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FWB!Keegan who you slept with one night after getting drunk at a wedding

FWB!Keegan who had no problem with continuing the friendship and the sex

FWB!Keegan who always knew you better than anyone else and knows your sensitive spots now too.

FWB!Keegan who lets you bother him at any time of the day just for sex.

Oh, and it’s sex. No quickies, fucks, or cockwarming. Intimate sex.

FWB!Keegan who knows you so well know that he makes fun of you because you can never ride him for too long because you get tired

FWB!Keegan who bets you $100 if you can make him cum, but you have to ride him.

You who accepts the challenge because you’re sure you can do it and can prove him wrong, so you can get the money so you can buy yourself a sweet treat.

FWB!Keegan who says “y’got this?” with the biggest smirk as he lays back and guides himself into you. His voice is condescending and it makes you want to prove him wrong even more.

“mhm” you nod. “I’m getting that Benjamin” you say confidently and start moving. Rocking your hips against his and riding his thick cock.

“Careful, you’ll get tired” Keegan warns when you go faster, his hands are behind his head as he watches you. He knows your tells, your hips have already stuttered a few times and he knows there’s more to come.

“Will not” you huffed and bounced harder and faster in spite of him. Just to prove him wrong. He was so losing those $100.

“mhm…” he hummed, his hands resting on your waist now that you’ve laid on his chest. your head nuzzled on the slope of his neck. “how you doin baby?” Keegan says, rubbing your back. Your thighs are burning, so tired that you’ve resorted to small hums and whines instead of back talking and making jabs at Keegan.

“Tired” you whispered, panting softly as you take a break and let your legs rest. “i can tell,” he smiled to himself.

“need me to finish your job?” he asks, smirking at your hum and the gentle squeeze around his cock. He started moving, in and out, he starts slow trying to ease you back into your earlier pace.

“Y’did good, baby, so good” he whispers, kissing your head. Smiling as he feels you reach your climax and listens to your moans.

“my pretty girl…” he mumbles as he spills his load in you.

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Keegan P Russ, who just loooooves pushing you to the limit when he’s fucking you.

Definitely the type to fuck you stupid, until you brain is coming out your ears like water. Thrusting into you sloppy cunt with vigor, arching your back further so you could feel every inch of his swelling cock, his mushroom tip hitting the hilt of your cervix again, and again, and again. Bulging out of your stomach every time he bottoms out, having you cumming till your limbs are bones.

All you can do is take it, let him say whatever is on his mind, it’s not like you can actually form a sentence anyway, you’re babbling right back to his cocky words.

“You love this shit don’t you baby?”

“Love it sooo much keegan.”

“Wanted to fuck me so bad, now you can’t even think, where’s all that back talk Dollface?”

“I- augh- I can’t- so much Keee, was wrong, hngh-”

“Makin a fuckin mess all over cock, so fuckin wet.”

“Hicc- ugh- feels so- mmh- feels sho gooood, ‘m sorry.”

“So perfect, only for me right?” His hand will come down on your pulsing clit, rubbing in small circles to get you to let out a pornographic moan, “Gonna cum all over Daddy’s dick, huh baby girl, make my dick all pretty?”

He likes to push it, see if you’re willing to bite. Hook, line—

“Yes! Aungh- Wanna- shit- wanna make Daddy pretty,”

Sinker.

There’s a pause, just the sound of your joint heavy breathing, and then just as you’d almost gained your composure, maybe even let an apology of some sort sitting on your tongue— he’s slamming back into you harshly with a every meaner slap to the ass. Not letting you think so much.

He can’t help the laughter that escapes his lips, his ditzy little thing, “Thaaats it kid! Come on, fuck your sweet Daddy back won’t you.”

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Today we say goodbye to Loretta Swit, our one-and-only Major Margaret Houlihan. She took the character that started out as "Hot Lips" and turned her into Margaret, elevating her from a bawdy sex joke into a woman all her own: strong, capable, self-assured and self-reliant, a character whose whole identity no longer relied on a man or the men around her, those she had pursued romantically or otherwise. A woman dedicated to her work, to being an Army nurse, an Army major, and a woman who refused to let herself be outclassed or outnumbered by the men who surrounded her. In a sense, Margaret Houlihan was Katharine Hepburn in Army fatigues. Only one of four people to last from season 1 to season 11 - the others being Alan Alda, Jamie Farr, and William Christopher - Loretta Swit brought great depth to the role of Margaret Houlihan, not to mention passion and love, and for her work, she won two Emmy's for portraying Margaret (for the episodes "Are You Now, Margaret?" and "The Birthday Girls"). No doubt Margaret played a large role in the lives of many as the show aired, and no doubt she played a large role in countless others during reruns, and a large role in our own, here. To see the love an actor has for the role they play, the character they breathe life into, it will always leave an indelible impression, and there is again no doubt Loretta Swit left behind an incredible legacy during her 11-year tenure as Major Margaret Houlihan. To Loretta, to Margaret, we salute you, and we thank you, for everything. May you rest in peace.

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their little “wha” together is so cute

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Part 2 of ‘Bird Watching’ aka hot construction worker Simon x single mom

In truth, lying was something that came second nature to Simon Riley

He’d lied to his teachers in school about where he got his bruises and burn marks from, if they bothered to ask

He’d lied to his brother while their parents argued on the other side of the wall, telling him that everything would be okay

He’d lied to his dad about where he’d been all night, telling him he was making less money at the butcher job than he really was

Whatever lie he had to give to get through the day, get through the night, get through his childhood, he would offer up without so much as batting an eye

And as he got older, he started stretching the truth for different reasons

Whatever his CO’s needed to hear from him in order to let him do his job, then he’d let them hear it, true or not

Whenever people started asking too many questions, well-equipped sarcasm became his right hand man in avoiding the truth

Lying had always come in handy for Simon, whether it was a life or death situation or goading Soap into believing an obviously fictitious story, carefully chosen words and slight exaggerations had never steered him wrong before

This one, however?

