hesh
He's a mangling unrecognizable man as time passes
He'll be ripping and slashing through the necks of innumerable people as his paranoia only grows but he's gentle with you
Cradling your head in his bloody stained hands, caressing your hair and smiling softly as his eyes slowly return to normal, his thoughts filled with endless thoughts
It's as if these soft affections wash away whatever guilt there was because he no longer feels it
It's scary to watch but you know he'll never hurt you, never lay a harsh hand upon you, if anything he fears a bad reaction from you more than anything
He's come so far for you to never leave him
Logan
Maybe he's been driven to the border with his own delusions
He's never been much to take initiative in anything, usually just follows what he's told
So it's only reasonable that the poor guy deludes himself into thinking you've been leading him, he's only following the cues you've given him
He'll show you the illusions he devours so fiercely, the last thing he sees is you always, he doesn't mind dying or committing reckless acts
Forget those scars of near death experiences he's had, if only you're there to heal them he could care less
Elias
Another night and you'll be just like him, you've simply stuck so well with him it's practically impossible to imagine being anywhere or with anyone else
To him it's just another knife in his hands when dealing with unwanted intruders but it's not for the money nor the thrill, it's just to keep you safe
When you close your eyes, sleeping peacefully at night he thinks it's all worth it
You'll laugh and love again when you wake up, gazing softly into his eyes and he lives for it
There is no escape to this dark room you've grown accustomed to
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raisinghellionsblog · 2 months ago
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hii! i saw your recent story about logan walker and am like on a logan rampage rn lol, do you think you can write something where reader is captured with logan (they are in a relationship) and basically while they are in there reader is in worse condition than him and he protects her the whole time, and they eventually get rescued together? Love your writing and if this isnt possible thats totally fine no worries
I am also on a Logan Rampage, he's so underrated! Well, you know what they say, "If you want something done you got to do it yourself!"
Logan Walker x Reader
Tw- Near death experience, torture, canon typical violence, Drugging, Angst, Coming to terms with one's own mortality, previously established relationship, slightly inaccurate medical knowledge.
Word Count- 2k
Summary- It would take a miracle to get out of this alive.
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[Call Sign- Weaver]
The cell door slides open, the horrible screeching of the hinges warning you of the pain and ridicule to come. You stayed curled up on the cold concrete floor as Rorke’s boots appeared in your blurred vision. 
How long have you been in this cell? How long had it been since he dragged you and Logan from that beach? You had lost count after the first week, too focused on not letting the man break you. 
Rough hands grab under your shoulders, you knew what was about to happen and if you had the energy you would have cried. Frustration clipped at the edges of the deep bone tiredness you felt now. Day after day Rorke tortured you and Logan, trying to break you until you were nothing. Both of you had fought in the beginning, not willing to go down without a fight. But Rorke is very good at what he does. He tried to use you two against each other once he found out you were together. Beating on one of you while the other was being held back, helpless to do anything. Drugging you with hallucinogens and leaving you writhing on the ground trapped in your mind. 
A calloused hand gripped harshly under your chin, forcing you to look at the monster standing in front of you. Rorke tilted your head back and forth, a mocking sneer as he let go of your face. “Not dead yet?” he asks in an almost giddy tone. Like this was the funniest thing he has ever seen. 
The deep red scratch marks across his face and down his throat had scabbed over since the last time he had taunted Logan with you as the bait. Rorke had been stupid enough to believe Logan had no strength left and didn’t bother tying him down to the chair as the “Ghost Killer” burned the hot end of a cigar into your skin.
The searing heat of the cigar had you weakly flinching as Rorke pressed it into your skin. “You know,” the man started, gesturing at Logan who sat slumped in a chair across from you, “These are nice cigars. You want one?” He offers the cigar to Logan. Your lover gives no reaction to Rorke’s offer, instead staring straight ahead at you. His gaze was unyielding but not all there. 
Rorke laughs, turning back to face you. “How rude.” He slams the cigar into your collarbone, causing you to jerk violently in your chair, a pained high pitched whine from your throat. That sound was a trigger, Logan launching himself from his chair and slamming his weight onto Rorke, wrapping his hands around the man's throat. 
It didn’t take much for Rorke to push Logan off of him, but not before Logan dragged his hand down Rorke’s cheek and throat. Angry red lines forming as blood blooms out of them.
The lack of answer from you doesn’t seem to bother him as he nods at the guards holding you upright. They start walking, dragging your body along with them down the hall. You know where they are taking you, having memorized every step of this walk to the other end of the cell block. To the one that Logan was being held in. Barely conscious as the door opens and you’re tossed forward onto the ground like a doll discarded by a child throwing a tantrum. 
Letting out a pained groan as your body collides with the ground, the bleeding wounds on your abdomen catching fire with the movement. Infection was surely in your veins. The door slams shut with a loud bang and the sound of keys jingling as the door is locked. Rorke chuckles, “It’s only fair you get to watch her die. Enjoy the last moments together, lovebirds.” Then his footsteps are walking away.
There is more movement in the cell, then Logan’s hands are on you, pulling you weakly against his own body. With a solid thud Logan falls back against the wall with you now laying half in his lap. His breaths are short and rapid. Slowly he brings his hand up to your head, cradling you like a lifeline. 
Rorke was right. You didn’t have much time left and your body knew. It would take a miracle for you to survive this. Against everything you had been taught or had thought, all hope of a rescue had been squished. A small part in your broken body pangs with dull pain at the thought. You had held out hope that the Ghosts would rescue you from this cold hell. But who were you fooling? The last sight you had seen before waking up here had been Hesh, lying against a rock. His blood spilling onto the sand as you and Logan were dragged away.
The Federation now in shambles would leave your teammates with bigger problems. So now you were dying but at least Logan was here. It is cruel but you wouldn’t mind if he was the last thing you saw in this life.
Death was a concept you had come to terms with nearly ten years prior. Life had been ripped out from under your feet. You knew even then as you enlisted that you would die on the killing field. And that had been perfectly fine in your eyes, your life would have meaning in this apocalyptic war. The prospect of your own demise was simply a fact in your mind. That was until Logan had literally fallen into your life. 
