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Like A Taut Wire: Part 1

warning: slightly suggestive, fem reader, maybe fluff, nothing else besides that, not beta read, no use of y/n, not beta read, one bed. Again, I don't know what I'm doing lmao. I just throw the words onto the screen and call it good.

Word count: 1,989

Broken radios and a raging thunderstorm squashed any prospects of an extraction. Two shivering bodies weighed down by water-logged gear crowded into the small safehouse, the building tension between the two from the seclusion a palpable presence in the air that neither wanted to acknowledge.

“Looks like we’re gonna be stuck here for a while,” Keegan mutters under his balaclava as he peels the drenched garment off his face that had been practically waterboarding him, finally able to take a full, deep breath of air.

The living room of the safe house offers a modest refuge from the raging storm outside, a small room with one bed waiting for the both of you. 

“You should take the bed,” He states, his words punctuated by the sounds of buckles coming undone and wet clothes being pulled off of skin while he glances at you from across the room, “Get some rest.” “No, I’m not taking the bed,” You argue, your arms crossed over your chest as you struggle to hide the way your body shivers and trembles in your drenched gear. “You need it just as much as I do.”

He just stares at you, finding your indignance with one of his orders amusing but also quite infuriating. While the thought of him taking the bed is tempting, Keegan still refuses, hiding that he’s worried about your well-being with a stern glare and a quiet huff, turning down your offer. He goes back to stripping out of his dripping wet clothes, the wooden floorboards of the small cabin covered in puddles of water and mud that the both of you had tracked in on your boots and clothes.

“You just gonna stand there?” He grumbles through chattering teeth, giving you a questioning glance when he sees you standing in the middle of the room like a useless, shivering lump. “You could make yourself useful for once and start a fire.”

While his words and sharp tone sting a bit, you must admit he’s right. You are standing around and doing nothing while you shiver and let your wet clothes drip water all over the floor. But, you refuse to admit that, and only turn away with a small huff and start removing your water-logged gear and clothing.

“We still haven’t settled on who’s taking the bed,” You murmur after a tense moment of silence between the two of you.

“It wasn’t a discussion.” His voice is gruff, a hint of irritation poking through his tone as you continue to argue over what he thinks is the obvious choice, and you can sense that he wants you to stop bridging the subject up. “You’ll take the bed, and I’ll find somewhere else to sleep.”

The living room falls into silence, and the only sounds are the chattering of teeth and the wet flop of drenched clothes being peeled off skin and tossed into a pile. You can’t help but keep thinking about who should take the bed, wracking your brain on how you can win this so-called argument. Do you take the bed and let him sleep on the floor? No, that’s not right. Maybe he could take the bed and you take the floor? No, now you’d be the one with the sore back in the morning.

“We can share,” You tentatively state, carefully choosing your words to get him to understand where you’re coming from. “To conserve heat, of course.”

He pauses what he’s doing, and you can feel his eyes boring holes into your back. The tension between the two of you becomes even more noticeable, like a taut wire ready to snap at a moment's notice. You both could feel the palpable silence between you, but neither of you wanted to acknowledge it, afraid that snapping that wire would wreck your already tentative relationship… or rather, lack of one to be honest.

He doesn’t answer you for a moment, only crouching down to pile a few logs into the fireplace, his trembling fingers struggling to correctly strike a match and get it to light up.

“Only to conserve heat,” He concedes, glancing up at you once he finally gets the fire to start, filling the room with a damp heat. “You go first, I’l join you later.”

With a quiet hum, you head into the small room, collapsing onto the bed and falling into the welcome warmth of the blankets. It’s nice. Not the softest sheets or the thickest blankets, but it gets the job done. Your mind swirls with thoughts as you roll over and listen to the harsh rain beat against the old windows of the cabin. It doesn’t take long for Keegan to join you, the mattress dipping under his weight as he slides under the blanket with you, careful to keep a respectful distance despite the small size of the bed.

It almost feels… domestic in a sense. The both of you lying together in bed, two bodies squished together under a small blanket in search of some warmth amidst the bitter cold of the night.