Well, as he sat in an all too colourful daycare office with murals of ducks and bunnies watching over his every move, Simon began to wonder if this was one lie he shouldn’t have told

But then again, he wasn’t telling this lie out of malice, or greed, or ill-intent… he was doing this for you

Because at the end of the day, he’d be lying to no one apart from himself if he were deny how often you popped into his head

Ever since he’d first squinted through the glaring sun and spotted you through that flimsy chain link fence, since he’d heard your voice over the rumble and roar of construction behind him, since he’d spent less than ten whole minutes talking to you, it was as though something within him had started brewing, started changing

Similar to two live wires coincidentally meeting until an inevitable spark shoots through the air, akin to a wind chime that hadn’t rang out in years suddenly beginning to sway to and fro with the promise of strong winds on the horizon, or closer yet to that moment Franklin’s key and kite were struck by lightning and history was forever changed, meeting you had stirred something loose within Simon

For too long now, Simon felt as though he were nothing more than a man stuck behind the wheel, lost in the storm on an infinite stretch of road that would never lead him towards home, no matter how many maps or compasses or tools he may have, he was on a steady cruise control headed nowhere

But since he’d met you, since he’d learned about the situation you were in, you and your sweet little baby bird just as alone as him and up against the world, since he’d made up his mind and decided he’d help you in whatever capacity you’d allow, it was almost as if the fog had cleared from his tired eyes, as though he was finally glancing up from the maps and realizing that ‘home’ could be down any stretch of road he took, if he was willing to take it

You’d stumbled into his life on an afternoon like any other, instantly making a home for yourself in the recesses of his brain by that very same evening

His eyes now were constantly glancing at the phone number now tacked onto his fridge as he went about his routine, your smile appearing behind his eyelids as he tried in vain to fall asleep at night, or the image of the soft swell of your cleavage bouncing as you’d walked away playing on a loop in his mind until he’d accept he wasn’t going to be getting any shut eye until he allowed his hands to slip beneath the blankets

His early mornings were no longer spent cursing having to be up before the sun, instead he found himself staring at the empty spot across from him at the table, wondering if you were awake too, perhaps trying to soothe a fussy baby back to sleep, or feeding her from the same swollen breasts Simon selfishly wished he could suckle from as well

Or were you still laying in bed, staring up at the ceiling as you too struggled to fall asleep? Too worried about finding your baby bird a spot somewhere before the money ran out? Stressing yourself over things that Simon wished he could fix for you? That he knew he could fix for you?

Less than 24 hours after your first conversation, Simon had hounded just about every living and breathing soul working on the construction site, determined to come up with at least some bit of information, someone to contact, something that would lead him in the right direction, but everyone seemed to be just as in the dark as he was

He wasn’t easily deterred however, nor was he lacking in imagination, when he decided he was unwilling to return to his flat that night without being at least one step closer to having a valid excuse for calling the number that called out to him each time he walked through his kitchen, and so if no one apart from Simon happened to notice that every single blueprint disappeared from the site that night, well that was just unfortunate wasn’t it?

He’d nearly missed the phone call he’d been hoping to get the next morning, preoccupied with having to change his bed sheets after having dreamt of you again all night as visions of your soft body had him feeling like a teenaged boy again, he managed to snag his phone just before the ringer ended

As expected, the site manager had been on the other line, practically beside himself as he told Simon how he’d arrived at the site and discovered that some troublesome teenagers must have snuck in during the night and done away with their building plans, asking Simon if he wouldn’t mind driving to the supervisor’s office and snagging some copies

Simon had already been halfway out the door before he’d hung up

The foreman’s office was cluttered beyond belief, disorganized chaos he sifted through carefully to find the one piece of information he needed, and there amongst the loose papers and pencils and measuring tapes, was the next piece to the puzzle he was slowly solving; the buyers contact information

The blueprints were delivered back to the site in no time, having been kept safe in the back of Simon’s truck the entire time, and a carefully concocted story about needing to run to grab supplies for the job was believed by everyone as the tall man climbed back in behind the wheel and weighed his options

He could reach out to you now, he’d been able to find you the owner’s name, along with an email and phone number to contact, the promise he’d made to you was done, his duty fulfilled

He knew he could call, and you’d be overjoyed to hear from him, that you would be eternally grateful for his help, thanking him endlessly… but that would be the end of it, wouldn’t it? His role would be fulfilled, his duty done and over with, no other valid excuses for you to keep him within your orbit, he’d just be a kind stranger who’d done you an incredibly kind favour

But as Simon pondered that choice, he wondered, why stop here?

You were alone with a newborn, stressed enough as it was, you didn’t need more work being added onto your already full plate, he may as well go the extra mile and help you out even more, right?

At least, that’s what Simon kept telling himself now, as he sat in a too small chair inside of a much too colourful office, avoiding the judgemental eyes of the painted woodland creatures staring at him, as though they knew what his intentions were, waiting for none other than the owner herself

“Hi there, sorry to have kept you waiting.” The woman says as she walks in, reaching a hand out to greet him as he stands to meet her halfway. “My assistant director says you’re here from our newest expansion? The East end location?”

“Yes ma’am, that’d be the one.” Simon offers politely, lowering himself back into the chair he hardly fits in once she rounds the desk and sits down as well. It would make sense that that was what her assistant has told her, as that was the story Simon had offered, reasoning that he had to speak with the owner about the project, not giving them much choice when he showed up to the office unannounced

“There aren’t any issues with construction so far, are there? We shouldn’t be expecting any delays?” She questions, getting straight to the point. Simon appreciates that she isn’t wasting any time with small talk, he also wants this done quick, he’s got a pretty bird waiting on him after all

“No ma’am. Everythin’s on track so far.” He replies easily, omitting the small hiccups she doesn’t need to know about. “M’afraid that’s not why I’m ‘ere today.”

“Well, what can I help you with then?” She questions, an over plucked brow raising as she tilts her head

“Had a few questions ‘bout the nursery we’re buildin’ for ya.”