The small cliff provided minimum shelter from the unforgiving rays of the sun. Pulling a cigarette from its pack you sigh. Outside the wall patrol was almost always boring. Sometimes broken up by the occasional person/s seeking shelter inside the wall or scavengers. As you looked down to light the cigarette in your hand a loud thump and startled cry from a man falling off the cliff you sat under. Your gun in your hands and pointed upright in a second. Recognition of the same uniform you wore is what had you lowering the gun slightly.
The man looked up at you, he was young and looked embarrassed. As you were going to ask if he was alright a dog's bark comes from above you. Said dog jumps down next to the man and sniffs at him before turning, a low growl from the creature. 
You watch the dog as you ask if he was alright. The man sits up, the patch on the front of his armor read “Walker”. You recognized the name right away. This must be one of Elias Walker’s boys. 
“Logan!” Another man’s voice rings out. You lower your gun and step forward, extending your hand to help Logan up onto his feet. His grip is solid against your own as he stands up. Once you were sure he wasn’t going to fall over you let go and turned your head to call out “He’s down here.”
Another man appears on the cliff but this one wastes no time jumping down. This one was taller than Logan but sported the same last name. This one must be “Hesh” the eldest Walker brother. He still had on a beanie despite the heat. 
You watch as Hesh checks on Logan, fussing around with his armor. Logan smacked Hesh’s arm and started moving his hands. Sign Language? Hesh finally looks at you and a wide grin forms on his face. He steps forward and laughs, “Sorry about that. I’m Hesh and that clumsy one is Logan.”
You look at them, amused, “Weaver.” 
It had been history after that and somehow you wound up falling for the youngest Walker brother. You both clicked and your knowledge of basic sign language had made him more inclined to talk to you. And when Elias felt the need to bring his sons onto the team of Ghosts, he dragged you along. Maybe you would see him when you crossed into the afterlife. 
Logan’s head rested on the top of yours. His heartbeat lulls you into a calmer state. Everything in you screamed to stay awake but your eyelids felt like they were made of stone.
The loud pops of a gun being fired jerk you from your hazed state. Looking up just in time to see the guards outside the cell door collapse like ragdolls. Blood splattered on the wall and ground next to them. Logan curls around you, blocking your body with his. 
A few more shots fire and then there's the sound of boots hitting the ground running. “Logan! Weaver!” The names make both of you go rigid. Turning your head to look at the door reveals the tall frame of Hesh.
His eyes are frantic as he takes in the sight of you two. The sound of keys and the door being unlocked. The door slams open as Hesh barrels into the cell. Hurriedly he reaches up and calls into his radio, “I’ve got them, B block!” Hesh shoulders his rifle and reaches out, his hand cradling Logan's face. Logan looks like he’s in shock but he finds the strength to shove you into Hesh. 
Another pair of footsteps come bounding down the hallway as Hesh hurriedly looks for the source of your blood, which is seeping into his clothes. They stop in front of the cell, a flurry of curses only Keegan was capable of spoken into the air. Keegan looms over you and the Walker brothers. 
It is then that you are gently taken out of Hesh’s hold, now held against Keegan’s chest. In the corner of your eye Hesh is pulling Logan onto his back and standing. Keegan’s arms are steady as he carries you out of the cell. Logan is slumped over unconscious on Hesh’s back as he walks in front of you, pistol drawn. 
The hike through the compound and to the evac is not easy. Federation stragglers ran everywhere. Several times despite your body’s protests, does Keegan have to sit you down to return fire. Despite the torment that is being moved and jostled around you manage to stay awake until the team reaches the trucks. Haphazardly being placed in the backseat of a truck, it is there that sleep finds you. The rock of the trucks through rough terrain is enough to lull you into a merciful unconsciousness.
The steady beeping of the vitals monitor draws you from your sleep. A week of medically induced comas, surgeries, and constant monitoring had flown by. The infection is well on its way out of your system. Well, on its way out of both of your systems. Logan hadn’t been much better than you but he was lucky (unlucky?) enough to not have needed to be put into sleep. 
His own hospital bed sat only a foot away from yours on the left. His face was a picture of calm as he slept. It was late but sleep evades you. Skin still feels raw from the antibacterial soaps they used to keep the outer infections at bay. 
The window across from you had its curtains drawn back. A steady rain that should have been comforting droning on against the glass. Instead the storm only served as a baying hound, the noise loud. Thunder and the occasional lightning to keep you company.
You both had plenty of visitors as soon as the doctors had deemed you stable enough to have them. Hesh was the first, later Keegan and Merrick would tell you that he had been waiting outside the door for the all clear. Then it was your old squad and eventually your civilian friends. But it was after hours now, Hesh having gone because he had been assigned the night watch.
Looking back over at Logan you feel your heart ache. You want nothing more than to crawl next to him, to feel his warmth. But you can’t, the copious amount of IV’s and monitors stuck to the both of you prevented much. Settling for reaching across the gap and resting your hand over his.
So you sit and you watch the rise and fall of his chest, and you breathe a sigh of relief. Things would get better. Rorke is now dead for good thanks to Hesh’s bullets. The federation is scrambled in the mud. 
Things will be alright.
[Hope you enjoyed! Find the rest of my call of duty works HERE! Let me know what you think!]
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raisinghellionsblog · 2 months ago
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please drop a yandere hesh x reader !!!
sorry for the wait but baby you're getting the trinity; the father and the sons ;)
I said "do you think you'll kill for me one day?"
(Yes, of course I will, my darling)
― yandere!cod men x reader pt. 2 ― ⌕﹒Hesh + Logan + Elias Walker (suggestive?)
༢ུ Hesh has always been protective, never wanting you to hesitate when falling into his arms. He's been wanting you to slowly intertwine with him, starting out with what seems simple to the one who ignores subtle details. He swears he looses his mind when you loose the nickname and let his name slip from your lips. You're slowly carving him as you move with him, he swears your hips do things to him. The sensation of colliding into him is like a cyanide he wants no one else to indulge in, because it surely keeps him high. Pierce his heart with whatever spear you want, he would do whatever to keep your etched deep into his chest, carve yourself a home within him. He's already done it to your body in a much loving way than others.