But, you two are doing nothing but trying to save body heat. That’s what you tell yourself, your mind plagued with thoughts of the way his warm, toned body is pressed up against your side, legs bumping together every time either of you makes a small adjustment to your position.

Keegan is lying on his stomach, his thick, toned arms wrapped around his pillow, exposing the ridges of his muscles and the intricate lines of his tattoos. You’re lying on your back, desperately doing your best to keep yourself from turning your head and staring at the man lying beside you.

Thoughts of reaching out and touching him, tracing your fingers over his skin, memorizing every curve and contour of his muscular body flood your mind. You can’t help but wonder how it would feel to touch him, to have his hands on you, to feel his skin against yours… his lips on you. Your heart thuds in your chest, your body feeling oddly hot as you become acutely aware of his presence beside you. 

It’s wrong. You tell yourself. He’s your teammate. Your partner. You shouldn't be thinking about him like that.

Keegan is asleep, unaware of the turmoil of emotions and thoughts happening in your head. His body is relaxed, his chest slowly rising and falling with every one of his slow, deep breaths. A complete contrast to you. Your entire body is flushed, your breathing rapid, and your body tense, muscles taut with restraint.

Why were you suddenly plagued with lustful thoughts about the man that you’ve worked alongside for the past few years? Maybe it was just the job, it rarely allowed for any time for more personal matters. Maybe it was because you were touch starved, needy, or whatever else you could call this. Christ, if the man suddenly woke up and asked for you, you’d happily oblige and open your legs like some french whore. 

“Stop moving around.” His gruff voice tears through the silence of the night and causes your racing thoughts to come to a screeching halt. You hadn’t realized he was awake.

“W-what?” You mutter, your brain struggling to catch up to what he’d just said as you freeze.

“You keep moving around,” He huffs, rolling over to face you, his tired eyes boring into your face with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine. “Woke me up.”

“Oh, sorry.” Your voice is quiet as you roll over and do your best to sit still despite your confusing emotions. Of course, he had to be a light sleeper. What else were you expecting?

Eventually, Keegan falls back asleep, the loosening of his muscles and the soft sound of his quiet breathing soon fill the silent room.

You toss and turn all night, silently begging your body to calm down and fall into the comfortable embrace of sleep. It doesn’t. You barely get a wink of sleep, the night spent consumed with thoughts… fantasies… about Keegan.

The next morning came faster than you’d liked, the tension of the previous night still lingering in the air. In one corner of the room, you were bent over the damaged radios, struggling to coax the broken appliances back to life. Across from you, bathed in the flickering amber light of the fire, he used his time to meticulously clean every inch of his guns with practiced ease.

Between you both, sat cups of stale, lukewarm coffee, remnants of yesterday’s brew. The bitter aroma wafted out from a poorly insulated thermos and mingled with the faint scent of damp wood and gun oil in the air.

As Keegan made his way over to you, his steps reverberated against the wooden floorboards, breaking the tense silence that fell over the both of you. His much larger frame loomed over yours, the warmth from his body enveloping yours, chasing away the biting cold of the air despite the fire, and creating a comfortable cocoon of his presence.

“Here, let me try,” He quietly murmurs, his large, warm hand covering yours as he retrieves the damaged radio from your grasp. He sits beside you, and his shoulder presses against yours, a silent presence in the damp, dimly lit room. “Have you tried taking the parts from one radio to fix the other?” “I… no,” You quietly chuckle, trying to suppress a small smile as you watch his skilled hands deftly remove the salvageable parts from your destroyed radio. The click of tools against metal and plastic fills the air, punctuating your shared moment of silence. “I honestly never thought to attempt that.”

“Really? You and your big brain couldn’t think of this?” He softly laughs, flashing you a teasing smile while playfully nudging you in the side with his shoulder before he turns his attention back to the radios.

Smartass. You think to yourself, subtly rolling your eyes at his snarky response.

The soft sound of tools on metal, accompanied by the faint crackling of the fire fills the comfortable silence between you as he carefully extracts components from one radio and delicately installs them into another. Finally, the small piece of machinery crackles to life, eliciting a quiet amazed, yet slightly incredulous laugh at his seemingly impossible feat.