“Oh, well- I believe the specifications were in the plans for-”

“Not so much ‘bout the building itself, ma’am.” He cuts her off, not unkindly, but clarifying his point. “Was more so wondering ‘bout- well, it’s a decently big plot o’ land we’re working on. How many lil’ ones are meant be in there?” He asks, trying his best to ease his way into this conversation

“Currently, plans are set to have two preschool classes, two toddlers classes, as well as an infant class. With full capacity we could have up to 88 children in the centre. Why are-”

“How many of those spots are for the babes?”

“We can have up to 10 infants at most.”

“Alrigh’, and how many o’ those spots are available?” He finally asks, cutting to the chase, ripping the bandaid off. Simon watches understanding cross her face and she lets out a small scoff, not rude, but more so like she knew she should have expected as much

“Ah, I see now.” She says with a knowing smile sent his way. “I appreciate your interest in our centre, and I understand nursery spots have been scarce in the city, but I have to be honest sir, we do have a wait list policy. There are numerous families already signed up wi-”

“It’s a little girl.” Simon cuts her off firmly this time, not wanting to entertain whatever rejection she was preparing to give him. No, he wouldn’t be leaving here without good news for you, he couldn’t do that. He ignores the painted birds mocking eyes as he steels himself as presses on. “She’s just a tiny thing. Eight weeks old, almost nine now I suppose. Her mum’s got to be back to work, hasn’t got much of a choice. There’s no family ‘round to help or nothin’. She needs this spot for her.”

The woman’s lips thin as she looks at him with understanding, with sympathy, none of the things Simon cares to see unless she’s nodding her head in agreement. He knew it might take a little push to convince whoever was behind the desk to do the right thing, to help him do right by his birdie and her baby bird, and so he’s not ashamed, nor above saying:

“I’ll make sure the job’s done early.”

At this, both her brows now shoot up, obvious intrigue now painted across her features as she blinks at him.

“Pardon?”

“I will see to it that everything is ready ahead of schedule. Personally. The sooner the place is open, the sooner you start making money, the sooner kids are in and sooner parents are happy. Everyone wins.”

Simon watches her ponders his words, gears turning in her head as she thinks it over. She could easily refute him, call him out for being out of line and send him on his way, tail tucked between his legs. But Simon knows a desperate person when he sees one, knows just what people want to hear, and so he isn’t surprised when she’s suddenly standing from her desk, crossing the room to shut the slightly ajar door, and he smiles to himself slightly, knowing he’s won.

“Now when you say ahead of schedule-”

“Could have ‘er ready by the end of the month. I’ll pull the strings, make it happen. You leave it to me and it’ll be done.” He answers easily, confidently, like there is no question in his mind he can offer up such promises and see them through to fruition. Hell, he’d build the entire goddamn thing by himself day and night if that’s what she wanted to hear, whatever would convince her

“I mean-” she says, letting out a long sigh as she leans back in her chair, opening up a drawer and rummaging through for something or another. “I can’t lie, this wouldn’t be the first time we’ve made exceptions for someone, especially one of our own builders.”

Simon nods along, pleased with the way this is going thus far, though things take an abrupt turn when she next says:

“I would still like to meet with your wife and daughter first, just to iron out the enrolment details and confirm whether this would be a good fit, but I can- I could potentially find a way to make this work.”

And Simon knows this is the moment where he’s supposed to correct her, where he’s supposed to speak up and clarify that no, you aren’t his wife and she isn’t his daughter, that she’s misunderstood him and that the two of you are strangers he met earlier this week- fuck he doesn’t even know your baby’s name yet for crying out loud- all of this could fall apart tremendously as soon as she asks even a single question that he won’t have the answer to, potentially jeopardizing this entire thing for you and her, and yet-

“Brilliant. The missus will be thrilled.”

Alrighty first off, apologies for the delay between posts, writers block and life in general are so ew, but we’re so back babe

All the love on the first part was so unexpected and so so appreciated!!! Y’all have me looking like this with every comment and reblog and tag-

Gonna strive to have part 3 out before the end of the weekend hopefully, don’t want to keep you all waiting so long again

- M 🫶🏻

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good things will happen 🧿

things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿

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keegan russ' laugh

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when you barely know him, but crack a foolish dad joke, he's gonna roll his eyes. barely a twitch of a smirk under that balaclava of his. a sharp, short huff through his nose.

but, enough. enough to know you got to him. just a little.

over time, he'll let out a short chuckle, quip back. his eyes give him away, the little crinkle at the corner that has you beaming internally. your belly fluttering at the sound.

but, oh, darlin'.

when you really get him. probably six months, a year after meeting him. long enough for him to know you're not gonna run off.

you catch him off guard. the joke was an off the cuff quip back at hesh.

and keegan's laugh? god, you wish you could stick it in a jar and hear it forever. the full belly laugh that has tears in his eyes, the giggles at the end with his tongue pressed between his teeth in an attempt to stop, the way he presses his palms to his eyes to quell the mirthful tears-

and you swear to yourself to joke as often as possible around keegan, for the simple prayer that his joyous, beautiful, infectious laugh graces your ears again.

guys help im so in love with him 😭

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the way i fucking need subby keegan-

MDNI UNDER THE CUT

tags: bondage, implied torture kink, degradation, overstim, slight dacryphilia if you squint, vibrator

tied up subby keegan with a vibrator on his cock, head thrown back while his lover/torturer watches him reach orgasm after orgasm, until his brain is mush and he's sobbing like the pathetic whore he is. subby keegan who cums so loud, so long that his lover has to duct tape his mouth shut, his cock aching and red and shooting blanks. subby keegan who's a babbling, near sobbing mess as he's undone over and over and over-

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*screams* sirin you absolute genius. thank you for feeding me, mother. MUAHMUAHMUAH

shy ghost got me giggling and twirling my fucking hair

because this big oaf would do everything to try and avoid you on base. the man would willingly be late to a meeting. hell, he won't even show up to the meeting as long as it means not locking eyes with you. those pretty orbs that have him on his knees quicker than any bullet he's ever taken.

the second your laughter hits his ears when he's entering the canteen he's already half way back the way he came.

he just can't handle it.

your laughter that's incredibly contagious. the smile that you always wear somehow even when you're in pain.

those fucking eyes that have his toes curling in his boots, knuckles clenched so hard he swears he's torn through the fabric of his gloves and broken the skin of his palms underneath.

and when you do finally catch him in the halls of the base, his shoulders tense (because he swears he saw you walking the other direction), you can't get even a peep out of him. in your mind you think it's his reputation; big, scary lieutenant that always has the new recruits rethinking the career path they've chosen.

but in reality ghost is fighting his inner demons. they're going toe to toe in a gun fight and he's the bloke that brought a damn knife.

