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i’ve been binge watching each of remis new vlogs every morning, i have wedding fever and i’m single😭💕

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Photos from the LA protests against ICE (2025)

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seeing my man with his canonical love interest 💔💔💔💔

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when reading smut and y/n says “daddy”

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—𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭—

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐕𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐯 𝐱 𝐅!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬: Малышка (𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲/𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐡𝐤𝐚) милая (𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐚) моя красавица (𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲/𝐦𝐨𝐲𝐚 𝐤𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐚)

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 𝐀𝐛𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧/𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖, 𝐝𝐮𝐛𝐜𝐨𝐧, 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐨𝐫/𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐲𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐜, 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐦 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐎𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐥 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐯 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦.

Snow crunched under your boots, your footsteps leaving a trail behind you as you held your weapons close to yourself, ready if something attacked you.

Anton Dragovic. Other than the fact that he had intel on Makarov he was basically a nobody. Firearms dealer turned coward, But he claimed to know something and at this point your team would do anything for even the smallest crumb of info on the russian.

Your hands felt like ice cubes as you approached the abandoned building Anton requested—practically begged—to meet at. A few others from your team scattered throughout the inside and outside of the building while you went searching for Anton.

There were what felt like hundreds of doors throughout the entire place and you searched each one of them. After counting each room you’d explored you came up to the 13th door.

With deliberate slowness and silence you opened the door. But when you opened it, the room wasn’t what you thought it’d be. Anton—you presumed—was tied up to a chair, wide, teary eyes. A makeshift gag in his mouth made of what you guessed was a cloth and bruises adorned his face and body.

Anton shook his head when you took a step forward. A warning that came out muffled when you closed the door and walked closer towards him.

A sharp, small, needle-like object stung in your neck when you reached Anton. For a moment you thought it was a bug, but when a hand covered your mouth with a small towel that smelled of chemicals you regretted not paying attention to the terrified man in front of you. Your voice was muffled as you struggled against the large hands and strong arms around you.

“Shh, you signed up for this, agent (L/N),” a man cooed in your ear. The russian accent was a dead give away and you knew it was Makarov.

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You woke up somewhere cold. The bed was soft, comfortable but that made it more eerie because it wasn’t yours. One swift look around the room and you could tell this wasn’t supposed to look like an interrogation room.

The door opened abruptly and you finally saw him, his green eyes met yours. A pit grew in your stomach. He scanned you quietly, his eyes roaming over your face before it lowered down your stomach until they stopped where a blanket covered your legs.

“I was beginning to think you might sleep the whole day away,” he finally said, accent thick, You didn’t answer. Instead you took him in, his suit didn’t look wrinkled in the least, his shoes gently clicking against the marble floor.

A smirk grew on his face when you tried to push yourself far on the bed away from him. His hand wrapped around your ankle and he yanked you close to him.

He leaned down, took in your scent, like he was trying to memorize everything about you. “I didn’t know task forces recruited such beautiful women,” he whispered, pressing a kiss against your temple.

You shivered and pushed him away. Muscle memory makes you reach for your gun but you remember it's gone. Of course—it wasn’t there. He probably hid it. You cursed yourself. He chuckled, his smirk growing into a smile. It was unsettling.

“You have a dirty mouth, maybe we have to wash it out with soap” he said, moving towards you again. He didn’t seem to care about personal space because he pulled you close to him again.

Another shiver ran down your spin and your breathing became heavier. You blamed it on the danger of everything happening.

“You think washing it out will make a difference?” you bit back. His smile deepened, predatory and amused, like your defiance only entertained him. Like he wanted it.

“Oh, no, милaя…I just want to see your face when you taste the soap,” he whispers, pulling you up off of the bed. He’s dug his hands into your hair, a light grip on your scalp to force you to look at him.

“I don’t want to fix you. I want to see how filthy that mouth really is.” He leaned in, “Especially when it’s saying my name.”

“The only time you’ll hear me saying your name is when I’m holding a gun to your head” you whispered, threatening, but he laughed. Unconvinced.

“I’ll make sure you’re wrong, малышка” he whispered. “Even if it means ruining you.”

“Try,” you hissed. “You’ll find I don’t break easily.”

He smiled, slow and cruel. “Good. Then it will be fun watching you bend.”

A shiver rolled down your spine at his words, heat curling in your stomach like a traitor. You told yourself it was fear. Adrenaline. The cold air in the room. Anything but the truth. You weren’t attracted to him. Couldn’t be. Not to the man who abducted you.

“Fuck you, Makarov,” you hissed.

“Do you want to?” He tilted his head, those piercing green eyes glinting with amusement.

“Hell would have to cool down before I ever touched you,” you scoffed.

“Oh, малышка, why do you lie?” he whispered, pushing you down onto the bed, crawling over you. “Get off me.” He didn’t move. “Tell me to stop like you mean it.”

“I do mean it.”

He raised an eyebrow and chuckled. “Then why are you so nervous?”

“I will kill you,” you whispered. He smirked and leaned in closer to you, his lips ghosting over yours. “A nice way to die, in my opinion.”

