#keegan p. russ x reader

[darkmemesworld]

Why when im scrolling through a tag i flashed by cho0chie 😦?

All jokes aside i had posted a meme and not even 3 minutes later it got flagged.. and im starting to see a lot of prn bots is it just me??? But why did my stuff get flagged but bots thats are showing naked people still up 🤔

[sunshine-and-moonshine]

Cod Men with Drunk!Reader

Requested: Yes [Can I request cod men with fem reader who is drunk with friends and when he goes to pick her up, she’s like refusing and saying she has a bf and starts blabbering about how much she loves him and she doesn’t even recognise him 😭]

Warnings: Reader is actually mostly GN cause I couldn’t find any way to casually mention them being fem, there is one Königin (german word for Queen) mention though, Drunk people behavior, Violence, Cops get called, Reader gets lots of kisses but nothing more than that

Ghost

Ghost is more than a little amused when you squirm in his hold as he picks you up, vehemently fighting him with your limbs what were weak from your drunk state, blabbering on and on about how you already have a boyfriend that you love with all your heart. It warms the empty black pit where his heart once resides, making the cracked edges of his soul pulse with life. Even like this, you still wanted him? Still didn’t want anyone but him? It didn’t even matter that you were so inebriated that you didn’t recognize him, he couldn’t stop himself from leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to your lips. Your wide eyed expression, your mouth hanging open, made him chuckle.

And he promptly had to dodge your open hand trying to slap at him as you cried about how your boyfriend was gonna beat him up for that.

Soap

Soap can’t help but laugh at you as he slings you over his shoulder, adoring the squeak that you let out when he does so, his hand smacking your ass rather harshly, telling you that he’ll just have to fight your boyfriend then. He asks if your boyfriend is stronger than him, more handsome, braver, as he drags you to the car, forcefully buckling you into the backseat, his grin only widening when you say that he is. He’s certain he’s never been more in love than in this moment, nuzzling his nose to yours affectionately before putting on the child locks to the back doors and taking you home. (He was a little less amused when he got pulled over by the police on the way home because you somehow found a pen and some paper in the backseat and used it to ask a nearby driver to call the cops)

König

König finds it quite endearing but it’s also a bit nerve wracking, worried that people around you will get the wrong intention as he tries to quietly escort you to the car as you insist that you have a boyfriend that you already love, trying to sneak past him back into the bar. The words warm his heart but people are starting to look at him suspiciously so he shushes you softly.

“Königin, please. You’re making a scene.” He tells you softly, his big hands cupping your face as you stare at him with confusion before loudly demanding to know why he knows the nickname he always calls you. König sighs, knowing this was going to be a long trip home.

Alejandro

Alejandro just laughs, pulling you into his lap right there at the bar, pressing kisses all over your face as he remarks on how lucky your boyfriend is to have such a beautiful and loyal partner. Your flustered and defiant look only amuses him more and he presses extra kisses to your cheeks before nibbling at your ears, standing up with you in his arms. “You’re really adorable, Amor!” He tells you, carrying your writhing body all the way to the car, buckling you in securely, kissing your lips softly before getting secured himself. Thankfully you fell asleep on the way home so he didn’t have to drag you kicking and screaming into the house.

Krueger

Krueger is a mix between exhausted and amused as you try to fight him at the bar, crying about how you can’t go home with him because you have a boyfriend already and you love him. It’s cute but people are starting to look distressed and he even thinks he sees some people on the phone starting to call the police, his gruff and blank face does the situation no favors. No amount of reassurances seem to quell you so eventually he just tosses you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and marches to the door. One guy actually tries to block the door, thinking you were in danger, and Krueger tries to get around him but the man is insistent and the both of them are getting more agitated as time passes so he eventually just clocks the man in the face, knocking him out cold before dragging you home.

Keegan

“That so?” Keegan hums when you try to push him away while claiming that you already have a boyfriend, a smirk on his face as he leans into your face, snickering at how your nose scrunches up so cutely. “I think I could take him in a fight.” He says, only growing more giddy with how you vehemently deny it, telling him how your boyfriend could kick his ass sooooo easily. He’s delighted by your loyalty even while in such a state and he chuckles, nipping your nose and pulling you into his arms, nuzzling the top of your head as you bang your fists against his chest and shoulders. “C’mon, Doll. It’s time to go home. And in the morning we can talk more about this boyfriend of yours.”