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*unintelligible screaming*

Newbie.

Keegan Russ x Reader.

TW. One night stand meets new teammate. Smut so MDNI. Kissing, P in V, memories of oral, confident reader, slight dirty talk.

(And it's a long one xD)

"Russ, have you seen the new girl? Absolutely stunning." He hears as he's heading to briefing.

There's been a buzz about you arriving for the last few days, and the way the men have been acting, it's downright thirsty, shameful almost.

"Yeah? Never seen a woman before?" He throws over his shoulder as he steps through the doorway, glad his mask is still on from gear practice.

Because there you were. Stood with your hip against the table, laughing with his team.

Keegans gaze flitters over your body, settling on your face.

"Oh fuck."

Memories of your hands running down his chest blurred his vision as he remembered the night you shared.

You pull away from the table, hand outstretched, clearly not knowing who was in front of you, taking in the figure before you, you breathe out shakily, pausing at his eyes.

You knew those eyes, they darkened at the sight of you.

Visions of his eyes holding yours as he slid the clothes off your body after a night out plague your mind.

"H-hi." You say softly, unsure how to play the situation, so you settle for a wave and a smile.

His gaze betrayed nothing, but you saw his fist tighten. Maybe he did remember you?

He nods in response. Taking your hand in his, both of you unable to ignore the spark that travelled up your arms.

The world closed in on you two, and you shudder under his watchful gaze. A cough startles you both, causing you to separate sheepishly.

The introductions continue, but all you could focus on was his hands, in gloves this time, instead of being wrapped around your throat as he trailed kisses over your shoulders, turning your head to the mirror so you could see exactly what he was doing to you.

Keegan was in a similar situation, as you laughed and smiled with the team, he remembered your soft smile as your hands tangled in his hair, guiding his face between your legs.

He could feel the heat crawl up his neck as he remembered how you smelt, how you tasted, and how the image of you pleading, back arches as you lose control to him made him feel.

Introductions over, Keegan excused himself quickly, heading to his bunk. He needed a cold shower and to remember you were his new teammate.

Stalking the corridor, glad it was empty for once, he grabbed his shower bag and closed the door, his breaths coming in shuddery gasps as his hands find his way down his body, his soul begging for release.

You were a one time thing. It didn't help that he couldn't scrub the image of you from his mind, in front of the mirror, bent over his sofa, legs wide open in bed... Your sweet smile, the noises he pulled from you...

Just as he unbuckled his trousers and shimmied out of them, he heard a noise from outside of the stall.

He flicked the lock open, to find you stood there, your gaze eating him up alive. Your eyes travel over his body, glancing at what was in his hands.

"Need some help? After all, we are teammates now.." You purr, closing the gap between you both, claiming his lips with yours.

Keegan makes little work of your gear, exposing your soft body to the air, making you shudder a little.

"Y-yeah, we should work together." He gasps against your lips, fingers trailing over your waistband before pulling your cargos down over your hips.

You let out a soft mewl as his fingers hooked under your underwear, eager to make you see stars, a brush over your sensitive folds as he captures your moan in another kiss.

His fingers enter you slowly, covering them in your slick as he sets the pace, reading your face for what you like.

It doesn't take long before you reach your first peak, legs shaking, sweat beading down through your top as he pulls out noises not unlike the videos you watch late at night. You had already had a night with Keegan, but this felt different, more urgent, feral.

"Close, Keegan. Im-" you pant, barely able to string a sentence together.

"Gonna come on my fingers babe?" He asks, his voice deep with lust. He didn't have to an idiot to know there was something sparking between you, you were made for him, and him alone.

You nod as you shudder around his fingers, his pace not slowing down until he's satisfied. With a smirk, he pulls down your standard issue cargos, and tugs the shirt over your head.

"Beautiful." He whispers, pressing his face into your chest as he lifts you up, the water hitting you both as he takes you into the stall.

"Ya' want this?" He asks thickly. You nod into his shoulder, cheeks speckled with blush.

"Gonna need words, sweetheart." He insists, pulling eye contact with you.

"Y-yeah, m' yours." You let out, your nails press into his shoulders as he slides home.

"Fuck..." Keegan whispers, pressing a kiss against your forehead as he pulls out, to press back in.

"Made for me."

He takes it deep and slow, your body wrapped around his, both of you forgetting where you are as he pulls pleasure from you like a talented musician playing an instrument.

You feel the licks of heat low in your stomach, your legs turning to jelly as you give in, his lips leaving marks you know you'll have to cover later.

"Squeezin' me so tight." He rasps, voice dark with lust.

His hips snap to yours a little rougher, eliciting a moan unlike he's heard from you before.

His finger traces down your body, to your sensitive bud, before tracing lazy circles over it.

He swallow your next gasp with a kiss, rolling his hips deep into you as he sets a strong pace on your clit. Your body was wound tight, and you were so close...

Until he pulls out, leaving you empty. You pout and he laughs, before sitting on the shower bench and pulling your body on top of his.

"Take what you need, sweetheart." He offers, stance wide, a full satisfied smirk on his face.

You eagerly rise to the challenge, settling down on his length, you feel the stretch a little more this time, and tentatively roll your hips against his.

"S-so good." You slur, your pleasure taking you higher. You set a strong pace, looking down at Keegan, who begins tracing kisses over your chest and collarbone, resisting the urge to snap his hips up to yours.