༢ུ Logan, the man to reach into your chest and pull your heart out only for him to admire. He'll hold you over his body, balancing your heaving body as you're out of breath, just for him to admire what he's done to you. As his eyes trail your body, sure there's passion but oh so soft and aphrodisiacal. Don't deny him anything of yours, he's drinking you all in, he's consuming you with devotion. Love is a word with such a broad definition and interpretation that is never clear, so he'll portray it his way. And when he leans in, your heart sways this way and that, making you stay in this state of constant haze that just interprets all his actions as affectionate, his charm as alluring as the moon's light. You think they're translucent and showing of every honest emotion, but you don't know the coldness they show when those who cross his field of vision when gazing at you are at the power of his hands.
༢ུ Elias makes it very clear, and there's no excusing his actions. He just never knows when he crosses the line, why would you ever want to place boundaries? There's no "love", one doesn't love gently nor with soft caresses, it's raw, it's ugly and filthy and you hate the aftertaste. The phantom feeling of his hand on your neck is palpable, as if always there, it's so strong he's almost demanding with your love, but you feel as if deep down he looks at you with clouded, flaming eyes. What you don't know is the hand that feels your throat could be tighter, but even in violence there is a certain gentleness, almost a mercy he grants to you that he doesn't show to all the other poor victims of his. You could never leave him, you wouldn't want to be alone and in the dark when you could be safe in his bed, burrowing your head in his chest as he reminds you what you wouldn't ever experience with any other person no matter how winded it leaves you afterwards, it's tantalizing. He breathes in every shaky breath that leaves your lips as his impatient hands palm every part of you. He knows just where to prod and push, leaving you feeling hot to the touch, so much that when in the presence of others, just his eyes following you makes you cross your legs and sharply inhaling.
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raisinghellionsblog · 2 months ago
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Missionary with your man... You caressing his cheek with his hands on either side of you holding him up as he pounds into you <3
Keegan P. Russ, David "Hesh" Walker, Logan Walker, Alex "Ajax" Johnson, Simon "Ghost" Riley, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Sebastian Krueger, Nikto, Nikodim "Rodion" Egorov
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raisinghellionsblog · 2 months ago
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The Best Mentor
Synopsis: Keegan teaches Logan how to fuck the reader.
Tags/warnings: MDNI, gn!reader, gender neutral anatomy, poly relationship, pre-established poly relationship, pre-established consent, use of condom, praise (m receiving), consensual exhibition?, Threesome, age gaps (reader is 21+, Logan's canon age (25/26), Keegan's canon age (38)), Logan gets called "Kid", spanking once (m receiving), nipple play (m receiving), impact play??? (Thigh slapping, reader receiving), mentions of aftercare.
A/n:...holy shit. Also, this is based off of this post of mine.
Tags: @milkteaarttime
Divider by (@/saradika-graphics)!
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You're lying on your back while your lover, Logan, is inside you, and he has your two's other lover, Keegan, right behind him, back pressed up to his chest and stomach, Keegan's face is resting on his shoulder.
"You gotta take it slow in the beginning, alright? C'mon, move your hips.", Keegan spanks him from behind, causing Logan to lose his breath for a moment and start moving his hips again, they've both prepared you quiet well for this, so it doesn't hurt, rather it's all...smooth.
As Logan slowly moves his hips, Keegan kisses his neck, "That's my good boy...pull one of their legs over your shoulder, it'll make 'em feel really good.". Logan's mouth opens a little, small breaths leaving it as he nods and pulls your leg over his shoulder. You let out a moan and close your eyes, he feels deeper now, "It feels good, it feels so good...", they both smile at you, that's exactly what Keegan wanted, communication between the three of you, so you all know what to do and what not to do.
He turns his head to whisper in Logan's ear, "You're such a good boy, making them feel so good...you can go a little faster,", he turns to look at you, "Right R/N?", and to both of their delight, you nod your head frantically and moan, "yes! Yes! Please! Please Logan!", you take one of his hands in yours, intertwining your fingers with his as he starts moving faster, his cock filling you up just the way you wanted, his grunts making both you and Keegan hungrier for him.
As Logan fucks you, Keegan turns his head and kisses him, then moves his hands from holding his hips, up to his chest, fingers slowly running over his nipples as Logan's breath hitches, his hips move faster, "Fuck...I'm gonna cum, shit...", he breathes heavily, his legs shake a bit as he gets closer. "Gonna make R/N cum before you do, kid?", Keegan chuckles a little, fingers now pinching Logan's nipples as he nods feverishly. He gulps, "Gonna make them cum before I do...".
As pleasure overtakes you, you moan and sink your head deeper into the pillow it's resting on, you feel close, so close...you just need that little push..."I-I'm so close!", Keegan moves to the side on the bed now, getting a better view of the two of you, and he starts lightly slapping your thighs...so, so close to your crotch, it doesn't hurt, but it's enough to have you hold onto Logan AND Keegan's hand as you cum and moan, legs shaking over Logan's shoulder and around his hip.
Logan, on the other hand, still didn't manage to cum, so he pulled out, laying his hard cock on top of your crotch as he tried to catch his breath, pulling your leg off of his shoulder and lowering it on the bed now. But he's not done and you three know it, that's why Keegan takes his condom-wrapped cock in his free hand and starts jerking him off, hand squeezing at the base as he goes up, quickly making him groan and cum hard. As he lets go of him, he kisses his forehead, and you can feel both of their fingers tighten around yours, "Fast learner, huh kid?", they both chuckle.
At this point, you finally caught your breath, and you're finally able to speak, "God...I love you two so much, so fucking much...", your eyes soften as you see the sight in front of you, the two men who consider each person in this relationship their home, one way or another. Keegan gave the both of you aftercare, and you three had dinner afterwards.
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raisinghellionsblog · 2 months ago
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Logan Walker - movie night •NSFW•
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"hey hunny, how are you?"
he smiled as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, embracing you warmly against his chest.