“Bravo Team, this is Alpha One. Requesting immediate extraction, over,” Keegan says into the crackling radio, and the both of you silently pray and hope that the people on the other end pick up the signal. “Location safehouse Alpha Bravo Charlie Delta, requesting helicopter extraction, over.”

“Bravo Team, Alpha One. Copy your location and request for helicopter extraction. Standby for ETA and further instructions, over.” The distorted voice comes in through the small speaker causing both of you to silently celebrate. “ETA twenty-one fifteen hours, over.”

“We’re going home,” he exclaims with a hearty laugh and a wide smile, his eyes bright with relief and excitement. In one swift motion, he grabs you, his strong hands gripping your shoulders before enveloping you in a warm, tight bear hug. 

You wrap your arms around him, letting the weight of the moment sink in, feeling the tension between you lessen, but not completely disappear as you relax into the comfort of his embrace. You stay like that for a beat before pulling away, your eyes meeting for a few seconds before you look away with an awkward chuckle.

“Are… are you alright?” he asked softly, his gaze dancing over your face as he studied your expression. 

“Yeah,” you reply with a small smile, taking a deep breath to steady your voice and racing heart. “Just… excited, you know?”

“I’m glad we made it. I had my doubts that we would be stranded her for the foreseeable future,” he earnestly says, his voice carrying a mix of humor and relief before a comfortable, excited smile settles between you as the soft crackling of the fire fills the small room.

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Keegan Russ Part 2

Part 1

fem! reader, vaginal fingering, mild degradation, AFAB reader

The second he put his hands on you, you couldn't help but melt into his arms. Your knees buckle at the sound of his voice and the promises spilling from his lips.

"Yeah, just like that," he hoarsely whispered in against your skin, feeling every ounce of resistance leave your body as he grabbed your chin and tilted your head up and to the side, giving him a much better access to your neck.

"God, please, Keegan," you quietly beg as you closed your eyes.

You couldn't help it, the man just had this certain thing... vibe(?)... aura(?) about him that just made you soak your panties through. The moment that his lips landed on your neck, you were a needy, horny mess for this man, and you can't help but shudder. He knew every button to press, every place to touch, and every word to say to turn you into a compliant, needy mess in his arms.

"So needy."

There it was again. That teasing tone that somehow always managed to make your blood boil. He knew what he was doing, and that was only further proved by the way he low out a low, rumbling chuckle from deep within his chest as he softly sucked on the side of your neck, making sure to leave behind marks.

"Asshole," you breathlessly murmur, unable to put much effort into the half-hearted insult.

"Your asshole," he playfully chided as he bit down on the side of your neck and splayed his hand over your chest, squeezing and groping at your tits through the incredibly thin material of your shirt.

"You married me. I'm all yours."

"Don't remind me," you groaned, not quite out of annoyance, more like arousal.

Keegan's ears perk up at the quiet sound of your voice, instantly recognizing the  thinly veiled arousal.

"I thought you loved me?" He playfully whined as he teasingly picked at the elastic of your waistband.

You were such a goddamn tease. Always walking around in those tight, tiny panties that barely did anything to contain that beautiful pussy and his t-shirts, which hung off your frame in such a wonderful way due to how big they were on you.

"But that's okay. I know you love me 'cause I know I love you... aannddd this wonderful body of yours," he roughly laughed as he help your earlobe between his teeth, gently tugging on it and eliciting a soft groan to come from your lips.

You couldn't help but lean into him, loving the way he played with your tits as he slipped his hand into your panties, lightly dragging his fingers over the curve of your body.

"Such a needy, little, obedient wife," he softly teased when he feels you shudder in his grasp as he slides his middle and ring fingers through your slick folds, teasing at your entrance.

"So wet for me, too."

You whimpered, something that he would be likely to tease about, and a smug grin grows on his face as your pussy greedily sucks his fingers in when he plunges his digits into you. He smiled, lowly laughing at that fact that you were so wet that your pussy was practically drooling all over his hand.

"Kee...," you whine, pleading him to stop teasing you as you desperately try to move your hips, riding his fingers before he tightly grips your hips, stopping you, and letting out a slightly annoyed growl right next to your ear.

