#werewolf!keegan

[cumikering]

Werewolf Keegan x reader 9 (end)

1.7k | fluff Well, yes, but if a wolf runs around unattended, they’re going to call animal control (part 1)

Keegan made good on his promise that he’d clean up after himself.

With the way he loved to cuddle you as a wolf, even the biggest lint rollers wouldn’t suffice so he compensated by vacuuming your place every day. But not without giving Raider the side eye, because of course he had to help out. Some of the fluff was his too after all.

You really spoilt him, didn’t you? The K9 only watched his handler as he panted among the avalanche of chew toys you got him (his favourite was still the phone one though), and wouldn’t even clean his own dog bed with the lint roller.

Keegan took a two-week leave to take care of Raider who was anticipated to take a few months to recover before he could get back in the field. Fortunately, he was healing fast, already standing the week after and moving about.

Keegan decided to crash at your place meanwhile. ‘It’s closer to the vet hospital,’ he reasoned, but he knew you knew it was more than that. You said you didn’t mind as long as he kept the floof in check.

It felt natural to be around you like this. Driving you to and from work, cooking dinner with you, watching the TV after. It was hard to believe he lived so long without this, believing he was perfectly happy too.

And to think this all started with his curse.

His wolf had never been happier too, being in your space. Head empty, no thoughts, just his peanut as he drifted off to sleep.

You said it was strange the first few times he spooned you in bed as a wolf and suddenly shifted back when he lost his consciousness to sleep. The floof disappeared in a split second, replaced by his heavy arm around your waist which startled you.

Even that he was hesitant at first, he was pleasantly surprised with how welcoming you were to his peculiarity. Like when he approached you with hot cheeks a few days into staying at yours.

“Peanut,” he said in a small voice, eyes not meeting yours. “Would it be okay, if maybe, you can play tug of war with me?”

Your brow rose.

“I mean, it’s totally fine if not! It’s just I need exercise and Raider can’t play yet,” he rambled.

“Of course! We can play fetch too if you want.”

His eyes brightened, thinking of that time when his first instinct was to run after the toy you threw for Raider. “Oh, I’ve never tried that before, but that sounds like a wonderful idea.”

“We can have a run at the park too, so we don’t have to go on a hike. If you’ve got an owner, no one’s going to call animal control on you.”

He tilted his head. “I am not going to be leashed.”

“But can you imagine how big of a tranquiliser dart they’re going to use on your wolf otherwise?” You stifled a laugh. “Probably as big as my forearm.”

His lips pressed into a thin line. You knew he wasn’t a fan on needles. “We’ll go hiking when Raider’s better.”

Your laugh always made him happy, like when he pulled the rope toy too hard on purpose to wrestle you on the floor. You never won against the giant wolf no matter how much you tried, and he was glad of it because he loved nuzzling you from above, your giggles filling the room.

He sent his mum pictures of the both of you, some of your cooking too, always thrilled at every opportunity to say you were his. He was to visit her with you when Raider got better, but meanwhile video calls would have to do.

“Aw, look at the both of you! Aren’t you adorable, sweetie?” his mum cooed, the phone a little too close to her face.

“She’s a cheek pincher,” Keegan said. “Here, I’ll do it on her behalf.” He reached over to pinch you lightly.

Mrs. Russ laughed. “I hope you’re feeding him well. He eats like he’s still growing, but can barely cook. Make sure he does the dishes at least!”

You let out a chuckle.

“She does! She makes the best PB sandwiches.” It was true - they were better than his and he didn’t understand why. “When we visit, she’ll make you some.”

His mum was not a werewolf nor was she a fan of PB, but he firmly believed the love for it would transcend all.

Before Ghosts’ next mission, he took you out to meet his teammates for dinner. You were a little bashful from all the attention you got when they tried to get to know you. Especially from Ajax and Kick, who were mostly baffled by how you could spare “the creepy, frowning guy” a second glance.

“I can get you an angel shot,” Ajax said.

“Blink three times if you need help,” Kick whispered.

Regardless the teasing, Keegan grinned at the fact he got to call you his peanut.

However, the closer it was to the 7th full moon, Keegan grew restless, but not because of his urges. With how well and fast you fit into his life, he couldn’t even remember what it was like without you. He was terrified he bond wasn’t going to work and he’d lose everything again.

He didn’t doubt your feelings, even that he had to admit he felt clingy sometimes, wanting you to tell him how much you felt towards him. He was glad you never complained, but was kind regarding his needs, taking care of him.