For a moment you let him lean in closer to you, your breath hitching. His lips were maddeningly close. He didn’t kiss you—just lingered there. “You didn’t pull away,” Makarov said, a smirk on his face as he pushed himself up and sat back on his heels.

You hated that he was right, you hadn’t pulled away, and it fed into his ego.

Makarov pulled his coat off, his hands moved to his cuffs and unbuttoned the shirt. “You know I want you малышка” he whispered. “Tell me you want me too…”

“Fuck you.”

“Tell me the truth” he leaned down, his lips brushing against yours. You didn’t say anything, just waited for the anticipation to end, and finally accepted it.

He finally kissed you, and it was with an intensity that caught you off guard, slow, intimate. He wrapped his hand around your neck, pulling away from your lips and kissing your jaw.

“Don’t lie to me, малышка, tell me you want me,” he whispered. “I, no,” you whispered, out of breath. You sounded pathetic trying to deny him even after the kiss. He growled, tightening his hold on your neck the slightest bit and he kissed you again.

“...Say it,” he whispered into the kiss.

“I want…”

His heartbeat quickened as he listened to you, ready to give you anything you asked for. “I want you.”

He started tugging everything off, first his button up, then his shoes, followed by his pants. After, he started undressing you, first he removed your top, then your pants. “Fuck,” he whispered under his breath, kissing up your stomach.

“Mak–” “No, малышка, say my name,” he whispered, pulling down your only piece of clothing left—if it could even be considered clothing. He hovered over you, taking in the sight of you, bare, ready, all for him.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, mostly to himself. Then, like it was instinct, he lowered himself, kisses trailing from your thighs up until your cunt and he finally allowed himself to taste you.

“Vlad– Vladimir,” you gasped, his lips latched onto you like he was afraid you'd disappear somehow. A low growl escaped his throat as he swiped his tongue along your folds, savoring in the way you gasped and moaned.

He pulled your thighs over his shoulders, enjoying how they locked around him, he encouraged it, slapping the soft skin  whenever you tried to crawl away or spread your thighs. He ate you out like he was dehydrated like you were the only source of liquid around.

Makarov was proud of himself for the noises that you made. The way your breath hitched when his tongue was working into you and his nose bumped against your sensitive nub. It all fed his ego.

“Please– Vlad,” You gasped, a knot forming in your stomach, your legs trembling. You weren’t going to last much longer and you both knew it.

He didn’t say anything, just worked you towards the edge until you finally came undone, flooding his mouth with your taste. He accepted it gratefully and cleaned you up with his tongue—which only prolonged your pleasure.

“Perfect,” he whispered, finally pulling away and crawling back to be level with you. He leaned down and captured your lips in a slow kiss.

He pulled away after a few moments and trailed kisses down your neck, sucking bruises onto your skin, letting red bloom across your throat. “Are you ready for me, малышка?” Makarov whispered. Grinding his hips against yours.

You nodded, he didn’t believe you.

“Do you really think so?” He asked, his fingers travelling and sinking into your cunt. “Fuck, vlad…” The moan escaped your throat before you could think it through. He just hummed, “mhm, I know малышка.”

He was preparing you for him. His fingers spread you open with a scissor motion to ready you for a third finger. “Малышка, are you really ready now?”

Again, you nodded, whimpers and moans coming from you as you came again, coating his fingers in a sticky residue. He licked them clean before tugging his boxers off. His cock hard, the tip red. “Tell me if it hurts,” was the last thing he whispered before he thrusted into you. Deep. Slow.

Makarov enjoyed the sting of your nails digging into his back, he didn’t mind if he was marked with scratches later, in fact he wanted there to be scars. He wanted you to dig your nails so harshly into his skin for you to leave cuts. He wanted his blood under your fingernails.

After some slow pumps to let you adjust to him he sped up the thrusts, hooking your legs over his forearms. The room filled with the obscene noises of skin slapping on skin and moans.

“Take it, Малышка,” He grunted, pushing deeper until his tip kissed your cervix. “F-Fuck!” you gasped as he rubbed against the sweet spongy part inside of you that had you reeling.

You could barely form a thought as he drove deeper and deeper into you. His mouth was against your temple, his grunts filling your ears. 

The headboard slammed against the wall, the bedsheets twisted beneath you. There was no room left to think—only to feel.

You could tell you were close and all you could do was whimper and moan under Makarovs body. His lips latched onto your neck, kissing and sucking until another hickey bloomed.

“I’m gonna come,” you managed to breathe out. Makarov took that as motivation and pushed one of your legs over his shoulders until it was pushed up against your chest and you were forced to take him deeper.

“Take it, малышка, come for me,” he whispered, his hips stuttering as he felt you clench around his cock. “Come for me” he thrusted deeper than before and stayed there as you finished. Your thighs trembled and once you could catch your breath he pumped in and out of you again. It was his turn for his release now.

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Your body ached, your legs felt sore, and you didn’t have any strength left in your body. You tried to open your eyes but it was dark. You were blindfolded.

“Smile for the camera, малышка,” Makarov said, low, cold.