"Yeah? Feeling good?" He asks tightly, his restraint fading at the sight on you riding him so well.

He plants his feet on the floor, and meets your hips with a single thrust, knocking the air out of your lungs.

"This what you were thinking about in there?" He asks, his hands travelling down to your hips, holding you in place.

He smirks at your nod, your shuddering breath tells him you are close again.

"You gonna come on my cock, sweet?" He coos, watching your eyes glass over, an unintelligible ramble signifies how close you are.

You fall apart, body shuddering, back arched, eyes closed as you come, squeezing down on Keegan, who can't help but finish shortly after you, his face buried in your neck.

You stay there for a few minutes, allowing your bodies to get back under control.

"Welcome to the team." Keegan smiles, pressing one last kiss to your lips.

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Keegan Russ x Reader Songfic - Eastside by Benny Blanco, Halsey, & Khalid || Puppy love grown up trope.

His.

Keegan Russ' whole adult life has been spent in the military. First, the Marines, then the Ghosts. He doesn't do love, or relationships. At least... Not anymore.

She used to meet me on the Eastside

In the city where the sun don't set

Long ago, before it all, Keegan was twitterpated. Absolutely enamored with a girl he dated in high school. His love. Always together, laughing, finding nothing but joy, pure, unadulterated affection and adoration in her. The way the sun reflected in her eyes, on her hair. How soft her skin was, the way she looked at him like he was the only boy she'd ever look at...

And every day, you know that we'd ride

Through the backstreets in my blue Corvette

And he bolted. Watched his parent's marriage fall apart, didn't want to make the same mistake they had in getting married too young and having a family. The pressure from his dad to join the Marines took hold and well, the rest is history.

The day he left put a scar on his very soul that no amount of one night stands could heal. The way she broke, sobbing and trying to get him to stay, to run away with her, anything to keep him... It broke a part of him that he didn't know could ever heal.

So come away, starting today

Start a new life together in a different place

So baby, run away with me

But that didn't stop him wondering. For years, he thought about her. If she'd moved on, if that broken look on her face when he told her he was leaving town and not coming back was ever replaced with a smile, and a ring. If she'd ever moved on from him. He thought about the life they might've had, if he'd just been a bit braver. If familial pressures hadn't gotten to him, hadn't... ruined his love.

Baby, you know just wanna leave tonight

We can go anywhere we want

Drive down to the coast, jump in the sea

Just take my hand, and come with me

Until the Ghosts were dissolved, and he found his way back to the city where the sun didn't set. Until the very moment he'd made eye contact with her again after 15 years, working at a cash register. Suddenly, he's 16 again, shaking her father's hand and being terrified that the older mechanic would dislike him enough to make her stay away from him.

I know your daddy didn't like me much,

and he didn't believe me when I said you were the one

Before he knows it, he's walking toward her.

Hers.

She hadn't seen Keegan Russ in years, but he never left her head. She'd wanted nothing but him, all these years. Pining after a ghost that'd left her behind years ago to pursue a dream driven by his father.

Seventeen, and we got a dream to have a family

A house and everything in between

And then, oh, suddenly, we turned twenty-three

Now we got pressure for takin' life more seriously

Nowadays, a cashier in a grocery store. Never moved on from Keegan, and how could she? His eyes are home, even in her dreams. Icy blue, dark eyelashes. Dark hair. Stunning in the way a statue is.

Her mom held her for days after he left, and the crying continued for weeks after that. His hoodies he'd left behind held their scent of him for almost a year, the inner collars stained with cheap mascara and tears.

It took two years more for her to hide them. She still can't bring herself to throw them away. Her job is shit, barely pays enough to live but she manages. Day by day, night by night, she manages.

Her cat helps, in the endless monotony that her life is. Wake up, brush teeth, eat something, go to work, get home, eat, read, brush teeth, go to bed. The city where the sun never set stayed exactly the same.

Her friends left her alone. They didn't know what to do, what to say... So, she worked. And hoped against hope that she'd see him again.

We got our dead end jobs, and got bills to pay

Our old friends are now our enemies

And now, I, I'm thinkin' back to when I was young

Back to the day when I was fallin' in love

The thoughts of Keegan got her through most days. The way he looked at her like she'd be the only girl he ever looked at, the way he held her, kissed her, touched her like she was something precious.

The way falling for him was so easy, as natural as breathing, and how lucky she felt every time she saw him, waiting for her by the train tracks in the abandoned mill district.

He used to meet me on the Eastside

In the city where the sun don't set

But, all of that now meant nothing, or almost nothing. Just puppy love. Until she looked up, and saw those wintry eyes again. A set of eyes, so unexpected in her place of work, that made her heart jump and simultaneously relaxed her entire body.

Theirs.

Across a busy storefront, their eyes meet for the first time in 15 years. Hers and his, finding an unforgettable lifelong familiarity. She never breaks eye contact, holding it as she asks her boss to take her break, and walks off the register without looking back, making a beeline for the 6'1" former Sergeant.

He's half expecting to get slapped, told to pound sand, told to fuck off. He braces for the impact that comes in the form of two arms around him, a face buried in his neck. Keegan's arms wrap tightly around her, breathing her scent in, noting that she feels smaller- or he got bigger in his time away.

"Sweet girl-" He starts, but she cuts him off with a pinch to his bicep he winces at.

"That," She states firmly. "Is for leaving me." She pinches his forearm harder. "That is for letting me think you died."

She softens. The anger leaves her, eyes softening and misting with tears. "This is for coming home." She whispers, and presses a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. "And this," she whispers again, leaning closer in. "Is for coming to get me."

So, baby, run away with me.