"i'm feeling much better now that i'm home with you."
he buried his face into your neck, inhaling your scent as if trying to memorize it again.
"perfect!, i made us some hot chocolates, and i bought some marshmellows to dip in." you said.
logan let out a soft laugh, amused by your thoughtfulness. "that sounds perfect. i could definetly use something warm and sweet right now." he pulled back from the embrace, his arms still around your waist, as he met your gaze with a weary smile.
"lead the way," he gestures.
"there you go," you smiled, as you handed him the mug, steam still visible. "did anything special happend at work today?" you asked, blowing your own hot chocolate before taking a small sip.
logan let out a sigh as he took a seat at the table and accepted the hot chocolate. "thank you," he says as he wrapped his hands around the mug, letting the heat from the drink warm his hands.
"nothing special," he responded, taking a sip. "just the usual; drills, reviewing missions, and being yelled at by superiors."
"i see, and i still don't understand how you keep up with all of that," you replied.
logan shrugged as he set the mug down, his smile still on his face. "i guess i'm just used to it. it's like second nature to me at this point." he took your hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze, "besides, it makes coming home to you even sweeter."
you blushed at his words, "stop it, you always make me blush with these kind of comments."
he chuckled at your shyness, his smile turning cheeky. "i can't help it. you're just too adorable when you blush."
he leaned in a little closer, his tone dropping to a low, teasing tone. "besides, i love seeing that pink color on your cheeks, it's cute and hot at the same time."
you couldn't help but blush even more, "well thank you hun," you said shyly, "here are some marshmallows," you said trying to change the subject. logan knew you always try to avoid these type of conversations, you didn't like to be shy.
you handed logan a few marshmallows. logan grinned as he took the marshmallows and popped them into his mouth, savoring the sweetness.
"mmm, delicious. just like you." he winked at you with a sly smile, clearly enjoying teasing you.
"i see where this is going," you said "but before we get to that point, i really wanted to have a movie night with you.." you pleaded.
logan raised an eyebrow, a smirk still on his face. "oh, are you trying to get all cutesy with me no? okay then, i can get behind a movie night." he leaned back in his chair, still holding your hand, his tumb tracing over your knuckles. "what movie do you have in mind?"
"okay, so well.. i know you hate rom-coms, but you once promised me, like decades ago, that you would watch one with me, is today finally my lucky day..?" you asked, putting on your best smile.
logan sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes jokingly. "oh, so you're bringing up that old promise, huh? i was hoping you'd forget about it." he replied, you tried to look offended by his words.
he pretended to think for a moment before chuckling and giving in.
"well, i guess i can't back out now. sure, we can watch a sappy rom-com tonight. but you owe me, big time."
"hold on there mister, you promised me. i don't owe you anything, you still owe me this smartass."
logan held up his free hand in surrender, a smirk still on his face. "okay, okay, fine. you're right. i promised, and i'll keep my word, but just so you know.." he leaned in closer, his tone lowering to a soft, teasing whisper. "i'll hold you to that 'owe you' part later tonight. you know how much i like to collect my debts."
you blushed again, god this man. but you had to keep strong, "i don't think you deserve it." you said sternly, "first you need to watch the whole movie without closing an eye, maybe i will consider it then.."
logan huffed dramatically, but he was clearly enjoying your playful banter. "oh, is that all huh? just keeping my eyes open for the entire thing and you'll 'maybe'consider rewarding me later? you drive a hard bargain babe."
he crossed his arms over his chest and faked a pout, "but fine, i'll do it. but only because i love you. and i know you'll make it worthwhile for me in return." he smirked.
"well, if that's too easy. i will also question you about the movie, and every answer has to be correct." you pointed.
logan's eyes flared with playful determination. "alright, you sneaky little minx. you're on." he replied.
he leaned back in his chair, his arms still crossed as a cocky smile formed on his lips.
"hit me with your best shot. i'll memorize every line, every scene, and even the names of the side characters. you won't stump me, i assure you."
"well we'll see about that," you said. "and now chop, chop. drink your hot chocolate and get into something comfortable, i can't wait to start the movie." you grinned.
logan rolles his eyes jokingly and grinned, "yes, ma'am."
he took a final sip of the hot cocoa, finishing it, before standing up and stretching his arms above his head, graoning in content.
"alright, i'll go change into something more comfortable. but no peeking while i change. i don't want to give you a show for free."
he winked jokingly before heading towards the bedroom, leaving you to prepare for the movie night. a few moments later, he emerged from the bedroom in a pair of sweatpants and a loose t-shirt, his hair still slightly messy from the change.
"i'm all changed and ready to suffer through watching a rom-com.let the torture begin." he said.
you poked him in his upper arm, "such a funny guy you are, here.." you gave him a lighter, "can you light up some candles please? i grab the blankets."
logan nodded, stepping over to the coffee table to light up some scented candles and create a cozy atmosphere.
"how romantic," he whispers to himself.
once the candles were lit, he looked over at you, hands on his hips. "now all that's missing are the blankets, which it appears you're already taken care of."
"yep, no movie night without blankets." you smiled, dropping the blankets on the couch.
"agreed," he replied. logan moved over towards the couch, taking a seat and pulling the corner of the nearest blanket over him, waiting for you to join him. he patted the spot beside him, indicating for you to sit next to him. "come on babe, get over here. i want some cuddles while i suffer through this."
"fine, but dont get used to this treatment, you also promised me to watch a horror movie someday, don't expect cuddles when we do, i like to see you scared," you said teasingly.
logan chuckled as he made room for you on the couch, pulling you in close as you sat down. he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pulling you against his side.
"oh don't worry. i won't forget about that. and trust me, there will be no cuddles during a horror movie, i'll make sure of that." he pressed a light kiss to your forehead. "but right now, you're all mine and i intend to enjoy every second of it."