A sigh escaped your mouth as you struggled against your confinements. Makarov chuckled, you could imagine how smug he probably looked right now. You remembered everything and you regretted it. You should’ve resisted, fought back.

Makarov came closer, his hand tilting your head back. On the camera he was showing off the hickeys that adorned your neck. “No need to bother with a rescue mission, agent (L/N)’s already surrendered.” His voice curled with amusement as he held your jaw still for the camera.

He turned off the camera and removed your blindfold. “How are you feeling малышка?” he asked with a smirk. All you did was glare. He chuckled low. “Still fighting? Good. I’d hate for you to get boring.”

“I’m going to untie you,”—he whispered, his lips brushing your ear—“But if you try to run, малышка, I’ll chain you to my bed, and you won’t leave it again.”

It wasn’t a bluff and you stayed there in the chair as he untied you. After, he removed the gag from your mouth. “Моя красавица” he whispered.

“Do you like it when I speak to you in Russian?” he asked, noting your shivers whenever he gave a pet name. “No, I don’t know what you’re saying.”

“That’s the best part.”

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The second video isn’t as modest as the last, you’re still in bed, post-sex and Makarov’s fingers gently stroke your hair, coaxing you into a state of half-sleep.

“Still want to save her?” he murmurs to the camera, his voice low. “I think she’s safer here.” He smiles when you turn your head, nuzzling into the crook of his neck.

He turns off the camera and leaves you alone. Its his routine, some kind of torture where youre left alone in this room to reflect on what you two were doing. Guilt ate at you, you hated yourself for giving into him every time.

Even if you did get rescued, what was the point? Every time Makarov got in between your thighs you felt like you were betraying them.

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You couldn’t hear anything other than the crunching of twigs under your bare feet. You didn’t bother grabbing any shoes, you were focused on escaping.

You didn’t understand why Makarov left the bedroom door unlocked but you didn’t question it either. You took the chance and snuck passed the guards, the attack dogs.

Your feet hurt, your lungs burned, and your heart slammed against your chest. Even you were surprised by how long you lasted. Running for what you assumed was more than ten minutes. You were sure you were far enough. Sure you’d made it far away from him. Until you felt metal press against the back of your neck, followed by a click

He pressed the barrel of his gun a little firmer into your skin, “You surprised me.” he whispered. “You got far.”

“Now, come home, малышка”

You didn’t move. Maybe it was shock. Maybe it was defiance. But the barrel of the gun was replaced with the feeling of his arms wrapping around you. He hoisted you up effortlessly—one arm beneath your knees, the other behind your back. “You could catch a cold running barefoot.” he muttered, beginning the walk back to his estate.

You tried to fight back, kick him, hit him but your punches were weak, your body was hurting. After weeks of not training your body was weak.

“I hate you, fuck you”

You glared up at him, your face flushed with fury. You spat in his face. He stopped walking. Slowly wiped it from his cheek with a gloved thumb. Then smirked. “There she is.”

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The door slammed behind him, he didn’t waste any time in getting you in his bed. You shoved him first—palms flat against his chest, teeth bared. “I hate you.”

He didn’t move, he grabbed you, tossed you onto the bed like you weighed nothing. “How many times do I have to fuck you for you to understand you’re mine?” he whispered, tearing your clothes off.

His mouth crashed into yours—no warning, no softness, just heat and hunger and fury. His hand tangled in your hair, yanking your head back to deepen the kiss. You bit his lip in return and he groaned against your mouth, pulling your body closer to his.

When he finally pulled away, lips swollen, his breath was ragged. “Still hate me?” he rasped, forehead resting against yours. You didn’t answer. You dragged him back in.

Neither of you moved gracefully, you unzipped his pants quickly and tugged them off too roughly they bunched around his ankles. He groaned and tugged at your hair. “Careful, малышка.”

When there was nothing left between you but heat and bare skin, he paused. Just long enough to let you see how much he wanted you.

And then he pulled you. Legs thrown over his shoulders until you were bent all the way and his tip was at your entrance. “Already so wet for me,” he teased, getting a hold of his cock and slapping your cunt tauntingly.

“Makarov, I swear–” you huffed as he chuckled. “What are you going to do? I’m the one whos got you bent like a pretzel.”

“F-fuck you” you huffed.

“Oh, well in that case”

He thrusted into you, deep, fast. He didn’t wait for you to adjust to his size, he pumped into you with a pace that had you seeing stars. The mattress creaked under you as he slammed his hips against yours.

Moans and whimpers spilled from your mouth as his cock rubbed against the most sensitive part inside you. You sounded pathetic but you’d grown to not care because the way Makarov fucked you was like nothing youd felt before him.

Like he needed to prove something—to you, to himself, to the world—that you were his.

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Your team did everything. Rescue missions, satellite sweeps, intelligence briefings—nothing. There was no trace of you, like you had never existed. Weeks blurred into months. And finally, another video was sent to them. They expected to see what they'd seen before. You, his bed. But instead everything in the video was different.