[graysnetwork]

dryhump!ng n lazy makeouts with keegan pls??

AHH I love ur idea annon🫶🫶🫶

Hopefully you like it bb

Warnings— dry humping, names (ex:baby), suggested afab reader, kinda sub Keegan???

Summary— (request)— keegan humps you while you relax on the couch, because there no way you’d let his fine ass leave with that nice black shirt and gray sweatpants, especially when you could make his cheeks go red… and his cock too.

RED

“C’mon baby” Keegan muttered in between kisses, the two of you were on the couch, both fully clothed. You’d be a dumbass if you let him walk around in that nice black shirt that accentuates his body way to well.

He held your hips, his grip was so tight it could form bruises if you didn’t have some pants on, the way he rubbed up against you was heavenly, his hard cock in his gray sweatpants just made it all so much better. You could see the imprint and tent in his pants, and the now forming spot in the crotch of his sweats, his precum smeared on.

The way he grinds on you makes your mind go hazy, he wants nothing more than to pull those pants of your off and place his cock in between your thighs.

But he continued on with his humping as you told him to cum in his pants before he could feel you.

Keegan leaned in and kissed you again, his kisses were always so passionate, as he placed his hand on your cheek, caressing it lightly as his hips stuttered for a few moments before going back to its steady pace as his lips went red from making out with you.

“mm..m’gonna come” Keegan moaned as his cock rubbed up against your clit, giving you the friction you craved. Your moans and whimpers only made his brain go to mush, nothing in the world was better than this, nothing could compare to the feeling of this, the noises you made.

Your hips lifted meeting his every movement, it only made it better, he moaned loudly as he tucked his face into your neck, his forehead felt sweaty as it brushed up against your shoulder.

“mmm..” he groaned, as he looked up and kissed you again, he pulled away slowly, before leaning back in, his tongue brushing against yours as he kissed you, he pulled away again, and you watched as his brows scrunch up, his cheeks going more red then they already are.

“Baby..” he moaned as his hips moved erratically, finally feeling his high approaching, his finger circled around your clit as he tried to get you close with him so you could feel the same euphoria he knew he was about to experience.

“Keegan-” you moaned, your hips bucked as you came in your panties as he came in his own boxers, his sweats lowered more with his movements, revealing the band.

He stopped for a few moments moaning into your ear as his face stuffed into the pillow. “Y/n..” he whined, he kissed your earlobe gently. Keegan hovered over you again; looking at you with pleading eyes for permission to finally pull all your guy’s clothes off, and fuck you right then and there

“Sure handsome” you nodded, the both of you panted as he hurried to pull your pants off along with your panties, your hands tugged his Calvin Kleins down, revealing his pretty red cock.

[scarletevening]

𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐬 [ 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐍 𝐏. 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐒]

𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟎 | 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 |

cw: suggestive, foul language, established relationship, mentions of starting a family/pregnancy, domestic, some lactation kink [ish], fem!reader.

notes: a breeding kink is the sexual arousal at the idea of becoming pregnant/impregnating someone.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 both of you were lazing together in bed, just as you always did when keegan first returned from his missions. your back pressed to his chest, nothing felt better than this embrace, more specifically, your body against him. he missed you so dearly, but he had no idea where to start with his words.

when his hands slipped past the hem of your shirt, you didn't stop him, his lips nuzzled against your ear his gruff and unintentionally seductive voice whispers,

"sweetheart,"

his voice was low, his large palms gently messaging the soft skin of your belly, making him sigh in satisfaction. his hands stayed in place, squeezing and caressing your stomach, his words coming out in another sigh,

"could you imagine if you were pregnant?"

you took a sharp breath. that was sudden but, god, and you couldn't stop the idea,

"i'd fuck your little cunt full of my cum,"

you couldn't stop as your hips pressed against his as your squirmed, or how your breath shook at the vulgar image of his cum dripping out off you. a low chuckle leaving his lip as he continued,

"make your belly nice and round with my kid."