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Girlie?? You good??? It’s been more than a week since you last updated this account

im fine omg 😭 ive been working on a few requests but youre super sweet for checking ♡♡

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Hello!! Just wondering what kind of requests you’re up for taking, cuz I have a pretty long/elaborate idea, but idk if you’re really up to writing a series

It’s completely up to you how long or short you want to make it. And feel free to change or alter whatever you want within the story, I just felt like turning to you with this idea, cuz your writing is immaculate 💕

Anywho, I just wanted to know what kind of requests you’re feeling up to writing. Stay safe and have a nice day ❤️

ahh i love this!! i'll write anything, smut, fluff, whatever, a pretty basic outline is all thats required and from there i'll work somethin out.

also, i am so honored!! seriously thank you for reading and enjoying my work, all i wanna do is make people feel something and im really glad that ive been able to do that.

for cod, im most comfortable writing 141/Ghosts, idk shit about Kortac or most Spetznaz operators. i'll write mash, supernatural, all sorts of stuff, so hit me with requests!!

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In the hashtags type the warning "dubcon" "noncon" "whatever thing it is you need to warn about"

It's so fucking easy. Be a responsible writer and use the god damned tags. If you can tag fandom and ship stuff you can tag warnings

its *literally* written in the top.

be a responsible reader and dont consume triggering media.

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Butcher!Simon

- Butcher!Simon who was having the slowest day until you walked in. The jingle of the door bell brought his eyes to your pretty frame stepping in his shop

- Butcher!Simon who watched you a little too intently as you looked at each cut of meat in his display case.

- Butcher!Simon who raised his eyebrows in amusement when you pointed and asked so sweetly for “that one”.

- Butcher!Simon who had to hold in a genuine laugh when he asked you “Tri tip or flank” to which you responded with “yes” and the cutest look on your face

- Butcher!Simon who had to grab onto his apron to ground himself when he said “I gave you two options sweet’art” and you blushed so embarrassed looking at him with the sweetest innocent eyes.

- Butcher!Simon who asked “you ever been in a butcher shop before” and when you shook your head no he did let out a laugh. “Talk to me sweet’art. What’re you making and then I can get ya what ya need.”

- Butcher!Simon who listened so intently when you described the meal you wanted to make, hoping to impress your boss and his wife.

- Butcher!Simon who went into the back to get you his best cut and wrote down instructions on how to cook it.

- Butcher!Simon who’s heart swelled up when you walked in the next day so excited to tell him that it went well and to thank him for

- Butcher!Simon who wasn’t going to let you walk out the door again without getting your number (and giving you his favorite cut of meat and promising to cook it for you)

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Y/N: Torturing König for information

König: Oh... that's quite nice

Y/N: Why can't anyone take me seriously. Fuck this, Ghost can deal with this

König: NO please- I can be normal about this!

Y/N: Can you.

König: ...no

Y/N: GHOST! COME HERE!

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Alright now, hear me out anon- i hope you don't mind me turning this to 3k words porn.

big thamks to my mommy-auntie (montie?) @ahobaka-trash for beta-reading

KonigxReader + GhostxReader

tw : edging, implied torture, hostage interrogation, blueballing, dead dove, free use interrogation, open ending

AO3

rated : E

word count : 3092

Ghost wasn't dumb. He knew exactly what was going on in that giant's head, ever since he saw you innocently beaming at them, gesturing at your catch, a hostage.

Konig was his name, a fucking colonel. No offense to you luv, but from how everyone glanced at each other, no one believed you could take down that hunk of a mountain.

But a hostage is a hostage.

"GHOST! COME HERE!" he heard you yell. After a nod from Price, he then stepped inside the interrogation room.

You were not assigned to interrogate him at first. But Konig is tight-lipped, barely flinching at any pain, and made no sound except when he demanded your presence.

Dark brown iris lazily trailed to their hostage, who was now shirtless- well except for the shirt on his head which they couldn't get off him. It was like the colonel simply let them do what they wanted, but put his foot down when they overstepped his boundaries. Like he was in charge instead of them.

Ghost took in the cuts and bruises. They definitely looked painful, unpleasant. But from what he heard when he stood behind the one-way mirror, the soft moans and heavy breathing, it seemed like it was doing the opposite.

bastard's fucked in the 'ead, the lieutenant thought.

The usual method of torture wouldn't work on him. Ghost needed to improvise.

He said nothing and simply stood behind you before leaning down to whisper in your ear "Do you trust me, luv?".

You looked back, big doe eyes blinked at him in confusion. That innocent look on your face always made him question how the fuck did you survive working alongside them all this time.

"Um.. yes-?" a gasp slipped out your lips before you could say more, gloved hand fisting your hair and tugging back towards him. You went rigid like a kitten held by the scruff.

"Yeah?" He asked again in a low purr, the other hand trailing up your torso to squeeze your tit.

You gasped again, staying still as your eyes immediately looked at the large mirror where you knew the others were watching. Expecting anyone to say something.

Silence 

Like they were waiting for your greenlight. No interruption from your captain, nor the hostage. It was all up to you what's gonna happen next.

Silence, except for faint panting from the colonel tied up in front of you.

You nodded.

And instantly, your top was ripped off of you.

You didn't get enough time to react to it, your pants got yanked down, now pooling around your knees before slowly falling to your ankles.

"Y'gonna talk now?" Ghost asked, slipping into that persona he always used in this situation. Straight to the business and no-nonsense, nonchalant about his colleague who was now half naked in his grip.

You could see Konig's eyes darkened as his pupils dilated, his breathing was heavier than before. Then, his blown pupils glanced up at Ghost while he tilted his head as if he was taunting him.

The grip on your hair tightened and you were pushed forward just enough for Konig to lean in and tug your bra down with his teeth.

Your lips parted and you feel that clench. Mind and body against each other. You shouldn't be enjoying this, a voice in your head said, scolding you for getting your panties wet.

With your tits now exposed to the cold air of the interrogation room, your nipples perked invitingly. You held your breath when your hostage opened his mouth to have a taste, only for it to be denied when you got yanked back.

"Well?" Said a voice beside your ear, though it was directed at the man in front of you who stared unblinking at your lieutenant before trailing down to your breasts which were now being fondled by two gloved hands.

"..What do you want to know?" The colonel said, sounding serious for the first time since you've met him.