The night of the full moon, he took you out on a date, somewhere special with a live cello player. At your door, he presented a bouquet of your favourite flowers. He made sure it was bigger than the one Blake sent and that the card didn’t fall off (not like you needed it since he brought it over personally). A little petty, he had to admit, but he had to show you he was cooler than your uni friend and could survive far more than a few punches.

You dressed up, your hair done, smelling wonderful and he couldn’t keep his hands off you. His peanut. Fuck, he still couldn’t believe you were his. Under the clothed table, he squeezed your knee.

The hours rolled past as you enjoyed the haunting performance, his arm along the back of your seat while your hand rested on his thigh. He started bouncing his leg, something he almost never did.

“It’s going to work.” You squeezed his thigh.

“I’m not worried,” he said through gritted teeth, eyes fixated on the cello player.

“You won’t be a wolf. We’ll visit your mum and have her cooking, and you’ll show me your band poster collection, okay?”

He gave you a crooked smile, hand gripping yours.

Outside, the moon beamed bright against the cloudless sky. Fresh out of the shower, you sat in bed next to him, his chest bare, soft from the hot water, lower half under the comforter. The bedside lamp shed enough light to illuminate the way your lips pulled into a thin line. His arms wrapped around you and you let out a shaky breath against him.

“You can tell me to stop any time, and… Just in case.” He reached for his blade on the nightstand, handing it to you. “I love you, okay?”

You nodded and he peeled off the comforter that covered him before shifting. You bared your neck to his wolf, brows furrowed as your eyes closed.

He whimpered, nuzzling your neck. I love you, peanut.

“Okay, I’m ready,” you mumbled.

He puffed out steady breath before positioning his fangs on your neck, feeling you shudder under him. You gripped his mane, yelping when he sank into you. Your blood was the best thing he’d ever tasted, and with your addicting scent filling him, it was too easy to stay put, but he shifted back immediately.

“You did good, peanut.” He kissed the corner of your eyes where tears had pricked. “Now we wait.”

In the dead of night, he jerked awake, breathing heavily. With the movement, you woke too.

“You okay?” You rubbed his chest, fingers ever comforting through the fuzz.

“Yeah.” He swallowed. “Yeah, I think. Did you have a dream?”

“We were in the woods, at full moon.”

He held his breath as his heart raced.

“Your wolf and I were walking to the cabin in the distance. I was barefoot-“

“In a white dress,” he said under his breath.

You nodded, beaming.

“It worked.” He chuckled in disbelief, gripping your shoulders. “It worked, didn’t it?”

Your arms wrapped around him. “We’re mates now, Keegan. For life.”

Months later, Raider fully recovered and was back in the field with his handler. You and Keegan got a new place between your old places, somewhere without carpeted floors because he’d grown sick of the vacuuming. Life slipped into a rhythm.

He took you to his home and greeted his mum with a kiss on the cheek. You said her lasagna was as great as he always hyped it up to be. Much to his chagrin, she was swift, and vey excited, to show you his childhood photos. He groaned. The memory of him rocking a bowl cut for the entirety of primary school was humiliating, but with a giggle, you reassured he looked cute with his signature icy stare. He didn’t believe you.

Keegan carried your luggage up the stairs with Raider padding behind, nails clicking against floor. His mum never changed a thing in his bedroom since he left, his emo band posters still almost lined the entirety of the walls. He stared at the one behind the door and contemplated if you’d like him in one of those haircuts. There would be more to pat after all (and it surely wouldn’t be as hideous as a damn bowl cut).

At bedtime, in his cramped bed, you huddled facing each other.

“I guess we should have stayed at a hotel after all.”

He shrugged. “You know, if we were both wolves, we would fit perfectly fine here.”

You smiled, tracing your neck where his bite marks had faded. “Actually, that doesn’t sound like a bad idea at all.”

Thank you so much everyone for reading my silly doggo story! I had mad fun writing this and I'm glad you stuck around until the end :D take care x

@tiredmetalenthusiast @shadofireshinobi @keegansshark @two-gh0sts @rowanyaboats @mangoguy @astraluminaaa @shadowlali @eve-lie @reelovesfictionalmen @writeforfandoms @milkteaarttime

[nathanwonderwolf]

Guardians

Keegan x Roach

Ghost x Soap

CoD WerewolfAU

[ghostlythunderbird]

I am coming to offer this thot to anyone who wants it because I have no brain juice to even write this.