his possessive words, made it almost feel hard to breath, suffocating. you couldn't turn around, you couldn't let him see the saliva pooling in your cheek. not that he needed to, you hips were surly more than enough as a give away. his hand didn't stop, lingering on your stomach, another hand slowly sliding up your body to your breasts, having no bra to fight with,

"god, and your breasts? they'd become so round, so full."

he let out a groan, calloused fingertips gently twisting your nipple. you yelped and whined, turning to face his devilish grin. but you weren't upsets, oh no, you wanted this more than anything else, his words making your imagination go wild. his lips cascading down your neck and shoulders, receding to press a kiss to you cheek.

his hips grinded against yours, his broad shoulders twisting over your figure as he leaned in close to your face, his lips only a moment away before he kissed. that moment was quickly cut off by your whine, your neck craning to meet his lips as you try to shush him, only a small laugh, accompanied by his, now intentional, seductive voice,

"eager are't we? well, we have all night."

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when i tell you i started blushing uncontrollably i'm not fucking kidding.

༒︎ 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫; 2023 ༒︎

directory

[starandcloud]

COD boys + Farah and Valeria

Summary: you call them after a fight with your parents/relatives and they pick you up and see you with injuries that weren't there when they dropped you off

I literally forgot like five people-

Characters used: Ghost, Soap, Price, Gaz, Sebastian Krueger, Nikto, Alex, Farah, Valeria, Konig, Roach, Alejandro, Rudy, Nikolai, Grinch, Sandman, Laswell, Graves, Makarov, Frost, Horangi, Keegan

CW: Bruises, slap marks, cigarette burns, implied sprained/broken limbs, just abuse of reader all over tbh ;-;, no Y/N is safe from me tbh, they all gotta be messed up in one way or another-

Simon "Ghost" Riley

He noticed the shake in your voice IMMEDIATELY when you called

He's observant y'all

He 100% was concerned off the bat, he's a good boyfriend but a better killer

He pulled up to you sitting on the tire on top of the driveway and went to call you on your phone only to notice you halfway down the driveway before he could dig his phone out of his pocket

He was also keenly aware of your hair being down, something you rarely did

His automatic instinct was to brush it out of your face, so he did

He noticed how you shrinked away

Then he noticed the ugly bruise forming around your eye and on the side of your face.

"Luv? What happened?"

His voice was angry, but not at you.

Never at you.

You gave a little shrug and tucked into yourself

"Can we just... leave..?"

He couldn't remember the last time you sounded this small, so he did what you asked.

He kept his hand on your leg, rubbing little circles on your skin as he drove, but not home you noticed.

He kept glancing at you from the side of his eye and smiled as he saw your eyes light up as he pulled into the parkway of your favorite food place.

He was still angry as he watched you drink the milkshake you ordered, but was a bit more calm as you played with the kids menu

Something you did whenever you were anxious, so he asked the waitress for one who looked concerned for you and he gave her a little look that made her heart shatter as you started to anxiously babble to fill the sudden silence.

So he reached over and grabbed you're hand

Darling, you're fine, you're not going back there. I promise."

Johnny "Soap" Mactavish

He was already on his way ass soon as your caller ID (which was something like "Tatertot" or some weird Soap shit) popped up on his work phone

He answered as he drove.

"Johnny..? Can you come get me..? I-I got into a fight and need to be picked up at my parents..."

He heard your voice break and someone yell something in the background making your voice waver as you stepped outside

He was there in twenty minutes...

out of an hour drive

You didn't really hesitate as you rushed down the driveway and into his passenger seat and slammed the door.

You watched the wildlife speed by, zoning out, when he asked

"Yer dad give you those?"

You were confused at first before pulling your sleeves down farther and stayed quiet

Which was all he needed to get mad and grip the steering wheel

You knew you were safe, but his anger scared you

So your breathing picked up and he gently put his hand on your arm.

"Yer okay Bonnie, I'm not gonna hurt you. Him? Absolutely. You? Never."

John Price

Dad instincts when you called him

He hadn't really heard your voice like that since you thought you were going to die on the field

He picked up your favorite foods and a new blanket, hoodie, and stuffie

He walked up to the house door and stood like a harbringer of death as you answered the door.