You’re in a kitchen, in a black shirt that sits just right above your knee. It’s Makarovs. And he's standing behind you, hands on your waist as he kisses your temple, whispering sweet nothings to you.

It’s clear that you’ve given in, you lean into his touch now instead of pushing him away. And though your feet are scarred you’re not hurt anywhere else.

Makarov picks up a piece of fruit from the cutting board and holds it to your lips. You eat it without hesitation and he wipes the juice from the corner of your lips. “Messy girl,” he mutters fondly.

After a few moments he picks up the camera and points it at you. “Малышка, smile” he tells you—and you do.

“Beautiful,”—he whispers—“Tell them who you belong to.”

You blush and hug him, the camera pointing at the counter when he wraps his arms around you. “Vlad,” you giggle, and that's more than enough to make your team know you don’t need saving.

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would yall like makarov fics? (doesnt really matter cuz im already writing wher he eats it like a MANS)

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I love you ma'am. Your works are scrumptious. I haven't been able to read all of them. Mainly focusing on Keegs first before going to your other works.

It's nice to see another Keegan lover *throws myself to the floor and cries*

thank u sm! (literally melted when I read this) thanku for enjoying (since most of my pics are purely self indulgent👅) 🤍🤍🤍thank u for the support

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𝐛𝐛𝐟!𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: 𝗞𝗲𝗲𝗴𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗡𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀: 𝘀𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗼 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆, 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱! 𝗜'𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲, 𝗦.𝗥. 𝘀𝗼𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗼𝗼. 𝗣𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝗲𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝘁𝗼𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗶𝗻𝗱𝘂𝗹𝗴𝗲𝗻𝘁!

ᴋᴇᴇɢᴀɴ ʀᴜꜱꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ (ꜱᴄʀᴏʟʟ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴛᴛᴏᴍ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɴᴋꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴛꜱ!)

It was funny how quick I fucked up the end of the year events.

I knew that this was all my fault but I couldn’t sulk because it had already been done, there was no going back anymore because Liam and Keegan hated each other already, or at least Liam hated Keegan. We both knew Keegan was just frustrated but Liam took what he had said to heart and now they were on no speaking conditions. Everytime we passed Keegan in the hallways Liam would usher me into my next class. And yes, he started walking me to class because he didn’t want me to talk with Keegan.

It was irritating so I knew I had to find some way to get them to talk again but I didn’t know how.

Luckily they’d bought their suits for prom together so I didn’t have to do any work. I sat on a chair alongside my parents as Liam came out from the dressing room in his suit, a green tie to match his date's dress, cliche but pretty cute.

I tapped my foot impatiently on the wooden floors before hearing the shop's doors open and I saw Keegan. Finally, they had no choice but to talk now, right?

Right. Now they wouldn’t stop talking.

I rolled my eyes as we sat at a table in a restaurant. I wished Marley was here to keep me company but instead I sat opposite of Keegan and Liam as they chatted about the things they missed within the few weeks they’d been apart.

“Rolling your eyes at us?” Keegan asked, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Yes,” I said bluntly. “You two haven't shut up for three hours.” I took the menu from the waiter and gave her a polite smile and nod before opening the leather covered book.

“Fine, we’ll shut up, but only because we’re looking for food,” Liam said and opened his menu. I looked through the dishes offered and mentally checked them off as foods I would not be getting.

After ordering a silence washed over us.

“So, we all know who you're going to prom with,” I said to my brother, he hadn’t shut up about how his date had accepted his prom-posal. “Who are you going with, Keegan?” I asked, sipping on my drink. I said it nonchalantly, like it was a regular question; which it was, but I really wanted to know what girl he was going to spend time with. Was I jealous? Absolutely. Would I ever admit that? No.

I hated having the knowledge of who Keegan was going out with but I hated being in the dark about it as well. Plus if I could find out who he was dating I could find out what his type was—but he never had a pattern, he kinda just dated any girl who was pretty and nice.

A sense of anxiety made my heart ache as I waited for his answer.

“I dunno, I was gonna go with Alicia, but she moved so,” he shrugged and grabbed a roll from the basket on the table. “Really?” I responded almost immediately which rewarded me with a look from my brother. One that said Not happening. A look that he gave me repeatedly.

Liam had made it very clear that I would never be allowed to date Keegan, I wasn’t even allowed to like him, but we both knew nothing would stop me from having a crush on him. It was annoying and aggravating because I always thought we had something, or maybe I was just being delusional… hm, I dunno. But it was known that Keegan and I would never be together in this life or the next as long as Liam was around.

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I sat on the plush white couch in our house, our parents offered for Keegan and his family to be here so they could change and so our mothers could take their cheesy pictures of them in our backyard. “We’re done, get your cameras ready!” Keegan shouted from upstairs and our mom’s pulled out their phones. They walked down, like girls making their grand entrance in their pretty dresses, only it was them, and less elegant. I covered my mouth and held in my giggles as I watched the two reach the bottom of the stairs. “Something funny, dear?” my mother asked. “Yeah, I’m looking at ‘em,” I laughed.