But my mind has been on some Werewolf!Ghost action for a bit now, not just the regular giant wolf that walks in two legs no no. I'm talking about the Twilight big ass doggos type of werewolves. But only only that; the werewolf’s human form also has ears and a tail (kind of like a hybrid).

ANYWAYS I had a thot about how Price and Laswell could be were keepers parse a and they would recently capture another werewolf (I think of them being a female were because I do a lot of self inserting over here don't mind me lol) that they could potentially pair Ghost with; or whoever your thinking of babe it could be Gaz, Soap, Keegan, or even König the possibilities are endless in the spooky month.

As for you my dear sweet reader, your story is quite different; you were a lone wolf for a long time and you've never really been in a werewolf friendly place. People are fearful of your kind as most think your a mindless creature lingering for their flesh; well soon your found out to be a werewolf and are captured by a “Rehabilitation project” specifically for your kind. Your time there was actually pretty nice, you had shelter, food and you felt safe. The environment itself reminded you of your birth pack’s old hunting grounds.

Well soon after your feeling well and the veterinarian team clears you are in good health, your soon ready to be paired with the boys. But who could be a perfect fit? You needed someone to be strong and quite dominant, they also needed some pretty good genes is you know what I mean *aggressive eyebrow wiggles*

But at the same time could you IMAGINE all the trial and errors of being paired with these boys who have NO idea on how to court you properly. Ghost does show interest but doesn't even know where to start much less make a conversation with you, Gaz and Soap are beyond excited of finally having another werewolf (can guarantee soap will be too head over heels where his brain don't work much), Keegan might become too standoffish and poor König tries his best and you end up being gifted a whole ass moose.

Thanks for coming to my 12 am ADHD Ted talk (I have so much brain rot for this I just had to get it out there for you all to suffer with me please send help)

[tokillamockingbird427]

Ykw Hesh+Logan being absolute bffs/ride or dies with Keegan makes so much sense considering that wolves and crows have been observed to make friends with each other.

[steadfastpetrel]

here’s maddy smith! she’s a wasian butch lesbian with chronic pain in this reboot, her mom emma is cambodian. v excited to explore the body feelings being a teen with chronic pain can bring and how that can interact with lycanthropy when it comes to her!!

image description: Maddy Smith stands with her arms crossed. She is a Cambodian-Scottish girl wearing a jean jacket and green pants. Doodled next to her is her wolf form, a brown wolf. Other doodles include her wolf form snarling and Maddy using her Wolfblood powers, turning her eyes yellow. end description

[konigsblog]

2023 KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

general masterlist. photo credit @yumethefrostypanda

this masterlist features characters from call of duty modern warfare 2, as well as a few from black ops and ghosts. completed masterlist.

this may feature darker and more serious topics. not for minors, so don't interact. otherwise you'll be blocked.

day one, knife kink. (ghost x f! reader)

day two, size kink. (könig x f!reader)

day three, wax play. (soap x f!reader)

day four, intoxication kink. (gaz x f!reader)

day five, corruption kink. (price x f!reader)

day six, virginity loss. (alejandro x f!reader)

day seven, breeding kink. (könig x f!reader)

day eight, body worship. (rodolfo x m!reader)

day nine, age gap. (graves x m!reader)

day ten, pet play. (keegan x gn!reader)

day eleven, werewolf. (soap x f!reader)

day twelve, humilation. (sub!alejandro x f!reader)

day thirteen, somnophillia. (rodolfo x f!reader)

day fourteen, tentacles. (eldtrich!könig x f!reader)

day fifteen, overstimulation. (price x f!reader)

day sixteen, orgasm denial. (ghost x f!reader)

day seventeen, gloryhole. (gaz x f!reader)

day eighteen, double penetration. (gaz x soap x f!reader)

day nineteen, dub-con/persuasion. (price x f!reader)

day twenty, breath play. (ghost x gn!reader)

day twenty one, spanking. (graves x f!reader)

day twenty two, humilation. (frank woods x f!reader)

day twenty three, cock and ball torture. (soap x m!reader)

day twenty four, dub-con/blackmail (russell adler x f!reader)

day twenty five, deep throat. (hesh x f!reader)

day twenty six, face sitting. (alejandro x f!reader)

day twenty seven, intoxication kink. (price x f! reader)

day twenty eight, dry humping. (könig x f!reader)

day twenty nine, plugs. (keegan x f!reader)

day thirty, virginity loss. (rodolfo x f!reader)

day thirty one, gangbang. (141)

...