"Not yet, hun." He punctuates his words with a quick flick of his thumb to your clit, sending a sharp pang of pleasure through your body, and drawing a surprised gasp from your lips.

"Patience, my love. You'll be rewarded for it later," Keegan coos, gently working his thick fingers into your slick, aching pussy.

If he had his way, which he usually did, he'd spend hours with his fingers stuffed deep withing your wet heat, teasing and edging you until you couldn't remember anything but his name. But, he didn't feel like doing that today. Today he wanted to make you cum until you couldn't any more.

Your pussy made embarrassingly loud and wet sounds with each lazy stroke of his fingers. Every time he rutted his digits into your dripping cunt, and every time the rough pad of his thumb rubbed slow circles around your swollen clit, it sent boiling heat to build in your abdomen, building the pleasure until he quickly pushed you to your peak.

You loudly cried out his name, your hips involuntary jerking as you came on his fingers, your delicious juices dripping from your trembling pussy and onto his hand.

"Atta girl," he hoarsely whispered against the side of your neck as you gasped and moaned and gripped his wrist. "Don't worry, you'll get more."

You're welcome. I finally mustered up the mental strength to get over my writers block to actually write a part 2 lmao. I'm also so down bad for this man it's not even funny

[corbbbyboiii]

You Know I Care About You, Right?

Harvey x Reader, fluff, gender of reader not specified, one shot

You were always in the clinic. Always in his office. Whether you were injured, looking for an energy drink as a little pick-me-up, or just wandering your way into there just because. But, none of that mattered. You were in his clinic so often that the face of the large, bespectacled doctor was practically etched into your eyelids like a bad dream.

Harvey was happy to see you whenever you meandered your way into his small practice, sporting injuries and a basket of his most favorite things. It was almost like clockwork now. You'd come in twice a week, usually with a bottle of wine or a bottle of truffle oil and an eager smile.

"What're you in for today, honey?" He smiled and leaned over the counter towards you. Maru wasn't working the front desk today, so it was a nice treat to see him at reception.

*Honey*. The way that term of endearment for you rolled off his tongue always had your stomach doing flips.

"It's Tuesday," you laugh as you set a cup of coffee on the counter for him. Every Tuesday you came into the clinic just for him.

"Damn, I almost thought you actually came in here to get checked up for once," he laughed as he reached out and gently tucked your hair behind your ear.

He liked touching you, and you liked the way he touched you. Despite how hard you worked and how dirty you got on the farm, your hair was always so soft and your smile so warm to him.

"You saying that as my doctor or my boyfriend?"

That comment elicited a small laugh and the quirk of an eyebrow from him, which in turned caused your stomach to do even more flips.

"Why can't it be both?" He smiled, his nose rubbing against yours as he leans in to you. "I care about you... and you look like you got thrown down a flight of stairs."

"Eh... something like that."

It was hard to think clearly when he was this close, and despite the fact that you'd been dating for about six months now, you still weren't used to having this sweet man so close to you.

"You gotta be more careful," he sighs, gently tilting your head up as he plants his lips on yours. "You know I care about you, right?"

"I know."

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Keegan Russ

warning: slightly suggestive, fem reader, nothing else besides that, not beta read, no use of y/n, teasing, very short enemies to lovers (maybe? Idk what I'm doing)

"How's the air down there?"

That voice. That Godforsaken man and his smug ass voice that haunted your damn dreams. You could just hear the smirk on his lips.

"It's pretty windy out today. Be careful not to get blown away," he laughed, and the way that he subtly ground his hips against your ass as he slipped passed you didn't go unnoticed.

It was always like this. The moment you two were alone he let out a string of never ending jokes about your height. Hell, he wasn't even that much taller than you. But, it pussed you off to no end, and amused the hell out of him. He loved the way your face flushed in anger, and the sharp glares you gave him the second those teasing remarks fell from his lips.

"Shut up," you snapped as you quickly turned on your heel to face him.

He smirked when he heard the venom in your voice. He absolutely loved it, and the way you sounded like you hated him never failed to turned him on.

"You know you love it," he whispered in that honey smooth voice. His breath brushed against your skin... his lips dangerously close to your ear.