“Very funny,” Keegan smiled and rolled his eyes. “Yeah, what a comedian,” Liam crossed his arms. “You can’t expect me to take you guys seriously when you guys tried to do the whole entrance down the stairs thing” I laughed. Keegan smiled and chuckled as he watched me laugh. “That was the whole point of walking down like that,” he said, stepping closer to me.

“Ooo! Stand together, smile!” Keegan’s mom said excitedly as she took a picture of us. “Y/n, why don’t you go with Keegan to the prom?” she suggested. “Oh, no, doesn’t Keegan have a–”

“Keegan doesn’t have a date,” his mom replied before I could finish my sentence. I turned to Keegan and raised a brow, how could he have not secured a date for prom? Keegan looked between his mom and I before he smiled. “Y/n, would you honor me as my date to prom?” he asked. My brows furrowed and I looked at my brother, who was so obviously against this but my mind and heart were screaming at me to say yes. “I– I don’t even have a dress–”

“Yes you do, you have several dresses, and all of them will suffice,” Keegan smiled. I smiled and ran upstairs. I opened my closet and searched through my dresses, trying to decide which one could be good enough for this. I grabbed a light blue dress and zipped it up. I scoured through my heels to find at least a suitable pair and landed on some white heels.

“I’m ready!” I rushed down the stairs and tried to act natural.

I wasn’t blushing because this has always been my dream, it’s just ‘cause I had to put this dress on quickly.

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Being Keegan’s date was awkward, I was surrounded by his friends that I’d never spoken to. I knew some of them from when my brother would talk about them but I’d never hung out with them. The girls were nice and welcoming but I still felt a pit in my stomach. As much as I loved the idea of being Keegan’s date, it was weird in execution. The thought that Keegan was only doing this because his mother told him to lingered in my mind, and that along with the constant need to suck in my stomach made this entire event overwhelming. I set those thoughts aside when I felt Keegan’s arm wrap around my shoulders, his warm body pressing against mine. “Did I tell you how beautiful you look?” he whispered. I shook my head softly and looked up at him, I could only hope he would notice how noticeable the burn in my cheeks were. “Well, does that count or do you want me to say it again?” he asked.

“Both” I whispered. “Huh, greedy aren’t you?” he smirked and chuckled. “You look beautiful,” he repeated and I couldn’t ignore the way his hand lingered on my lower back when he led me out of the limo. We walked into the building and were immediately blinded with the colored lights and rainbow dancefloor. “Let's take our photos!” one of the girls said, dragging her boyfriend along with her in front of the photographer and the rest of us followed them.

We finished our turn of taking photos and sat down at a free table but soon enough most of the couples left to the dancefloor. I sat around watching everyone, including Keegan. He didn’t force me to join them and I was a little glad, but at the same time I felt awkward sitting alone at the table keeping everyone's bags and coats safe.

“You don’t wanna dance?” my brother's date asked, sitting down and setting down two drinks, one for me, one for her. “Not really, I don’t know a lot of people here,” I smiled sheepishly and sipped on the soda. “Fair…why don’t you dance with Keegan?” she said, looking back at the dancefloor where Keegan was surrounded by his friends. “Right, they're always around,” she turned back to me and rolled her eyes. “Don’t worry, I’ll fix it” she got up and left abruptly, leaving me to scroll on Pinterest again.

“Here!” I heard behind me, I turned around to see the same girl come back with Keegan, dragging him over to me and leaving again. “C’mon!” Keegan said, taking my hand and pulling me onto the dancefloor as the music faded into a slow song. “You should’ve been dancing a while ago,”  Keegan said, his hands coming to hold my waist. “Why didn’t you?”

“I dunno,” I shrugged and looked around, I was scared of my brother seeing us right now. “Bullshit, you like to dance, why so shy today of all days?” he asked, I knew he wouldn’t give up until he got the real answer out of me. “I, I already feel enough of a burden for you, I didn’t wanna beg you to bring me out to dance since I don't know anyone here.”

“A burden? You think you’re a burden to me?” he furrowed his brows. “How are you a burden to me? I asked you to be my date,” he said. “You asked because your mom told you to,” I said, tilting my head to the side. I didn’t miss the flash of irritation that passed in Keegan’s eyes when I said that.

“I didn’t ask because my mom told me to, yes she suggested it but you know me, I wouldn’t have done it if I didn’t want to” he said, his eyes darkened. “I asked because I wanted to bring you, I wanted you to be my date.” his voice dropped another octave, and I was barely realizing how close we’d gotten. The tip of his nose brushed against mine. “Okay…then I was wrong, I’m sorry,” I said quietly. He shook his head and leaned in closer. “You don’t need to apologize, just stop being so self conscious, that's all I want, sweetheart,” he whispered and all I could respond with was a nod.

“I know you brother didn’t want me to bring you as my date, but I don’t regret this,” Keegan whispered. “Good…I’m having a nice time too” I smiled. It wasn’t my best answer but I didn’t know what else to say. “Y’know your brother would kill me if he knew what I wanted right now…” his grip on my waist got more secure.