"okay, noted. if you're ready you can press play." you gave him a small kiss on his cheek. logan reached out with one hand towards the remote, grabbing it up and pointing at the tv. he hit the play button, starting the movie. "as you wish, my darling." he settled back, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer again.
the opening scenes op the movie played, and it was evident that logan was already cringing a little. he rolled his eyes and huffed softly. "i can't believe i'm doing this.." he muttered, but squeezed you tighter against his side, as if needing your support to get through the night.
as the movie continued, the plot thickens and the cheesy dialogue started. logan couldn't help but grimace every now and then.
"is it me, or do all of these movies use the same old tropes?" he whispered
he rolled his eyes at some overly dramatic scene.
despite his apparent distaste for the movie, he remained dedicated to watching it without closing his eyes. he glances over at you, his expression a mix of mild disgust and begrudging amusement.
the film progressed further. the main characters were obviously falling in love, bit in a very cliché and sappy way. logan groanded softly,
"how many more scenes will they spend exchanging puppy eyes? it's nauseating."
as the plot intensified, so did the romance. the main characters finally confessed their feelings for each other, complete with  overly affectionate scenes and exaggerated declarations of love. logan let out an exaggerated gagging sound.
"seriously? do they have to be so mushy and cheesy about it?
you couldn't help but let out a small laugh every time he makes a comment about something that disturbes him.
he leaned his head back on the couch, eyes still on the screen. despite his protest, he wasn't looking away or closing his eyes. "can we fast forward to the end yet? i don't think i can handle any more of this sappiness."
the movie continued to drone on. the characters were now experiencing relationship problems, causing logan to roll his eyes once again.
"oh great, now they're having relationship issues. this isn't a movie, it's a public service announcement about how to NOT communicate in a relationship. they're supposed to be in love, not arguing over petty crap."
he huffed and held you tighter, using you as a prop to get through this. "this is the kind of unrealistic bullshit that makes me hate these movies. real relationships don't work like this."
you laughed, "i bet there are."
logan raised an eyebrow at your laughter. "what's so funny babe?" he asked, leaning in a little closer, his curiosity peaked.
"just thinking.. you claim that these movies are 'unrealistic bullshit' but i bet somewhere out there, there are couples who practically act like this in real life. all sappy, mushy, cheesy and affectionate." you explained.
logan's expression was one of slight disbelieve mixed with amusement. he let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head at your comment. you playfully poked his side, still smiling.
"oh come on, don't be so stubborn. just admit it. there must be at least one couple out there who loves being hopelessly romantic and cheesy all the time." you said.
logan scoffs jokingly, "fine, maybe there's one or two hopeless romantic couples out there. but people don't have time to be all lovey-dovey and sweet every single day, it's not realistic." he argumemted.
"okay, i'll give you that." you replied.
"but smartass, congratulations, you survived the torture!" you nudged him in his side the credits playing on the tv screen.
logan laughed lightly, feigning exhaustion as he dramatically leaned back against the couch. "barely, that was a test of endurance, i'll tell you that. i feel like i spent the past hours fending off romantic nonsense and gagging at overly dramatic declarations of love."
he shot a playful smirk. "but in the end, i survived. so what's my reward for sitting through that movie without puking or closing my eyes?"
you looked at the ceiling, thinking.. "hmm, well because i dragged you through so much torture, you can decide what your reward will be hun,"
logan's expression turned decidedly cheeky as you offered him the choice of his reward. "well, that's dangerous territory babe. i could ask for anything now, couldn't i?" he pretended to think for a moment before a sly smile curled at the corner of his lips.
"since i was such a good sport watching that sappy garbage, i think i deserve a pretty damn good reward.."he moved closer to you, his voice lowering as he continued, "and lucky for you, i know exactly what i want.."
his hands snaked around your waist, pulling you even closer against him. he looked at you with a smoldering gaze, his eyes darkened with desire. "i don't think i want to wait any longer. i want my reward..now."
he leaned in, his breath hot against your ear. "and don't worry, i plan on collecting every last bit of my 'debt' babe. you'll be thanking me gefore the night is over.."
your cheeks turned into a bright shade of pink, the look in logan's eyes telling you exactly what he wants, what he needs.
in one swift motion, he scooped you up in his arms and stood up from the couch. he held you against his chest, his strong arms easily supporting your weight. "let's take this to the bedroom, where i can properly claim my prize, huh?"
with a firm grip, he carried you into the bedroom, his steps puposeful and steady. once inside, he kicked the door shut behind him and gently set you down on the bed. he stood before the bed for a moment, locking his gaze onto yours, his eyes filled with burning desire.
he stripped of his t-shirt, tossing it aside, revealing his toned, muscular torso. he moved closer, crawling onto the bed, his hands roaming over your body with a possessive grip. "you have no idea how long i've been waiting for this.."
he pushed you onto your bavk, pinning you beneath him on the mattress. his body hovered over yours, his arms on either side of your head, trapping you in place.
"all night, i've been thinking about this babe, how you'd feel under me, wrapped in my arms. how you'd lok in the moonlight, flushed and breathless.."
you bit your bottom lip, the sight of logan doing things with your body. goosebumps covered your soft skin, as you locked your eyes with logan's.
he leaned down and planted a trail of hot open-mouthed kisses along your neck, his lips moving upwards towards your jawline. he nipped at your skin, biting down slightly before soothing the mark with his tongue.
"god, you drive me insane, you know that..seeing you in that cute little movie night outfit. it's been torture pretending to focus on this shitty movie and not just jumping your bones right there on the couch.."
"i picked it out on purpose," you said biting your lip.. "i know you like seeing me in it.."
a guttural growl rumbles in his throat as your words only fueled his desire. "i could tell. i think you love driving me crazy, don't you?" you hummed in response, your eyes giving him a needy look.
his lips moved back up to your ear, his teeth nipping at your earlobe before his warm breath sent shivers through your body.
"i can't take it anymore, i need to taste you, feel you, have you completely right now.." he breathed.
"i'm all yours for tonight baby.." you whispered seductively in his ear.
his eyes darkened with pure lust as you voiced your surrender. his hands began to wander, moving over your body, slipping under the hem of your shirt and slowly hiking it up, revealing more of your skin.