He delicately pulled you out and tucked you behind him

He had that look in his eyes he only had when he was livid

You gently touched his arm and he got you to his car, lingering beside you as he gently kissed your head.

"I got ya sweetheart, just stay in the truck..."

He said as he buckled you up and tucked the blanket around you with your snacks and drinks before going back into the house

You heard yelling, which made you flinch, then silence

John came back out and calmly got in the truck and kissed your hand before giving it a gentle squeeze

"We'll be back for your stuff tomorrow hun, you're staying with me now"

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Rage

Just pure rage

Your caller ID popped up and he KNEW something was wrong

You don't call him

Not on the actual phone, always over Instagram on a burner account or Facebook or something

He left the room and answered your call

Soap had come to check on him and was concerned at the gleam in Kyle's eyes

Gaz didn't speak, he just left, and picked you up

He had your favorite music playing and a few snacks that he picked up at the corner store and just walked in

He didn't knock

He didn't announce his presence

Just walked in and scooped you up in his arms and left

You didn't ever go back

When your stuff went to be retrieved

Kyle did it

Along with Soap and Ghost who were really just there to keep Gaz from flipping his shit

I see him as a very protective boyfriend

Sebastian Krueger

Just a brooding asshole as he stood in the doorway

He had gotten your call and sped to get there

He didn't speak he just stood there as you got your stuff

The red marks on your face and the bruises forming on your arms made him angry

Everytime you left the house to but your books in his car, he rested his hand on his side weapon

Which he may or may not of forgotten he had on him until a family member pointed it out

Protective as fuck

Nikto

(i literally could find any for him 😭😭)

He was halfway there anyways

He just sped up and made a pitstop to grab some stuff you liked before picking you up

You gave him a sad little smile as you climbed in

You didn't buckle and just laid the seat back

Something you've only down a few times before curling into yourself

He gently ran his fingers through your hair as he drove off

He knew the area well, he grew up there

So he took you to a vacant field and flipped the center console of his truck up and slid over

He pulled you close and kissed your head as he rocked you slightly

His uniform uncomfortably rubbed against your skin as you gripped it tightly fighting against the tears that wanted to fall

"You can cry sweetheart, you're safe now"

Then you broke

You ugly cried against him

All the while he held you close and let you cry

He wasn't even mad right now

He was hurt

Hurt that someone that he swore was a divine being that couldn't be hurt

He buried his face in your hair once you cried yourself to sleep

"I'm sorry my sweetbaby, I'm sorry they hurt you... You didn't deserve that... I swear on whatever God is out there that I'll never let anyone hurt you ever again..."

Alex Keller

Kinda just showed up after your call

He stood there and kissed your head and pulled you close

He took you out for food, in his hoodie, and held you close as you ate

He kept pressing little kisses to your head and playing with your hair

He's a golden retriever so anything you asked for, you got that night

The two of you fell asleep on his couch, you curled up on his lap and him doing that dad sit with his arms around you

Farah Karim

No one fucks with her baby

She showed up with that angry lesbian look

She just has that look y'all I dated a lesbian and can fully saw they have this when pissed I thought I was gonna die- and I didn't even do it- my bestfriend does it too and i get terrified cause i have ✨anxiety✨

Kinda just stood there glaring down whoever the fuck put hands on you as she tucked you into her side and rubbed your back

You hid your face with your hair until you got on her bike and a bit down the road

"She hit me Far..."

You whispered and the bike slowed to a stop, she got off her bike (Putting the kick stand down of course) and circled around

She gently removed her and your helmet and pressed a kiss to your head as she gently inspected the bruise that was turning a hideous color

She looked like she was going to cry, or she was unimaginably pissed but you weren't sure which one

"I'm so sorry sweetheart, you didn't deserve to be hit. My sweet dove..."

She whispered as she held your face in her hands and pressed her forhead against yours

10/10 girlfriend

Valeria Garza

Showed up in a black SUV

Like four henchmen behind her as she knocked on the front door, when it opened she forced herself in and looked for you

She found you at the kitchen table and bent down, she gave you a little smile and laced her fingers with yours

You didn't look her in the eyes, you kept your gaze as low as you possible could, making her sad.