“What do you wanna do?” I asked, there were many ways that question could be answered, he could leave me on the dance floor or he could tell me he likes me back. I was hoping it was the latter. “I could tell you, or I could show you,” he shrugged. What I didn’t expect was this option as he kissed me. His lips meeting mine as he pulled me closer—the slow dance long forgotten—like he couldn’t go any longer without feeling my body against his.

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thinking🙇🏻‍♀️

Simon sitting with his teammates for the first time in weeks since they’ve been called for a mission again and the second he takes off his mask to fix it Soap calls him out on the bruise on his cheek. Asking him where he got it, if he fought someone and Simon just has to explain that his missus punched him out of fear one night because she couldn’t recognize him in the dark.

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idk if you'd wanna write this, but cod w a s/o who has reaaally long hair? like, knee length? i'm just looking for keegan content tbh, but i'd like whatever you'd wanna write :3

this is so cuteness!!! Ty for the request babes🙃

Likes stroking your hair or brushing it until all the knots are gone or until you fall asleep. He loves it when you do it for him so he knows it'll be equally(if not more) relaxing for you.

Loves to fist it when shits getting smexy

Keegan has all the loe languages in my head (bc hes a green flag) so he does acts of service. Loves to search up different hairstyles for you. His Insta and Tiktok feeds are full of hairdo tutorials because he's always favoriting them to try on you later.

His favorite thing is to braid your hair, it's easy, simple, and cute. He does it a lot because when he'll play with your hair it's muscles memory to start sectioning it out into threes and start wrapping them.

And last but not least, that hair obviously needs to be taken care of, creams or oils, whatever it is he's sure it's expensive and he'll give you his amex and tell you to treat yourself. That thirty dollar hair oil? go ahead and grab it, might as well get all of Ulta while your at it.

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Okay Okay hear me out— Keegan with a girlfriend who likes to paint. He loves being her muse.

AHHH i love this (i want to get back into painting but i need new supplies tbh)

It started out with your sketchbook, Keegan knew you liked painting and art so he subtly added more things in his rooms, trying to liven the place up so you would have more things to draw. And eventually your drawing became of him. At first it was little drawings of his face, and when he found them he was thoroughly impressed by how much it looked like him. “‘s’so good, sweetheart” he would whispered as he stood over your shoulder, watching you shade in the little sketch of him.

Then it was more detailed drawings of his full body. Sometimes the main piece was his outfits but he couldn’t get over how much detail was put into his face, how many things you noticed about him that he never had. The faded splotches you’d shaded in to show the pink his cheeks, the little mole on the bottom right corner of his lips. It was all so impressive to him. Never mind the way you’d drawn his body, which was also impressive, he was flattered, but he couldn’t help but feel so loved by how you drew him.

Now it was almost overwhelming now. As he sat in front of you on a stool, (but booty naked) nude as he waited for you to be finished positioning him in the way you wanted to draw him. (Almost the same scene as in Bridgerton when Benedict is being sat in front of a female artist)

You finally sat down, drawing his face before his body. And after a good two hours you’d finished sketching his body. The sculpted part of his torso, the thick meaty parts of his thighs, the swoops and fluff of his hair. It was far from finished but it was still amazing ever in Keegan’s eyes. And he definitely didn’t miss the detail in his manliest part. The vein that ran down his cock was almost noticeable but he knew that the little shadow was there for a reason, because you were the only girl who’d ever payed attention to the detail on him—on his entire body.

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i saw that you had keegan requests open and was wondering if could elaborate more on meeting or general relationship with southern!keegan ? i love the way you write him and so i got curious when you mentioned it hehe. totally fine to ignore this too ✮ <3 tysm for your writing !!

tysm babes🙈💕

I should totally make this another series🙇🏻‍♀️

a few headcannons

- A gentlemen.

Keegan has this law that he abides by to treats you with the utmost respect and care. Opening doors, buckling you into your seat, buying you flowers, providing for you, cleaning and fixing your car—because a pretty thing like you shouldn’t pay a thousand dollars on something your man can fix.

There’s been several times Keegan’s had to lecture you.

“I know you’ve always been an independent woman, and I.. admire that ‘bout you, but you’re with me now. Alright, sweetheart? I open your door for you when we’re together.” Keegan says and closes your door again just to open it for you.

- The boots👅

Okay, perhaps this is self indulgent🤓

Keegan owns 500 pairs of boots, work boots, clean boots, his rodeo boots, and a few others. He likes them and he knows he looks good in them—or really, he just knows you like seeing him in them.

And when he pairs his boots with his cowboy hat he might as well just meet you in bed already and smack the hat right on your own head.

- Working

The man is a hard worker on the field and off. Taking care of the little lambs and bunnies you wanted so badly on your small farm. He just looks so scrumptious when he’s walking to the little barn while you sit on the porch and pet your golden retriever.

Don’t even get me started on his body babes.

Keegan walks around the house house and land when you two are out on purpose. He likes how your eyes burn holes into his body as he lifts hay off his Ford F-150 and leads the horses back to the barn.