"i want to memorize every inch of you, taste every curve and contour. i want to make you scream my name until you can't form words anymore.."
his hand moved to the edges of your shirt and began to slowly pull it upwards. he tugged gently, slowly peeling the fabric up and over your head, revealing your bare torso to him.
he let out a low, hungry grunt at the sight of you in your underwear. you wiggled, positioning yourself so you meet his face above yours. feeling his hard throbbing cock through his sweatpants as you moved.
he ran his hands over your thighs, hooking his fingers around the hem of your panties and began to slowly pull them down, exposing your already soaked pussy.
he couldn't help but let his hand slide to your pussy. "fucking hell y/n.. so wet for me aren't you.." you hummed in response, flinching when his hand slowly began moving up and down. teasing you with his fingers, almost entering you, something you wanted so badly.
"please..i need you logan.." you begged.
something in logan switched, immediate. he's looking at you like you are his prey, eyes dark and focussed on one thing only, you. "you don't need to tell me twice darling.." logan smirked, he licked his fingers before he strokes them over your pussy, slowly entering the first one. a loud moan escapes your mouth at the feeling. his thick finger moving in a swift motion.
you couldn't help but moan, looking at him enjoying every second of seeing you being satisfied. your eyes started to focus on a wet spot on his sweatpants, you moaned at the sight. his cock is throbbing so badly that it leaks through his sweatpants.
logan notices, "come on baby, pull it down. i know you want it.." he smirked. you pulled his pants down, his cock jumping up at it's release, precum clearly visible. your hand reached out, grabbing his big cock.
the moment you felt the sticky precum on your hands logan entered a second finger inside your wet pussy. you jumped, squeezing his cock by the sudden feeling. logan moaned, "holy fuck.. go on sweetheart.." you bit your bottom lip, moving your hand, trying to mimic logan's pace.
the room was filled with loud moans and the sound of your wet pussy.
"how does that feel huh? are you enjoying yourself baby?" he said inbetween his own moans. "feels.. so.. good.." you moaned. logan looked at you, trying to look unsatisfied, "just good? i can't give my girl something that is just good, now do i.." he had a develish grin on his face. a look you haven't seen before.
he moved back, his fingeres leaving your warm wet pussy. you had to adjust to the sudden empty feeling. "your in for a perfect time baby.." he said, with a low seductive voice.
he picked up your perfectly nakes body like it was nothing, and laid you on your stomach. he tapped your ass, "move that pretty ass up for me.. will ya?" you obeyed him. you put up your pretty ass just the way he wants.
his hands roamed over your exposed ass, a low groal in his throath, "so.." smack "fucking.." smack "perfect.." smack. you moaned after each word, enjoying it at its purest.
you wiggled your ass, logan noticing.. "please.. i need you, now." you whined. logan laughed, smacking your ass one more time. he grabbed his thick cock, and moved it up and down over your wet folds. the room filled with the sound of your wetness.
he moved faster, seeing how needy you are as you kept pushing your ass against him, hoping it would slide in perfectly. "so impatient.." he moaned.
he grabbed your hair in a ponytail and pulled you towards him, your body now in a perfect arch. you moaned as his other hand cupped your breast. his fingers slowly moving over your overly sensitive nipple.
"fuck.. logan.." you moaned. logan planted sloppy wet kisses in your neck, sending shivers down your spine as the cold air contacts the wet spots. your nipples getting harder by that feeling.
"godammit baby.." he moans, "i just fucking need you right now.." he groans.
he let go of your hair, your body falling on the mattress. his hands found your waist, positioning you in the perfect spot. he took his cock, and slid it up and down a few times before entering with a full force. logan moaned loudly, his cock now inside your perfect wet pussy, made just for him.
he moved fast, letting it all out. you didn't mind, you were enjoying this just as much as he was. "so fucking.. warm.." he moaned, grabbing your hips tighter. "so damn good.." he moved your ass closer as he starts pounding into you with so much force, feeling his balls hitting your pussy each time.
"oh my god.." you moaned. "I'm about to come baby.."
"fuck baby, yeah.. come for me then.." he groaned, he grabbed your hair and pulled you towards him. his face meeting yours as he leaned down a bit. "look at me when you do.." he whispers. just those words, those damn words sent you over your limit. your eyes locked with his. you came, and your eyes shot backwards. moans escaped your mouth as you tried keeping eye contact. your body started shaking, but logan didn't stop.
logan looked at you, "so fucking pretty when you come all over me.." he was so eager, still keeping his pace. you felt that he was close, very close. his movements became less frequent "fuck baby, fuck.. fuck.. fuck.." he moaned loudly. you've never seen him moan like this, he was mostly very quiet. but god, it's hot. 
you felt him pulling out, and within a second you felt spurts of a warm substance on your skin. logan moaned. you felt his hand carressing you ass, admiring his art.
"fuck, baby.." he breathed. he sat down next to you. you couldn't help but let out a small laugh. logan looked at you, "what..?" he asked as he patted your ass. "you should be vocal more often, it's incredibly hot.." you spoke.
"is that so..?" he smirks. he stands up and grabs his shirt. he looked down at you, "too bad that it has to come off, looks fucking good on you..a work of art.." he says, talking about his cum covering your bare back.
"who says it has to come off..?" you replied, a seductive smirk on your face. "nobody said that the painting was finished.."
logan looked at you surprised. his mind going crazy at your comment.
you looked down, his cock already facing upwards again.
"so.." you said,
logan didn't hesitate, he grabbed your body turning you around, this time your back on the mattress. you couldn't help but look at him with those desperate eyes, driving him wild.
how could he forget to paint both sides of the canvas?