"Cariño? Look at me, tell me what happened..?" (Sweetheart)

Her voice was gentle and soft, but held an angry undertone as she hooked her finger under your chin and raised your head

Your busted lower lip told her everything as it quivered

"Are you mad..?"

Your voice was so quiet it sounded like a ghost

The broken words squeezed her heart as her hand moved up and held your face, her thumb rubbed your tear-stained skin

"Not at you, nunca a ti mi Amor..." (never at you)

She whispered and kissed you softly, and carefully as to not hurt your lip any

"Oh great. You're here to take that little bastard. It's your issue now. Now you can listen to it cry and call you a bitch and controlling"

Your mother's voice rattled off the inside of your skull making you look away as a bag was tossed at your feet and you reached down to get it only for Valeria to pick it up before you could reach it.

There was a dangerous gleam in Valeria's eyes as she helped you from the chair and noticed how you stood funny, all your weight on one foot as you leaned against her.

She helped you towards the door and gave your mother one last nasty look before leaving, she got you in the backseat and sat with you. Digging through the medkit in the back of the car and delicately cleaned your split lip as she gazed at you with such soft eyes.

"Mi hermosa mariposa … te mereces algo mejor que esto..." (My beautiful butterfly… you deserve better than this)

You didn't understand anything except "butterfly", she always called you that.

She always treated you so delicately and like you would break if she breathed to hard around you

At times like this, it made you glad for that school trip all those years ago. If you hadn't gone, you wouldn't have meet her and you wouldn't be safe.

You leaned into her, burying your face in her shoulder as your arms slowly went around her waist; holding her tight as your fingers gripped her vest. The material was uncomfortable, but you'd rather be uncomfortable than feel like you were a burden.

"Thank you," you whispered, "thank you Val..."

Konig

Was quiet about it when getting you out, he stood outside your home late that night

Catching your important things as you tossed them out the window

Then you when you jumped

He held you so delicately as your dog whimpered

You looked up at her as he carried you to his car, which was a bit down the road

Then he left

When he came back, your dog scrambled into the truck making you laugh and hug her tight as you cried

You gently pet her fur as you kissed her head and curled into Konig's seats

You were asleep by the time Konig got into the car

Your dog at your feet, her head in your lap, as he delicately put a blanket over you and softly pet your dogs head

"You did good protecting them girl, I'll take you to the vet as soon as possible..."

He spoke gently as he remembered how hysterical you when you called, not worried about yourself but instead your dog which had been kicked by your mother when your baby had jumped between the two of you and growled

He remembered how scared you were and how hard you cried as you screamed at your mother how that just wasn't right to do and that your dog was protecting you from her batshit insane ass

He remembered a loud slap, then the call ending

And now you were here, fast asleep in his car as he drove. His eyes floating over to your sleeping form every now and then when your dog whined.

the first thing he did, after getting you home, was take your dog to the vet to get her checked out

She was okay, just a bit bruised and had a tooth taken out

Konig took good care of her on the ride home, even ordered a pup cup (through the app, because he was to anxious to go through the drive through) from starbucks and sat in the parking lot holding the cup and feeding her dog treats.

He took good care of both of you the following morning and made sure you were patched up when he woke you up

He would've done it the night before, but he knew where your priorities were

Your dog and him.

It was always your dog and him, never yourself

Which was something he admired, but worried about you

Gary "Roach" Sanderson

He doesn't do anything confrontational

Just takes you and your cat in the middle of the night

Lets you know he's there and holds your hand while he drives

Keeps you on base with him

Makes you breakfast in the morning and keeps you distracted

Non-stop touch EX: puts in his hand on your back when you're walking, hand on your thigh while he drives, plays with your hair while cuddling, completely focused on you

Gets your stuff at a later date

Replaces certain things and loves you unconditionally

Alejadro Vargas

What's calm? Never met her

So many curse words

Literally broke so many road laws to get to you

Very angry

But very tender with you

Holds you behind him and holds your hand when you grab his

Very carefully drives with you in his car

Movie night after and kisses your head a lot

Bandages up the gash on your forehead

Every time he sees it though he gets angry and holds you tightly

When it scarred he felt guilt for not protecting you better

Still loves you so much though

Rodolfo Parra

Scarily calm

Stands there while you pack and follows you like a puppy

Notices your limp then kisses your head as he picks you up

"You're safe now, Me encargaré de todo, ¿vale?" (I'll take care of everything, okay?)