"You work for Makarov?" The question was growled at him, yet your body reacted with a shiver and you couldn't help but whimper. Red flushed your cheeks, your eyes once again darting to the mirror.

Konig simply hummed in response, and you couldn't really tell if that was a yes or a no. Ghost seemed to have the same thought since he pinched your nipples hard and pulled. 

"Please-!" You yelped out a plea, not really knowing who it was directed to.

The cloth on the hostage's head shifted, he was licking his lips under the hood. "He is a client" he finally said. You let out a sigh of relief when Ghost loosened his hold but didn't let you go, massaging your breasts more softly as his fingers rubbed your nipples as an apology.

That was a big intel, Makarov is working together with Kortac. The colonel himself confirmed it, an enemy, not some unlucky passersby.

You tried your best to take all the information, you really did. But it was really hard with how your lieutenant fingers danced on the sensitive nubs.

"You were with ‘im?" Ghost asked. His voice is gruff yet steady compared to the colonel in front of you, like it's normal to use his coworker as an interrogation tool. To be honest, you are quite scared of what Ghost can do to you to make Konig talk.

And you're ashamed of yourself for how that fear brought heat to your core.

Konig didn't respond once again, a silent command for Ghost to do something. And you wondered who was really in charge here, definitely not you though.

Your train of thought was interrupted when a pair of strong arms hoisted you up, one leg raised until your knee was pressing against your chest while your other leg was left dangling. Despite the cotton panties covering your cunt, you still felt very exposed, being spread out in front of one of your enemies of all people.

A pathetic whine slipped out of your lips, which were swollen from you biting down on them previously. A thick finger rubbing between your folds through your panties. Slow yet firm, soaking  the cotton  even more.

"Were you with Makarov?" Ghost asked again, voice lowering an octave. Whether to intimidate or maybe he was just as affected by all this too.

"No" Konig responded shortly. His body shook slightly and you noticed how he tried to pull his hand out of the handcuffs behind the chair. Like he wanted to touch you, or maybe himself, from the obvious bulge in his pants.

You swallowed at the sight.

"D’you know where 'e is?" Your lieutenant asked as his finger kept rubbing you, trailing up to circle your clit through your panties which made you whine.

Konig stayed silent again. Like he didn’t want to interrupt the lewd voices you made as you slowly unraveled in your superior's hands.

Ghost clicked his tongue, feeling impatient but still played along with the game. His fingers trailed up to the waistband, trailing across the fabric slowly like he was taking his time appreciating the delicate panties before ripping it off and tossing it with your other torn garments.

Before you could have a chance to mourn the loss of your panties, two thick fingers rammed deep into your pussy. You could only squeal, throwing your head back against his shoulder. "Ah, ah, ah-" A gasping moan with each thrust aiming at your gspot.

"Where. is. Makarov?" Ghost growled, each word emphasized with a hard thrust that got you keening.

"Si- Ghost, please.." It took you a second to realize that was your own voice.

"Not up to me, sweet'eart" The lieutenant replied without taking his eyes off the hostage.

You panted, following his gaze to the colonel in front of you. His half-lidded eyes, pupils so wide with light blue outlining them, and if you focus past the wet squelching noises you can hear him breathing heavily.

"..Konig"

His whole body jerked at your plead. "Scheiße" You heard him hiss under his breath.

"I don't know, we only interacted through a third person or a call" He continued. With your mind all jumbled, you questioned for a second about who he was talking about, oh right Makarov, we're gathering intel on Makarov.

"Don’t even try lyin’" Ghost tutted and curled his fingers, pressing against that sweet spot that made you whine pathetically.

You heard Konig chuckle breathlessly. "Oh, i won't lie to this hübsche kleine schlampe. Don't want to break her heart" he shrugged.

Ghost held back from rolling his eyes and scoffed. "What’d 'e pay ya for, then?".

Expecting another silence, Ghost didn't wait for a response. Pushing you down on your knees before shoving your face onto the colonel's crotch. "Open" He whispered lowly in your ear, tilting your head just so, your lips pressing against the zipper on the hostage’s pants.

With your teeth, you tugged the zipper down. And your eyes widened when you saw his throbbing cock. You took in the veiny shaft, the pinkish tip glistening with precum under the dim lighting of the interrogation room. filthy git went full-on commando on his job.

"What’d 'e pay you to do?" Ghost asked once again as he pried your mouth open, a silent command for you to make good use it. Then you felt the colonel go rigid when you wrapped your lips around the tip.

"..Retrieving a package" The colonel answered as he tried to buck his hips, hoping to shove more of his dick into your mouth. You started to panic, you didn't know if you could take more. He was really big, too big. And that's something, since you've taken Ghost before.

"What's the package?" The lieutenant asked as he slowly pushed you down, forcing you to take more, not caring about your muffled noise.

You felt the tip nudging the back of your throat, your eyes tearing up and you whined around the girthy cock as Ghost kept urging you to keep going. This is how you're gonna die, choking on some enemy's dick.

"Verdammt- i don't know" You heard Konig say through gritted teeth when you felt your nose buried in a bush of hair, somehow managing to take all of him. Looking so pliant and pathetic, batting your wet eyelashes up at him, as you focused on remembering how to breathe.

Ghost jerked your head back, and forward, again and again. Fucking your throat with the colonel's dick, hard without mercy.

"Don't give me that bullshit" Growled the lieutenant. Though, he didn't expect a response, letting the hostage lose himself in the wetness of your mouth.

Before you were  pulled back by your hair, letting go of the cock with a wet pop. And you heard Konig whimper, his cock twitched violently, robbed from his release.

It took a while for Konig to respond, trying to regain his control back from the pleasure, steadying his breathing before speaking. "I really don't know, they told me nothing, I asked nothing. We only care about finishing the job" He said. Though, you can see his eyes glint mischievously. He was keeping something from them and felt in control because of it. Taunting your lieutenant to give him more of you in exchange for that.