Sometimes he even goes out with a shirt so you can watch him take it off.

Something about the was his pants fit him so good, and he has those boots on and the cowboy hat sits perfectly on his head as he walks around in the sun, is just 👌

A lone drop of sweat making its way down his back as he adjusts his hat is better than any smexy romance movie you’ve watched.

- Truck

His truck is on of his most prized possessions—the first being you obviously🙄.

But he has an old truck from his dad that’s in the garage because it barely runs anymore but he can’t bring himself to sell it. So he still has it but he drives his newer Ford F-150 instead. It’s also very special to him since it’s his first car bought on his own. And he looks damn good driving it.

Especially at the family functions when he’s backing in, looking back as he’s parking. And he gets out to unload the coolers for the party.

Oh and trailing back to the thing about him providing for you. He definitely bought you a little G-wagon or a a Bronco because he doesn’t need you complaining about how his truck feels like driving a tank.

At this point he’ll buy you a car for each day of the week, or your moods.

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You’d just been stuffed with food by your in laws at the family thanksgiving dinner and you and Keegan were just about ready to leave before the topic about some cars had rekindled. Now you had to stand in the garage by the rest of your (fairly new) family, watching as Keegan, his dad, brother, and his sisters husband talked about how to fix something to do with the engine. Or something like that, you didn’t really pay attention.

But now you were interested as Keegan explained he’d done the same thing to your car sometimes last week and he knew how to fix the damn thing.

You could feel yourself getting.. (erm👀) interested as Keegan mansplained how to fix whatever was wrong with the car. Something about the way he was taking initiative, talking, fixing, and leaning over the car was subtly reminding you his little habits in bed.

And once he finished fixing the problem and the car was as good as new, you pulled him out of the house without anymore side conversations and got him to go home quickly where he gave you the best night in bed.

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Or when you watched him mowing the lawn as you sat on your porch. It was hotter than anything you’d seen in your life. Was it normal to be this attracted to your husband? You didn’t know.

But you sat there in your silk pajamas he’d paid for as he pushed the lawn mowers across the grass. His torso on full display as he did so. His muscles flexed as he walked with the machine. Maybe you’d have to drag him back to bed after all.

I absolutely loved writing this, i had sm fun (can you tell? *literally wrote too many paragraphs*)

i’m definitely gonna have to write more of this version of him. lmk some more things i should add to his list of green flags🙇🏻‍♀️

thanks for coming to my ted talk👅

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guess which bitch is always talking abt wanting more schlatt fluff but not writing it cuz she forgets she has her own free will…

kk im writing👩🏻‍🦯

Schlatt was streaming as he played on his Minecraft server, his headphones were in as he listened to the donations coming in from his viewers. All meanwhile you were putting your daughter to sleep, reading her a bedtime story to get her to relax and make her sleep happily for the night. Your husband could be heard from the room across the hallways as he argued with his chat about rent being due.

An hour had passed since Schlatt had began his stream. The viewers were still spewing back jokes and funny insults to him through donations. Abruptly, he stared at the camera with some sort of anxious look, slightly widened eyes as he paused. He muted quickly, taking off his headphones and leaving the room. Jambo followed behind him quickly like he usually did.

The cat and the man both reached the little girl standing by the door happily. “Hi, daddy” your daughter said, putting her arms out for schlatt to pick her up, and he did so, swiftly and fast. “Hey, sweets, what’re you doin’ up?” Schlatt asked, brushing her hair out of her face.

“Mommy fell asweep, she didn’t tuck me in,” your daughter explained as she rested her head on her fathers shoulder. A sigh left Schlatts mouth as he walked back to his little girls room. “Okay, c’mon, let’s go tuck you in,” Schlatt opened the door and stared at you. You were snoring a little with a kids book in your lap, your neck cricked to the side—a clear sign of your exhaustion and abrupt sleep because you would’ve never chosen to sleep like that. A blanket was splayed over your feet up to your knees.

“I twied to keep mommy warm,” your daughter explained, making Schlatt melt at the thought of the little girl that was a replica of you try to get her own blanket on you because of how tired you were. “That’s, nice of you, sweets, but you need your blanket to sleep more, I’ll get mommy her own blanket” Schlatt whispered. He kissed your daughters forehead and laid her down in her small bed. “Get some sleep, sweets, tell me about your dreams tomorrow,” Schlatt whispered, grabbing the small blanket from over your body and laying it over your daughters body to tuck her in.

After everything he picked you up, carrying you bridle style, trying not to disturb your sleep. He turned off the lights of the room and carried you out to your shared bedroom. But with the movement of opening the door and turning on the light with you in his arms you woke up. “J..” you mumbled, rubbing your eyes as you slowly woke up. “Shh, go back to sleep, toots..” Schlatt said quietly, doing his best to coax you back to sleep.

“Did you end your stream? y’comin to sleep?” You asked. He shook his head in response. “No, I’m about to.. go back to sleep, I’ll be back in a few minutes.” Schlatt kissed your forehead, tucking you in under the blankets. He knew he shouldn’t lie to you but he wasn’t going to deny himself of going to sleep with you. He was meant to end the stream later but that had been out of his head when he saw your tired eyes.