Sweetest boyfriend 10/10

Made you coco and kissed your head as he bandaged the splits on your knuckles

Extremely gentle with you and was slightly paranoid he'd hurt you

Nikolai

Silently angry Russian

A very... terrifying person when angry

Just leaned against the counter as you shuffled your important stuff out of your house

He genuinely was concerned about you, but was extremely mad about you being hurt

"Sweetheart... are you okay..?"

He whispered when the two of you were in his car

"Yeah just a little beat up..."

You whispered back with a giggle on your lips as you held his hand gently

Hs amazed that you were still so... hapy

"Fucking sunshine..."

He grumbled and lovingly pushed you before driving off

Grinch

The Southern came out

Made no sense in his bitter, angry, southern words

Pressed you so tightly against his chest you thought you were gonna break

The situation esculated and he had you behind him as more southern threats came from him, some of them made you giggle. Which did calm him down slightly.

The two of you got ice cream after

You ate your ice cream as he bandages the gash on your arm and the burn on your upper arm

He never understood how you could be so... happy when you just went through something so traumatic...

But if you were happy, so was he

Which it was hard not to be when you kept smearing ice cream on his forehead and nose and laughing so hard you'd cry

Sandman

A MENACE

Literally ruined their lives, starting when he picked you up

He messed with the front steps when he went into get you, he carried you out and set you in his truck with a gentle kiss on the forehead

"I've got you sweet love, you're safe..."

He promised as he gave you a gentle kiss on the lips before buckling you up and he shut the car door

He held your hand as he drove but kept his jaw clenched so he wouldn't remark about the slap mark on your face

Was very grumpy until you gave him kisses

Which was often because you craved his comfort as much as he craved yours

Frost

Your called ID popped up

He has you saved as some weird shit like "Twinkle Toes" (if you know you know)

He didn't asnwer because he was in a meeting but your voice was so broken in the voice mail it made his heart ache

You were sitting outside when he pulled into your driveway

He noticed the cigarette burns on the back of your hands when he approached and felt his blood boil

He gently bent down and pushed hair from your face, making you lean into his hand

"Hey babydoll... Are you... okay..?"

You gave a little nod and flinched when his hand completely rested against the tender skin on your cheek

"I guess..." you whispered "I hurt everywhere..."

Your voice was so broke and weak it made his stomach sick to know that someone had broken you down this far he barely recognized his stubborn and strong lover who sat in front of him

"Come on baby, let's get you out of here..."

His voice was so gentle and tender you broke down crying against him before leaning against him as he lead you to his truck.

He gently scooped you up and set you in his car with the compression blanket he used for his legs after really rough mission

He was gentle where he laid and pressed a kiss to the crown of his head before hearing the screen door slam shut behind him.

He put his military grade headphones on you and called Sandy (sandman) to talk to you as he shut the door

He made sure the volume was up loud enough you couldn't hear the screaming outside the truck as he stood there listening to it all before reeling back and knocking the mother fucker to the ground

He got back in the truck to see you dozing off, he smiled sweetly and raised your hand gently and pressed a kiss above the burn marks

He drove carefully and made sure to avoid the potholes as he saw them and glanced at you every now and then to make sure you were still sleeping well

He slept in his driveway that night, he didn't want to move you or leave you alone

So he slept out there with you

He took out for breakfast the next day, through the driveway of course

Kate Laswell

Mmmmnnnnn angry

Just angry

But she was calm as she called the police and drove calmly to meet them

She only lost her shit when she saw your torn clothes and battered up state

Her touch was so gently as she pulled you into her arms and watched as your parents approached you

She felt the slap but didn't make any action towards it, you on the other hand reacted in an aggressive way

She had to lead you out, still very calm, and sit you in her car as you screamed and cried as she held you softly and rubbed your back and soothed you

"You're okay baby, you're safe now, I won't let them hurt you, they'll never hurt you again."