— @konigsblog, reblogs and comments are appreciated.

you may use this if you'd like, i will be writing each prompt for each day, so please don't request it in my inbox. i will get around to it when it's that day.

© konigsblog 2023 — do not copy, edit, repost my works on any other site without prior consent.

[inkbybambi]

john "bravo six" price

Breathe You In The Favorite Star of the Show abandoned at a haunted house how dbf john price fucks you dbf john price eating you out fucking you in a club getting ready to go out for a night

simon "ghost" riley

bodyguard simon who takes a bullet for you best friend simon riley picking you up from a bad date chiropractor who's gentle with you pornstar ghost who's in love with you soft pornstar ghost soft simon who's so gentle and calms your nerves during sex guard dog mafia simon

john "soap" mactavish

possessive soap werewolf soap with a breeding kink

kyle "gaz" garrick

cockwarming with gaz fae!changeling taking the place of best friend gaz when you were younger fae!gaz meeting you in a coffee shop fae!gaz kisses you at midnight on nye

poly + 141

helping him workout kiss cam (ghost/soap) piercing headcanon (141) puppy play comfort (ghost/soap) soulmate red string theory (ghost/soap) see you on the other side (ghost/soap, series) prologue sweeter than sugar (ghost/soap) talks you through it over the phone (price/gaz)

etc

fucking john price greek tragedy au (ghost/soap) husband simon riley with the wedding cake keegan's voice makes a girl ache mob boss john price collars you possessive soap marking you

[yawnderu]

🌟Asks Masterlist🌟

Renders by @ave661

Since my Main Masterlist is pretty full already, I'm making one for asks/scenarios/thirsts!

Smut Masterlist

Simon ''Ghost'' Riley ☆ Canon Appearance

☆ Relationship with Christmas

☆ Eating ass from the back

☆ Simon being an ass man

☆ Simon being an ass man part II

☆ Simon being an ass man part III

☆ Simon being an ass man... again

☆ 34+35

☆ Simon obsessed with his wife's post-pregnancy body

☆ Brat Taming

☆ Smoking a joint with Simon and Soap

☆ Dad!Simon tossing his baby in the air

☆ Dad!Simon

☆ Spoiling his wife

☆ Massages with a happy ending

☆ Jacob's ladder

☆ Falling asleep on your ass

☆ Providing for his wife

☆ Pervert!Roomate!Simon, somnophilia

☆ Small details

☆ Forbidden pants

☆ Paparazzi

☆ Simon being an ass man part 100

☆ Bodyguard!Simon

☆ Pillow princess taking charge

☆ How much can you take?

☆ DBF!Simon

☆ DBF!Simon Part II

☆ Holding hands while making love

Kyle ''Gaz'' Garrick

☆ Werewolf!Gaz x Red Panda!Reader

☆ ''Yes Ma'am''

☆ Small Details

Nikto

☆ Situationship/Early relationship with Nikto

Kim ''Horangi'' Hong-jin

☆ Tiger Hybrid Horangi during mating season

☆ Husband (dogshit gambler I love)

König

☆ Reverse Somno

☆ König's face & fun facts

☆ Headcanons

Keegan P. Russ

☆ DBF!Keegan

☆ DBF!Keegan having a wet dream

☆ FWB!Keegan

[cumikering]

Werewolf Keegan x reader

2k | fluff Keegan had the stiffest neck known to man (part 2)

It all started with a recon duty.

Alone, Keegan lay prone, seamless in the bushes in his dark attire. The full moon perched high, softened by the thick fog. The gentle rain tricked down the back of his neck under his mask.

He aimed down his sight, following the guard on patrol as he waited, waited for him to separate from the other. He took his time rounding the corner, puffing on his cigarette, rifle slung against his body.

As Keegan positioned his finger on the trigger, a branch snapped behind him.

His head whipped over his shoulder to see a shadow a few feet away, crouching. He jumped to his feet, heart pulsing in his ears. He yanked out his sidearm as the large beast pounced and pinned him down with a thump. The force knocked the gun out of his hand.

He freed his right arm with a grunt. He ripped his blade out its sheath, ramming it into the creature’s side repeatedly. It howled in pain and leapt away.

He staggered up, panting. In a swift move, he reverse gripped his bloodied knife. The beast growled, its brilliant yellow eyes glinting. Head lowered in caution, it stepped sideways, blood pouring out of the stabs.

“Come at me, bitch,” he spat out, mirroring its movement.

It snarled, the sound piercing, baring its pointy teeth before retreating into the woods.