It seemed that  Ghost thought of the same thing since he yanked you back up and forward. You thought he wanted you to sit on the colonel's lap and you were going to, but then he held your hip in one hand while the other still had a fistful of your hair.

Then he shifted you above Konig’s lap, until your pussy lips are rubbing against the tip of the colonel's cock. Taunting back.

"Try again" The lieutenant's voice rumbled. You didn't know if you imagined it but you could hear him smirk.

The colonel was holding back from bucking his hips. Not wanting to give in just yet so he could get more. Just a bit more. "As I said, I have no clue" He shrugged, the smugness in his voice is more obvious now.

Even though you had expected it, you still gasped. It was just the tip, but the stretch made you exhale shakily. Your legs trembled slightly, and you were sure without Ghost holding you up you would definitely fall onto the colonel's lap.

Konig sighed, whether it was in exasperation or pleasure you didn't know. Probably both.

"Missiles.. possibly nukes," The colonel said without being asked. "Overheard them talking about it, though my Russian is rusty so take it with a grain of salt" he continued.

Ghost hummed into your ear, gloved hand reaching down to toy with your sensitive clit. It was as if he was rewarding you for making the hostage give them such valuable intel.

Though, he didn't reward the man who gave the intel. Making him suffer by making you clench around his tip, not letting him sink even another millimeter of his dick inside  you.

"Where are they stored?" The lieutenant asked, lips against your ear, hot breath making you squirm. There's an itch in your core, this was torture for you too.

"Stop movin’, princess, unless ya want me to stop 'ere" He whispered lowly so only you could hear it, stopping the circling motion on your clit to pinch so hard it almost hurt. It's too much, but also not enough. And now you're dripping down an enemy's dick like a slut.

"I can pinpoint the location on your map" Their hostage hissed, his voice was a bit shaky and those bright blue iris locked in at the spot you and him were connected. "Untie me" He added, his eyes now locked onto your lieutenant's.

Ghost scoffed condescendingly. "Ain’t 'appenin'" he said.

You heard the colonel let out a dry chuckle. "Worth a shot" he murmured to himself.

"Just shoot it" Ghost demanded whilst moving his fingers on your clit. Flicking with his thumb, sliding two fingers up and down whilst squeezing the sensitive nub between them, massaging the top agonizingly slow, making tiny circles.

"Go on, tell 'im, luv" Deep voice purred sultry into your ear and you cried out when he lifted the hood of your clit and roughly rubbed the exposed underside. You started shaking, your back painfully arching with the overwhelming pleasure. Too much.

"Konig.. Konig-" You pleaded pathetically, squeezing the head of his cock inside of you. More of your slick dripping down his shaft.

Konig groaned, both at the sinful sight and the way your sweet voice sang his name. "Why should I? I don’t need you slitting my throat once youget all the information" He sneered.

A gloved hand slapped your clit and you squealed. "Please, please-" You whined. Doe eyes all teary as you locked eyes with the hostage.

You could feel Konig jerk beneath you as your channel clenched uncontrollably around his tip.

"We won't" Ghost responded. "Be daft of us to get rid of a bloody colonel just for this shite, and you know it" He added.

Konig snorted in response but said nothing.

"So?" Your lieutenant asked once again, pushing for an answer.

"I assume you would keep me here to exchange for something with Kortac, it's rude to keep your guest tied, no?" Konig said mockingly, making  Ghost narrow his eyes.

"You ain't no bloody guest" Ghost growled and pinched your clit again, tugging it painfully while his other hand pulled at your nipple in a similar way, making you go crossed-eyed. "Now, spit it out" The lieutenant added, his voice was booming compared to your little pleas "pleasepleaseplease".

The colonel sighed, like he took pity on you. "Abandoned hospital at the north" He finally said. And you could just kiss him for making Ghost let go of your sensitive nubs and rub them in a much gentler manner.

"Thought that was Al Qatala's base now" Ghost mumbled to himself, a bit too casually like he didn't just try to ruin you.

"Yeah, the Russian made a transaction with them," Konig said. Blue eyes trailing back to you, observing the state you were in.

"Now, I told you everything you need.." The colonel purred, eyes crinkling which made you think that he was smiling at you underneath the hood.

And with that, all hell let loose.

The lieutenant's hands on you started rubbing with the intention of making you come. He let go of your nipple and went south, tracing the rim of your entrance where you still have the head of the colonel's cock inside.

Your eyes widened when you felt his fingers slipping inside you again. Not caring that you were still stretched open.

Eyes crossed, toes curled. Panting and whining like a little puppy when you felt those fingers go deeper, rubbing your gspot at the same pace as his other hand on your clit.

Your thighs were trembling, your moans getting higher and higher as your climax threatened to wash over you. And then, Ghost didn't stop Konig from thrusting up this time and you lost it.

Wave after wave of pleasure, your cunt clenched uncontrollably around Konig, moaning like a whore.

Just when you wanted to grind down for more stimulation, Ghost lifted you by the back of your knees. Konig let out a string of curses in German, watching the way your pussy clenched desperately around nothing.

"..Simon" You whimpered, teary eyes looking up at him with a pout. You didn't have the capacity to care about saying his real name in front of an enemy after such orgasm. Looks like your usage for interrogations is finally over – and you are not sure whether you were useful or just looked pretty enough.

"Don't worry princess" He murmured, shifting his hold to lift you in a bridal carry. "You've been good, we'll reward you" And with that, he kissed your forehead. You didn't see the way his eyes shifted to the one-way mirror where the rest of the team had been watching from behind it.

You could only let him carry you out of the interrogation room, heavy steps from his boots filling the silence.

And Konig?

"Verdammte Hurensöhne!" Raspy voice boomed behind you before it was muffled as Ghost closed the door behind him. Not caring that the hostage still had his hard and throbbing cock out, wet from your slick and his own precum.

But of course, if you took pity on him and if you asked everyone nicely, maybe  they would let him watch- or since the interrogation had been more than successful, he could join. Letting him enjoy their leftover, to fuck everyone’s cum deeper inside your cunt.

Just say the word.

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