She reassured you as she kissed your head gently and gave you a gentle squeeze, she was so calm it put you to sleep as she waited for the police

She greeted them with you in her arms and her lips pursed

She let them check you over and took you to the hospital and let them take care of you before taking you to her home and laying you in her bed, after putting you in one of her sweatshirts

She stayed up until you woke up the next morning and kissed you softly

The lack of sleep didn't bother her, so she was perfectly fine as she drove around with you and distracted you from the day before

She was definitely the calmest out of everyone-

Phillip Graves

hm

hehehehe

He's not the government

He's a complete jackass

Made sly comments like:

"So... you wanna die?"

or

"I can see those burns on their pretty skin, do you want the same?"

You literally had to calm him down so you wouldn't have another fight on your hands

The black eye made him furious and how you limped made him see red

He was so gentle and docile with you as you gently held onto his arm

His hand delicately patted yours but quickly pulled away when you flinched

It wasn't until the late hours of the morning you actually left, you were to busy packing and calming Phillip down in between shuffles of his truck and your room

You fell asleep in his truck but woke up to him gently rolling your sleeves up to put some soothing cream on your arms

"Hey Sweetheart, have a nice nap?"

He asked with a chuckle before pressing a gentle kiss to your arm

You giggled gently and softly played with his hair

"I love you Phillip..."

"I love you too babybell"

Vladimir Makarov

He's a terrorist

He was a terror (pun intended)

He pulled a gun on your mother and held you close

No fucks given

You had to coax him into putting the gun away

"Mak... put the gun away... please put the gun away sweetheart... I don't want a murder charge..."

He put it away with a scoff when he saw how gentle your eyes were

He didn't understand how you could be so... concerned about the woman that had shoved you down stairs and sprained your wrist, making the skin an alluring purple and blue mix

The woman that left burns on your pretty hands, the woman that wore you down to the point you were almost unrecognizable from then you left to see her a week before

As he stared down at you his gaze softened and he delicately wrapped an arm around you

"Anything for you darling..."

You led him out and sat in the back seat of his car with you

You laid out on his seats with your head in his lap while someone drove, you looked up at him so sweetly as he brushed hair from your face

By the time you arrived at his safe house you weren't really upset anymore

He had amused your silly little thoughts the entire ride and made silly promises that he'd take you anywhere you wished, so when you named Paris he was... hesitant.

He didn't want you in the middle of his war, so he asked about Sweden

Which you agreed

You laughed as you stepped into his safe house and wrapped your arms around one of the thin support beams and swung around it

"We'll lay in the flower fields, if they'll let us, and cloud gaze!"

You yelled as you laughed, pulling a chuckle from him as he wrapped his arms around your waist

"Whatever you want to do, we'll do my love"

He muttered before kissing you gently, he could taste the blood on your lips making him worry that you had a busted lip

So he took your jaw in his hand and squeezed gently, making the bottom part of your face squish up and you look confused at him

"Open your mouth sweetheart, I wanna make sure that nothing inside that pretty, smart, little mouth of yours isn't hurt."

You rolled your eyes but complied, sticking your tongue out slightly for extra measure as you did

Which he quickly found the cause of the metallic taste

You had bitten your lip, really hard in fact, and it made him gently press a kiss to your tongue

"Ew!"

You exclaimed and pulled back and laughed as you covered your face

"You're disgusting Mak!"

You yelled with a laugh as he gently grabbed your wrist with his hand and pressed a kiss to the inside of your palm

"Yeah but... you love me Darling"

You couldn't really argue with him so you just shuffled your hand out of the way and kissed him

"Damn right I do Sweetheart"

You eventually got into his bed as you tugged your shirt off and let him take care of your wounds

"How the literal, and I mean this as loving as possible Baby, did you get cut THERE?"

He asked as he moved your bra band up and gently put medical glue on the wound

"uuuhhh I dunno dude, I probably got it when I tumbled down the stairs"

You said with a shrug making him pinch your stomach

"Ow! Asshole that hurt!"

"Well don't move when I'm patching my doll up!"