This man. This motherfucker. He made your blood boil - but he had that voice. A voice that made you practically melt into a puddle at his feet. Every time he spoke to you like that, using that honey smooth voice, you mind filled with incredibly lewd and filthy thoughts. No matter what you did, you couldn't get this stupid man out of your mind. His voice - everything about him lingered in the back of your mind and followed you into bed.

He let out a low, rumbing chuckle into your ear as he slowly slid his hand around your waist. The second he touched you, your entire body felt like it was on fire, and you couldn't ignore that pounding heat in your needy pussy.

"Keegan."

God, you sounded like such a needy bitch. And the way that you couldn't keep the neediness out of your voice - Jesus, you could already feel the teasing comments coming on.

"I know, honey," he murmured as he sensually slid his hands around your waist and pressed his face into the side of your neck. "Just let me take care of it for you."

Yeah, that's right... you've been cliffhangered (if that's even a word)

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Battle Scars

This is the first time I've written anything in a long time. So I'm sorry about the quality.

Summary: Ghost holds you while asking you about your scars

Warnings: Slightly suggestive. Other than that, none. Fluff. Toothrotting Fluff. Not beta read. It is what it is. Fem reader. No use of y/n. Brief mention of Knife play. Domestic(?) Ghost. Slight teasing.

You stood infront of your bathroom mirror, in nothing but your bra and a pair of sweatpants.     Today you felt especially insecure about all of your scars. Each and every one representing an event, both in and out of work.     Simon walked up to you from behind and wrapped his arms around the front of your torso, his massive body engulfing you in its embrace. His balaclava was no where to be seen, which was becoming an increasingly common occurrence when you two were alone. Not that you were complaining, you took every chance you could get to soak up his features.     "What you thinking about?" He rasped as you dragged a finger across a scar on your shoulder.     "Nothing important." You responded, turning your attention towards his face and resting a hand on his cheek.     "Really?" He mumbled. His head dipped down into the crook of your neck, his lips just barely brushed against your skin.     You made eye contact with him in the mirror has a gently grabbed ahold of your chin and tipped your head to the side, giving him more access to your neck. Your hand left his face and grabbed onto the forearm that held your head in place while the other gripped the vanity infront of you.     His other hand dipped down and began to trace a scar on your hip that started just below the waistband of your sweatpants.     "What's this one from?" He whispered, the gravely timbre of his voice vibrating in his chest as his lips barely grazed the shell of your ear and broke eye contact with you.     "Started messing with the wrong crowd when I was a teenager and got stabbed in a fight." You sighed as his lips worked further down your neck.     "And this one?" His fingers made their way up to another scar that spanned across one of your ribs, this one was smaller than the rest that littered your body.     "Some hookup tried to get kinky with some knife play and accidently cut me." You chuckled at the memory. "Major turn-off."     He paused for a second before responding with a low "I bet." His lips made contact before making their slow ascent back up your neck.     His fingers circled a scar from a bullet wound. "Mission in Serbia. Got shot." You explained.     He kissed your jaw and used the tip of his nose to trace the curve of it. You wanted him to kiss you. You wanted to stop talking about your scars. You wanted his hand to make its way below your waistband and make you forget about all of your problems.     "Simon." You groaned, your grip on the vanity and his forearm tightening.     You were met with only a quiet hum as he continued to place light kisses up and down your neck.     "Please." You sighed, feeling his hot breath fan against your collarbone and his soft hair brush against the side of your face.     "I'm afraid you're going to have to be more specific, love." He teased and you could feel him grin against your skin before he pulled away from you, his hands now resting on your hips.     You made eye contact with him in the mirror again, and felt your cheeks grow red from embarrassment. Judging by the look on his face, you could tell he was enjoying this.     You didn't answer him as you struggled, and ultimately failed, to work up the courage to do so.     When you didn't answer, he checked the time on his watch and stepped away from you. Your back felt cold from the lack of heat coming from him.     "Where are you going?" You squeaked, still embarrassed.     "Get your pretty ass dressed, we've got a meeting in twenty minutes." He groaned as he landed a light smack on your butt and made his way towards your door.     You turned towards him, but failed to get anything put of your mouth before he left your room and carefully closed the door.