He dropped to his hands and knees, heart beating out of his chest as sharp pain ran up his thigh. His pant leg had been shredded, the cuts under gushing blood. He let out an uneven breath. The bastard got him after all.

“Six-Two, how copy? What was that?”

He tried reaching for his comms, but fell to his side as he heaved, eyelids growing heavy.

“Keegan, do you copy?” The urgency in Merrick’s voice grew.

The crackle of his radio was the last thing he heard before everything went silent.

When Keegan woke with a grunt, the sun had just peeked over the horizon, casting a blue hue upon the woods. Leaves and twigs crunched in the distance.

His eyes fluttered open as he sat up, his head spinning. He reached for his holster before he realised he was all skin.

“What the fuck,” he muttered, wincing as he turned his neck. His clothes and gear strewn not too far from his camping spot the night before.

“Keegan,” a hushed voice called out, growing closer by the second.

He dove to his clothes, slipping them on frantically despite the dried mud on his body. Had it been that cold that he was delirious, like hypothermia victims who’d paradoxically shed their clothes? But if he’d got to that point, he wouldn’t have been alive then.

“Ajax! I’m here.”

His head whipped to Keegan. He breathed a sigh of relief as he jogged over. “We thought we lost you!” His eyes scanned over his body. “Oh shit, what happened?”

He followed his line of sight down to his mangled pants. He’d forgotten about his thigh. It didn’t hurt anymore.

“Oh. I- Fuck, there was a wolf. Huge.”

“Holy shit,” he muttered, reaching for his comms. “Scarecrow, he’s secure. Need medical. We’re heading to LZ.”

Ajax’s brows furrowed at how he made his way back with the state of his thigh, but Keegan was just relieved the mission had been a success despite the setback from his side.

On the ride back to base as he recounted the night before to his peers, his pants were cut to reveal his wound which had mostly dried up. He could have sworn the cuts were deep – look at the blood soaked cargos, but maybe his team was right, he just couldn’t see well in the dark.

Back on base as he cleaned his blade, the only evidence that the beast even existed, the bits of his dream came back to him. He tore through the woods on black paws to his heart’s content, each step light, unbothered by the nightfall.

It had felt impossibly real, the ground wet under him, the cold rain on his skin despite the thick fur. The smell of earth was comforting to the point of intoxicating, calling him back home.

Keegan chalked the night up as a fluke, a once in a lifetime occurrence he’d recall and brag about to the recruits. He got the scars to prove it after all.

But he had that dream again the month after.

Often when adjusting back to life after missions, his senses would overload the first few days. This time though, it was even more so. The hair on the back of his neck stood and the sweat only trickled more as the sky darkened.

This time as he lied on his couch, he remembered the warmth instantly rising to his skin, the tingling at his fingertips, the ringing in his ears. He couldn’t control his limbs when he stood and ripped his clothes off, before white hot pain seared his body for a split second.

Despite the light head and what felt like the worst case of sleeping wrong, he was surprisingly stable as he got off the floor and made his way back to the couch. But instead of turning to sit, he swiftly climbed onto it and lied down on his belly.

Wait, that’s not right…

He looked down. Two black paws on the upholstery. He let out a scream, but it didn’t sound right either.

He jumped off and barged through the bathroom door to meet a large black dog. Keegan jumped, making it bark. He froze in place as its growling resonated within the walls.

With the delay in his thoughts and movements, it took him way too long to realise he was dreaming. You never look right in mirrors.

He boofed, paws up on the counter. He tilted his head, tongue lolling as he revelled in his long snout and sharp teeth. His pointy ears and jet black floof made him feel far more like an oversized dog despite the yellow eyes – the only tell that he was a wolf. He chuckled to himself, or whatever the canine equivalent was.

It was dark outside, but he’d always wondered what it felt like to roll around on the grass. He pranced out, standing on his hind legs to open the door to no avail. His front paws slid right off the shiny, round door knob.

After a few attempts, he let out a sigh as he turned back to his apartment. What else would a dog do? Drink from the toilet bowl? Chew on shoes? Rummage through trash? None of those sounded particularly interesting.

Oh, he had a soft rug! He’d take what he could get.

He rolled on it as he panted for what felt like hours before his movements slowed and things went fuzzy again.

As vivid as the dream was, Keegan couldn’t write it off as another glitch because once more, he woke up bare with the stiffest neck known to man. The evidence stared back at him in the form of black fur all over the couch and rug.