He left quietly, returning to the room where all his computers were set up. He sat back down not even taking the time to put on his headphones. He unmuted as he closed Minecraft. “I’m ending the stream early.. Jambo’s throwing up, I gotta see what’s goin on,” Schlatt lied as he went to twitch his cursor hovering over the end stream button“I’ll be back.. i don’t fucking know when, bye.”

And with that he ended the stream but his viewers were already on twitter(or x💩) talking about how Jambo had looked fine when they’d seen him walk out of the room behind Schlatt. Was their favorite streamer hiding something? Maybe his other cat broke something outside. Or maybe he was hiding the fact that he’s married and has a little girl. Both of which he loves more than anything in the world.

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Keegan takin his girl on a date

would've posted this on valentines day but i was lonely watching set it up 😢 so ygs had to wait for a post cuz i was too sad

Keegan sat on the your couch, waiting patiently as you swore for the umpteenth time that you were about to finish your hair. Keegans eyes traveled over the room looking at the different shoe boxes that were open on your coffee table and on the floor "What's with all the shoes, sweetheart?" Keegan called out as he picked up some of the papers and heels scattered amongst your floor.

"Oh my gosh!" you said as you came out of the bathroom, "I couldn't find my other gold heel!" You frowned, you'd forgotten all about the missing heel when Keegan had arrived and you were still doing your hair. "Can you look for it, Keegs?" You said in a pleading tone as you put on your earings.

"Sure sweetheart, jus' finish getting ready," he smirked as you returned to your bathroom and he picked up the second gold heel that was on the floor peaking out from under your couch. "I found it, sweets" Keegan said, walking into the bathroom. He watched you with an affectionate lookin his eyes as you put the finishing touches to your makeup and hair.

"Okay, I'm ready now," You said, taking your heels from him and putting them on. "Yeah? You've got everything? Your phone?"—you held your phone up—"purse?"—you held that up too—"It has your lipglosses and mascara?"—you nodded softly and smiled proudly to be proving him wrong for the first time. "And your keys?" Keegan tilted his head. You frowned as you left the bathroom to go on your hunt for your house keys before you heard them jingle behind you.

"I think I better hold on to them for the night," Keegan smiled and wrapped his arm around your shoulder and guided you out of your house with a kiss to your temple.

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The rest of the evening went smoothly, the dinner was delicious and of course Keegan listened to you as you rambled about different topics far too quickly for anyone else to keep up with. But by now Keegan had mastered how to keep up with your personality. But even you tired quickly and now Keegan had to carry you back to his car.

"How could you forget your flats, sweetheart?" Keegan said softly, kissing your temple again and again. "Thats the most important part of your outfit, backup shoes" he smiled at your frowning expression.

"Maybe I wanted you to carry me" You shrugged, smiling proudly as his arms flexed as he adjusted you. "And is that so bad?" you asked.

"No, guess not, you're sneaky, aren't you?" Keegan smiled as he opened the car door and buckled you in. He circled around the car and got into the drivers seat, he could see the slight shivers you had and turned on the car, he was about to take you home but not before reaching into the back sear and giving you your spare flats he always had in case of this very predicament happening.

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happy birthday to me☺️

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my fav ted talk

What are your honest thoughts on Keegan’s voicelines and voice in general I’m trying to be normal about him but it’s not going so well

I cANNOt be normal about his voice nor his voice lines.

His voice is the perfect amount of deep and husky. But not to the point where his voice is so smoky it's annoying to listen to.

His voice sounds best when it's heard over the microphone in the game, it's like his voice is MADE for phone calls and recordings. His voice isn't overly breathy because that's how perfectly controlled it sounds. This man speaks with full confidence and security of what he's saying. You never hear doubt in his voice nor voice lines. If I were to put my hand or ear to his chest I'd be able to hear and feel the vibrations ripple and work their way through his vocal folds as the air and force produced the blessing that is his voice. It'd resonate and I would NEVER get tired of it.

When he tells you to "Get down, get down" it's actually so soft idk how to explain it, you hear the concern in his voice and the urgency he's commanding us with.

When he yells it's not startling nor grating, like when he's telling you where the targets are and he's just all up yelling in your ear, I could listen to him yelling at me ALL DAY long like that and my ear wouldn't even bleed.

The "watch and learn kid" line always makes me giggle bc wdym saying such a playful little joke like that it's as if he were warming or opening up enough to say such a thing but with that superiority that he's older and more experienced.

I LOVE WHEN HE SPEAKS SPANISH BECAUSE IDC WHAT ANYONE SAYS HIS SPANISH IS GOOD.

Every voice line of his is perfectly in tune with his character, you can still decipher his quiet guy personality mixed with the 'get down to business' attitude that is so important in his line of work. Whoever wrote his voice lines clearly understood his character and didn't make him say anything that wouldn't go with him.

I am not normal about this man at all, I love everything about him including his personality, background, quirks E ERTHTHIGN-