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raisinghellionsblog · 2 months ago
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Keegan, Hesh, and Logan X reader who’s very light (picking you up)
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I’m making this bc I feel super insecure about being underweight and not being able to put any weight on so I made some fluff to make myself feel better
Keegan
You two were playing around
Play fighting for a bit
He went to pick you up and yes he is strong but he was expecting to at least have to put in some work
So when he picks you up and you’re light asf he’s surprised
Doesn’t say anything but now he’s silently told himself to carry you around regularly since you’re so easy to pick up
Hesh
You were just standing in the hallway, thinking something over when Hesh snuck up behind you and picked you up
He was also expecting to have to put in work to pick up a whole human being
But when he was able to just pick you up like that. He went from 😄 to 😦
Literally that was his face
Shocked to say the least
“Dude wtf you’re so light” he doesn’t mean to be rude with that comment so if you get upset about it he’ll immediately apologise
Logan
You couldn’t reach something that was super high up
Logan couldn’t reach it either so you asked him to lift you up so you could grab it
As he did he kinda stumbled a bit because he had put in a lot of force, expecting you to be heavier
“Logan I swear if you drop me” you snapped playfully at him, but also trying to regain your own balance
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raisinghellionsblog · 2 months ago
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crocheting sm bc I procrastinated Christmas gifts badly and obviously I have to somehow keep myself sane so
any of the cod men watching you frantically handmake gifts for Christmas because you procrastinated/simply didnt have the time, now you're there, crocheting, painting, knitting or whatever and he watches for a little while, noting how tense you are and deciding there's no way he's letting you do this, right?
cue a few minutes and some sweet talk later and you're in his lap, balls deep in your poor hole while he has his arms around you and casually tells you to just keep doing what you're doing, he doesn't wanna be in the way, he's just here to help you relax a little!!!
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raisinghellionsblog · 2 months ago
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I ALWAYS FEEL LIKE SOMEBODY'S WATCHING ME ft. LOGAN WALKER
Warning(s): Sexual Content, Solo Sex (f.), Usage of Sex Toys, Voyeurism, AFAB!reader,
Author's note: @keegansshark because you inspired me!!!!
Being the Walker brother's third roommate is awfully quiet. In fact, half of your time here is spent apologizing about any ruckus you might be causing them whether it be your music, the loud clattering in the kitchen, or having a friend or two over. But they insist that it's fine. Giving you grand, boyish, heartthrob smiles that make you melt like a popsicle on a hot pavement.
Unlike Logan, Hesh is more outgoing, and talkative, and not staring you down from across the room when you're attempting to complete your work. He's asking you about your day, telling you to tag along with him and his brother when they go gyming and somehow is always sitting on the opposite end of the table when you're going out to eat, leaving you next to Logan every time.
And sometimes there's a sneaky, mischievous glance sent Logan's way followed by a pained expression that's stifled with laughter on his older's brother face.
But that was neither here nor there. However, upon finding out that the Walker brothers were going to spend the weekend out camping, you took it as an opportunity to be as noisy as you wanted. As much as you adored them, you felt relieved not having to walk on eggshells around them when it came to your sonorousness.
A deep exhale leaves your chest as your body hits your mattress. It had been a long week and you wanted nothing more than to unwind. Unfortunately, you didn't have a boyfriend to fuck your brains out so you settle for the vibrator in your locked drawer. You fish out the keys from your pocket and unlatch it. It wasn't a stellar collection of sex toys, more like just the essentials.
You decide upon your favorite, old reliable, first Eve's thruster and tug off your shorts and panties, tossing them carelessly to the side of your bed. It's a little depressing that you have to resort to such methods, but it was going to be a long weekend, so what better way to start it off then with some solo sex?
You turn it in and slowly work yourself up and the image of Logan flits into your mind. How good he would feel between your legs right now, filling you up with his cock and gazing down at you with those pretty hazel eyes of his. It's hardly been a few minutes before you feel yourself sopping at the mere notion of him touching you, and you're sliding the vibrator past your folds imagining that it's him inside of you.
His name spills from your lips over and over again, so sticky sweet, and delectable to the ears of any man if they had the pleasure of listening in on you.
So luckily for Logan, he's back at the apartment complex, fumbling with his keys to unlock the door after Hesh had forgotten to pack propane fuel. It isn't a huge deal, certainly not enough to sour his mood. An earnest mistake that Logan is more than willing to make up for for his older brother.
Too entranced by your own euphoria, you don't hear the door unlocking, nor it opening and the footsteps that follow, but Logan certainly hears your wanton breathy moans, reverberating into the hallways leading to the living room. He halts dead in his tracks and he's pondering about how he should approach the situation. He's thinking that maybe you happen to be watching a movie with a sex scene and it will pass at any moment. But it's past five minutes now and he's thinking otherwise.
His heart thuds against his chest as he stands there completely paralyzed, but his body isn't the only rigid thing. If it weren't obvious to you yet, Logan had a raging crush on you, and Hesh would be happy to take any opportunity to tease him about it. So the sound of you moaning is definitely getting him riled up. His eyes dart to the propane that sat on the kitchen island where stupid Hesh had left it and he's quietly making his way over to grab it and leave without alerting you, but then he hears you calling out his name. And then, again, and again and again.
As each passing second ticks by, the urgency in your whimpers intensifies, and Logan's legs seem to act autonomously, losing sight of their original purpose. He silently stalks to the ajar door of your bedroom and his eyes ream at your sopping, wet pussy out for display, hammering away at it with your hot pink, dildo that's thrusting into you. You're throwing your head back in pure rapture and his dick fully bricked up on sight. His Adam's apple bobs up and down, swallowing thickly as he absentmindedly palms at his dick.
It's so fucking wrong. And he's so aware of that, but it doesn't stop him from burning the image of you getting yourself off to him in his mind. His desire to step into the room is magnifying by the minute, but he holds himself back. The way your mouth is parting as you reach your climax is so, so, so delicious. The salacious sighs that escape you drive him wild and honestly, he could cum right now. It wouldn't even take long. One touch from that pretty mouth of yours and he would be coloring you a pretty, ivory white.
And just when you're about to orgasm, the creak of your door jostles you, stopping you mid-thrust and you could almost die when you see Logan's form leaning against the doorway. The blood drains from your face as you take in his unbuttoned jeans, undone zipper, and his hand slipping into his boxers. His hazel eyes might just be as wide as yours and the embarrassing sound of your machine is still going off and you practically rip it out of you, but your unexpected orgasm reels you in for a moment. It halts you as your bach archs and you gasp out in a fervent daze. It's humiliating as you gawk at your pulsating, drenched pussy in horror and you're scrambling to get up and somehow apologize??? But by the time you can even catch your breath to pull on your shorts, you hear the front door slam.