“What. The. Fuck.” He sat up, reaching for the fur around him. He rubbed it between his fingers.

If not for the snarl over the comms, his team mates didn’t even believe him about the wolf with how shallow the cuts were that morning. They would certainly laugh at him if he told anyone about what just happened. He knew he’d lose his marbles if Ajax told him something similar.

He had to get to the bottom of this on his own. But first, he had to quench the odd craving for dry cereal.

Legend had it, you turned into a werewolf if you got scratched or bitten by one. Every night of the full moon, you’d get the urge to-

He scrolled down further, shoving more cereal into his mouth in his boxers.

A werewolf experiences his rut 2-3 times a year… His body would feel like it’s on fire… The wolf will then begin his journey to find his fated mate…

The mating bond is to be made within 7 full moons… Rejection would cause the werewolf to stay in his wolf form permanently…

He snickered. What a load of bullshit.

If this whole thing was real, he’d hear it on the news. But he never did, because this was insanity.

Yes, yes, he couldn’t explain the very-much-physical floof all over his apartment. But if for whatever reason he could chill as a wolf once a month, he wasn’t going to complain. As far as he knew there were no drawbacks to it if he could time it with his days off.

Maybe next time he could finally turn the door knob.

With every full moon, Keegan grew more and more comfortable in his new body. Every weekend he was home, he rented a humble cabin off the hiking site, thoroughly enjoying running through the woods and the solitude at the top of the mountain.

See, the lore was nonsense. He didn’t get sick anymore during the full moon (or ever). He could even shift on demand now - his deployments didn’t deter the doggo lifestyle. This was actually fun!

Until he burnt up during a mission. He could barely stand with his spinning head, and so he was sent to the safehouse to recover. He popped each and every pill he was prescribed, but his fever only worsened. He felt so hot… and bothered.

Was he given the wrong meds on accident? Who the fuck would prescribe medications with such side effect, during a mission at that?

He waited. An hour. Two hours.

With a sigh, he did what every man would to get the situation over with, yet the problem remained. Now sweating even more, he collapsed onto the floor with a pathetic grunt; his body like it was on fire.

On fire… On fire…

With the remaining energy he had, he grabbed his phone and navigated back to the lore from months before.

A werewolf experiences his rut 2-3 times a year. For days, his body would feel like it’s on fire with the desire to mate, marking his entrance into adulthood. The wolf will then begin his journey to find his fated mate…

His eyes narrowed.

Some say fated mates share scars and/or birthmarks, but one would ‘know’ he has found his mate when he can single out their scent and becomes possessive of them.

His face scrunched.

After meeting his mate, the mating bond is to be made within 7 full moons.  Failure or rejection would cause the werewolf to stay in his wolf form permanently by the 8th full moon, often turning feral from the heartache.

He dry retched. He never doubted the fact that he liked women, of the human variety.

To make the bond, the werewolf draws the blood of his mate from between their neck and shoulder under the full moon. The bond is only sealed if the pair loves each other and shares a dream that night. The mate can then choose to remain human or be turned into a werewolf by getting bitten in the same spot.

Wait. Human, you say?

As ridiculous as the lore seemed, he had nothing to worry about. There were no soulmates for him. The timer would never start because he knew he was meant to be alone.

So yeah, that was Keegan P. Russ.

He served his country as a Sergeant, kissed his mum on the cheek when he came home. He recycled, paid his bills on time, and gave up his seat to pregnant women and the elderly. He abided to traffic rules and had no road rage (at least that’s what he told himself).

Oh, and thanks to one recon duty, he was now a werewolf.

Heh. Good luck trying to ruin my life.

But as we all know, fate has a funny way of catching up to you.

More Keegan: second chance, fake dating

Special thanks to @tiredmetalenthusiast and @shadofireshinobi who helped me with this!

@glitterypirateduck @sofasoap @keegansshark @two-gh0sts @rowanyaboats

[captainfern]

✿ captainfern’s drabble/headcanon masterlist ✿

here, you can find all of my drabbles/headcanons i’ve written that i was too lazy to write out into a proper fic lol

please assume that all content below is 18+ unless marked otherwise (sfw)

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Thinking about COD characters being built like this…

captain john price

simon ghost riley

Price

all tied up

bent over the desk

bodyguard price, bodyguard price two, bodyguard price three

breeding

cock worship

cowboy price

cuck!price + his wife and you, more price and his wife

dad/dilf price

dad’s best friend price, dad’s best friend price two

dad bod price praising you

dbf!price, dbf!price again

ex-husband

firefighter price

fuck me in a headlock

getting ready

“haunted” barracks

high libido

his facial hair

hotel room, hotel room two

lieutenant price fucks nasty

lieutenant reader (sfw)

munch

oral m!receiving

pheromone perfume

plus-sized reader

pregnant partner (sfw)

pregnant partner again

price and your toys

price fluff (sfw)

ride

scars (sfw)

soft sex

stress relief

unhinged

wake up sex

werewolf price

younger/lieutenant price, younger/lieutenant price two

Ghost

blindfolded +price

boyfriend’s best friend

breeding kink

fighting over pussy +price

get you pregnant

gym ghost

jealousy +price

let her fuckin’ breathe +price

rugby player simon

soft sex with simon

thigh-riding

Gaz

bondage

breeding

high sex

nsfw headcanons

overstimulate

period sex

polariods +price

post-gym workout wink wink

predator/prey

sharing is caring +ghost, sharing is caring two

sub gaz

suck sweetheart

the exception +price +ghost

the exception but fr +price +ghost

wake up sex

Soap

bodyguard soap

boudoir

needy soap

soapgaz x reader

virgin reader

The 141

backshots

crochet blanket (sfw)

sharing you

Graves

overstimulation

Keegan

needy

[5lut4ghouls]

Werewolf hesh my beloved

✿︎ he's got a really strong pack mentality

✿︎ the others tease him about it literally whenever they get the chance

✿︎ he doesnt ever tell people what he is unless he absolutely has to

✿︎ unfortunately for him, he's very obvious with it

✿︎ his diet is mainly meat, doesn't care for anything else but he will eat it

✿︎ he loves being outside and exploring, goes stir crazy so easily

✿︎ he's got really good night vision, does not consider how creepy it is tho

✿︎ like, imagine its really dark and you just see two glowing yellow eyes, bit strange

✿︎ he has to monitor everyone on full moons, has to be able to check on his “pack”

✿︎ the ghosts act like they hate it, they don’t. They find it sweet

✿︎ they all have different ways of going about it but they all make sure he can easily get to them

✿︎ logan and elias sit with him, kick lets the three walkers spend the night in his room while he plays games, merrick using the full moon to do any work in the common areas so hesh can easily find him, keegan leaves his door wide open.

✿︎ he was a lot more into his lycanthropy as a kid. Always wanted to know more about it.

✿︎ dare i say he wants kids.

✿︎ he likes when his partner smells like him, doesn't matter why they do, only matters that they do.

[tokillamockingbird427]

Overheard conversations donation

Hesh: *Absolutely demolishing a burrito. Like Jesus fuck. He's acting like it's still alive and fighting back. It's an inanimate object Hesh. Get some table manners.* Keegan: "Jeeze man, you hungry or what? Acting like you could eat a horse." Hesh (secretly a werewolf): *Slow turn* "Do you.... know where one is?"

[steadfastpetrel]

say hello to Rhydian Morris! he's transmasc, butch and still figuring out this whole wolfblood thing, but maddy and her pack are giving them the community they need :] keeps a sketchbook to help him concentrate in class, sometimes adderall only does so much when ur a wolfblood

image description: Rhydian is a Black kid with undercut hair dyed blonde. They are mid-stride in their full-body doodle, wearing a red striped sweater with brown pants (both of which are fashionably ripped.) Standing next to him is his wolf form, a dark brown wolf with a pale underbelly. Additional doodles include a portrait of him and his wolf form looking questioningly with a rainbow pride flag. end description

[shift-if]

Keegan [M] - The local alpha. Keegan runs the black market of the city with the help of some of his rambunctious crew. He's protective of his pack, and always looking out for them. He's kind and charismatic unless you have ill will toward his family. Then you better watch out for his bite.

Physical description -

Age - 32

Height - 5'11

Hair - messy black hair with bluish tint, they keep it medium length, just pass their ears.

Eye color - deep hunter green

Skin - warm neutral skintone

Keegan has somewhat youthful features, they have round monolid eyes and a soft nose. He is quite broad.

[internetcowboi]

Oooh thanks for the wip Wednesday tags @artsyunderstudy @forabeatofadrum and @larkral! I have a cheeky art wip today, because… I am finally drawing my werewolf girlfriend oc’s!! They are still forming in my head, but I’ve sat with the idea for their story in various iterations for a few months and felt a strike of inspiration this week. This is the process so far!