You make a dash for the window to see, Logan climb into Hesh's truck and they seem to be having a brief conversation before they're back on the road. The blood is rushing to your face as you watch them pull away. Oh God. What were you going to do!?
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raisinghellionsblog · 2 months ago
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thinking about any of the cod men making use of your sickly, feverish state while you have a cold. pinning you to the bed under his big frame, legs carefully laid over his shoulders while bullying his cock into your hole :( fat, swollen tip rubbing against your heat while you whimper and writhe slightly, cold sweat beading on your forehead. "shh.. just take this for me, yea?" he coos, feeling your hot forehead with the back of his hand. he chuckles, making a stupid joke, something about you being in heat, before starting to fuck into you. your whines are more pathetic than usual, everything feels so much more intense, his cock feels like its splitting you open:( yet all you can do is lay there and take it, orgasms being ripped from your weak body until you're barely able to stay awake :(
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raisinghellionsblog · 2 months ago
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it's hot. it's way, waaaay too hot to be normal. you feel like you're dying. sure in reality it might be hyperbole but that's sure what it feels like. is this how it's supposed to be? god, this is terrible.
you don't even have the strength to open your eyes, limbs leaden and throat dry. someone's running a hand over your face... it's cool. a welcome relief from the heat no matter how fleeting.
"the first is always the most intense...poor thing..." keegan can only shake his head, sighing as he stands to fetch a cold compress. logan is left alone with you, sat on the far edge of the bed in fear of worsening your heat. his eyes flicker worriedly between you and keegan, wringing his hands anxiously.
"you sure they'll be fine?" it seems like keegan is only able to sigh today.
"positive. never seen one this intense though. but the only thing we can do is monitor them and wait it out unfortunately."
at that moment you cry out in pain, writhing on the bed and it hurts them, feeling like they got stabbed in the heart.
keegan kneels besides where you lie on the bed, grasping your weak hand in his and keeping his voice low.
"shhh, sugar. it's ok... you're gonna be alright. tell us what you need if you can.." he gently tucks a sweaty strand of hair behind you ear, hand moving to hold your weak one. he's worriedly chewing on his lips, and logan has never seen him like this before.
it's... scary. yes, it's scary seeing keegan so worried. he always had things under control and to see him now, it's unsettling.
he's snapped out of his reverie when you cry, barely even able to form words.
"a--alpha.. lo-- (pant) logan..." your face scrunches up in pain again as another wave of searing heat washes over you. they give each other a confused look for a second, you were in absolutely no physical condition to do anything remotely intimate.
"what do you need from him sweetheart? go on, tell him." he urges you further, and it's like logan's body moves on it's own, now sat next to you instead of the bed's edge.
"(pant) hold-- hold me... please..?" you barely manage to wrench your eyelids open to look at him. or rather, what you think is him. everything's blurry and fuzzy around the edges, and only a second passes before they're closed again.
as if he could deny you of such a thing.
he moves on instinct, lying down on his side next to you and pulling you in. he gently maneuvers your head to rest on his bicep, face buried in his neck and right near his scent gland.
(your skin is nearly searing him through his clothes, but he'll endure anything for you.)
his other arm holds your back, anchoring you to him and as his legs intertwine with yours it's like you can finally breath again. your tense muscles relax, ache bleeding from your body as you breath him in.
he smells like dewy cool night air, the kind that lingers after a particularly intense rain shower. there's also the scent of freshly laundered linen, there's no particular detergent smell but it still smells clean, an almost papery quality to it. also that kiss of oakmoss and leather, the kind that's worn-- it brings a little earthy goodness to his scent. and to top it off, there's always a sort of gunpowder smell clinging to him. whether it's actually a part of his scent, or it's permanently rubbed off on him from work you'll never know.
his scent lessens the burden of your heat, skin once burning hot to the touch now merely warm. logan sighs, a relieved one this time.
the hand on your back slowly creeps up to pet your head, his heart clenching happily as you sweetly lean into his touch.
"feel a little better, hm? that's good, you're doing good, sweetness." logan can't resist the urge to coo at you, carding a hand through your still sweaty locks. you take a moment to nuzzle into him a little before turning your attention to keegan.
the edges of his silhouette are still a little fuzzy, but the concern is still clear as day on his handsome face.
"doin' better sweetheart? need anything else? i'll fetch it for you." he's already halfway off the bed before you can answer him.
"no-- no, just... can you hold me, too? please, keegan?" that little "please, keegan?" has him falling for you all over again (quite literally), nearly uncharacteristically tripping over his feet to hold you.
in an instant he's also laying on his side, right behind you; chest pressed to your back, and his leg on top of yours' and logan's. his arm wraps around you and logan, pulling the two of you closer as he nuzzles into the back of your head.
you relax even further when you smell keegan's scent.
he smells like ripe, late summer blackberries. sugary, saccharine, and juicy ones macerated with fresh bundles of rosemary and english lavender. there's also a cool refreshing quality, like a cup of sweetened southern ice tea after a long day. and to top it all of with a bouquet of sweet german chamomile and a grounding kiss of myrrh.
his scent feels like it seeps into your bones, replacing that accursed heat with a mentholated touch. your head tilts back a little and bumps into keegan's shoulder, all too eager to smell more of that addicting sugary blackberry scent you've come to adore. it pulls a chuckle from the both of them.
"now now, slow down there sweet thing. you'll get a crick in your neck if you keep that up. you can smell more of me later--just rest up for now, alright?" keegan's palm leaves logan's back to firmly rub up and down your arm, shoulder to elbow, over and over again.
you want to whine, but ultimately he's right (like always), so you huff, settling down sandwiched comfortably between them.
"will do... (yawwwwn) g'night logan... g'night keegs...love..you" sleepily nuzzling your face into logan's chest once more before your breathing evens out.
"good night, sugar."
"night, sweetheart."
"we love you too."
they know you can't hear them, but they say it anyway.
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