On the left we have Caster, she/her, cis and queer, 26 years old and a self assured ball of warmth, care and nurturing. On the right we have Jack, they/she/he, genderfluid and sapphic/lesbian, 27 and an antisocial isolationist with a deep desire to be understood by others, but also themself. They are both werewolves, and they are in LOVE I SAY!! I’m still working on their backgrounds and stories, but I already adore them and their love.

[konigsblog]

some smut, COD concepts that are rotting my mind away 🎀

dub-con, aphrodisiac, werewolf, hybrids, kidnapping, necromancy, gangbang, weed use, brat taming, size kink, dbf, legal age gap, professor/college student roleplay, creepy behaviour...

thinking about farmer!price fucking his sweetheart after a stressful day down in the village. coming home drunk and tipsy, before begging for a nice, sloppy blowjob from his lover.

or, gaz and soap eating your slick pussy while price and simon fuck your throat raw. strained, raspy voice coming out painful, moans stuttered as they force two, thick and heavy cocks down your throat, covered in drool. you're already babbling from johnny and kyle lapping at your pussy; fighting eachother for the opportunity to suck at your sensitive clit, two moaning messes between your caked thighs.

perhaps, kidnapper!reader taking the 141 because she's just so insane for them. she's known them for what feels like ages. finally locking them in her basement, getting them attached and attracted to her. and, you won't hesitate to let them use you as a reward for being good and obedient. if they're horrible, they get forced into a tiny cage which clearly doesn't fit someone of their stature, forced to watch as another member fucks you raw.

more on necromancer!kidnapper!ghost who terrifys you and slaps you around the place. spitting in your face and fucking you brutally til you're a desperate, wet meas beneath them.

stoner!gaz having you suck him off nice and well while he has his friends over. they all embarass and humilate you for sucking him off so lazily, getting you to put more effort into it despite the effects from the weed and your heavy eyelids. all of them using your throat till it's raw.

los vaqueros (and perhaps valeria) using aphrodisiacs on f!reader and using them while they're desperate and wet. full of cum and slick, your pussy sloppy as drags her tongue along your slit, licking alejandro's girthy cock while rudy fucks your ass.

on a softer note, farmer!soap taking care of highland cow hybrid!reader. grooming and cleaning her, pretty white little panties covering your skin, your tits out and your tail being brushed as he washes you inside a bucket of water. i have an idea that farmer!soap likes small tits — groping and sucking on them till they're puffy.

werewolf!price who loves big tits. sucking on them and squeezing them, trying his absolute hardest not to bite you, eventually muzzling him while riding his thick cock. admiring how your tits bounce, mesmerised and kneading them with his claws.

ghost!könig who's able to fuck deep into you whenever he pleases. fucking his big, fat cock into your slick pussy while your showering. watching as your expression turns lustful and your knees become weak as he slams into you, deep and hard.

physics professor!könig ploughing into you because you failed the test. he believes you should've studied harder. each thrust, he groans and occasionally asks a question, each time you get it wrong, he spanks you with a ruler till your ass is painful and your cunt is swollen from his relentless fuckings.

gambler!horangi who gambles with you. if he wins, he gets to fuck you. if you win, you get to do whatever you want to him. from him doing 69 with you, to you spanking and pegging him while tutting, shaming and humilating him for losing.

pornstar!price stroking his cock for pornstar!reader. spurting thick drops of seed all over your face before fucking you relentlessly. your pussy full and sloppy, cameraman!simon zooming in on your cunny to watch as john drills his big cock into you mercilessly.

4 keegans having a gangbang with you. hoarse and husky voice sending shivers down your spine, your eyes watery as 2 keegans penetrate your slick pussy, the other 2 fucking your tight asshole.

mean!adler putting you in your place. a brat tamer who's definitely into punishments. spanking you and recording it for you to watch back. or, exhibition kink. in the bar, getting fingered by him while he acts all nonchalant and you're dripping down his hand.

brat tamer!mace who loves 69. huge, fat dick pushed down your throat while he grips your smaller hips tightly and eats you out like a starved man. definite size kink. loves hearing you struggle while he eats you out like it's a profession.

dbf!frank woods treating his best friend's daughter like a slut in the bathroom at a get-together. having you moan his name as he pounds into you with a painful, throbbing pace. taking your panties and leaving you bare with drops of semen dripping down your thighs the entire time.

creep!hesh begging you to huff and suck at his boxers while he huffs at your used panties. a missing pair with a cum stain on them, ignoring your accusations and stuffing his boxer briefs further into your mouth while wet humping you.