He shot back, and you wouldn't yelled but you honestly were to flustered to

Your face burned and you scoffed

It took a few hours to actually get in bed

When you were dozing off, you had your head on his chest as he watched some stupid show in Russian

Though he had been nice enough to put on subtitles but you weren't really paying attention as your eyes fluttered shut

His arm was around your waist and delicately tracing shapes into the shirt, which was his, you wore

He pressed a kiss to your head and whispered:

"Sleep Маленькая кукла, you're safe now" (Little Doll)

Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin

Kinda just lurked behind you like a shadow

Very silent as he helped you pack

It was like two in the morning

He got you out of that house in an hour with all your stuff

He kissed your hand as he drove

He was the sweetest with you and held you while you cried at a pitstop and then drove with you in his lap when you passed out

10/10 boyfriend

we're all just going to pretend like I didn't forget him-

Definitely just showed up out of the blue and waited for you outside

You ran into his arms and hid your face in his chest

You pressed your face into his chest and gripped his uniform in your hands

He held you so gently and rubbed your back as your parents came out screaming

His eyes narrowed and one of his hands rested on your head and he held you tighter as he took a defensive step back before his arm went around your ass and he delicately picked you up.

"Is there an issue here?"

He asked, his voice so cold and detached as he held you up and laced his fingers with yours, calming you slightly

Your ankle was swollen and he caught a glimpse of a hand print on your upper arm and on your cheek as you shrunk into him and whispered:

"They hurt me..."

His grip became slightly tighter on you and he retreated to his truck, never turning his back

He treated this like a war zone, he pulled his truck door open and set you in as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

"You're okay now baby, you're safe. I promise..."

He whispered as you shrunk into his seat.

"alright... I love you Kees..."

"I love you too, come on, let's get you out of this shit hole..."

He gave you a lopsided smile and kissed you softly before closing his truck door

His scent, which was mostly sand and sweat if you were honest, soothed you

You found on of his hoodies, which he just carelessly threw in the back seat, and slithered into it

You pulled the hood over your head and pulled the string shut, fully engulfing yourself in his smell, which put you to sleep

You were passed out by the time Keegan got back in the truck, he smiled softly and carefully backed out of the driveway and headed towards his home

[twilightttlovee]

Dirty talk + Keegan

Literally drooling at the idea

“Take it.”

Keegan Russ x afab!reader

warnings: dirty talk (who would’ve guessed), daddy kink, ZADDY KEEGAN LIKE U CAN BEAT THIS USSY UP

“Cmon baby…cmon take my cock” Keegan purrs, slowly sinking his cock into your drooling hole, teasing you.

your body shivered as he sunk all the way into you, hands trailing to your bud, rubbing it with his thumb, causing your body to arch with pleasure. “Mm, my my, you like that? The way daddy pleases you? Such a slut, my slut, and only my slut.” He says as his hips start to snap into you, giving you no warning.

“My little whore, cmon, you can do it..take it.”

HOLY SHIT ALSKEJHDDHJD

[saturncodedstarlette]

Y/N, being a weighted blanket on Keegan’s body :

Y/N, take a sniff of his scent : Your hair smells like [scent].

Keegan, just having the time of his life with his Angel on top of him :

Keegan, snapped from his euphoria : ?

Keegan, stares up at his Angel, feels himself falling in love all over again :

Keegan, almost out of breaths, locked eyes with them : I figured you'd prefer it if I smelled nice. I guess...

Keegan, forcibly tears his gaze from their addictive gaze : …It's not manly.

Y/N : . . .

Y/N, snickers :

Y/N, cups his face, gently rotate it to meets their gaze again :

Y/N, stares deep into his eyes whilst caressing his cheek : I like it. It smells nice.

Y/N, leans down to kiss his pulsating neck, and rests their head on his chest again as they’re listening to his loudly pumping heart : And... you're always manly, Kee.

[keegansgf]

Omg I NEED a headcannon of Y/N shopping and Keegan accompanying 🤭 like his reaction to her trying on clothes, window shopping, enjoying herself at the mall, aaah so cute 🤭😭 things he can’t help but find cute, his thoughts seeing her be herself 🥺❤️

you silly geese of anons are just like me and you don't even know it

pairing: Keegan P. Russ x reader

tags: fluff, shopping hcs, girly y/n being y/n

A/N: I was shoe shopping when this came in, so perfect timing! I'm SOOOOO pissed that Versace has the cutest pink platform heels that I can't afford. Steve Madden dupe is gonna do it for me though <3

He didn't have anything to do and he doesn't like sitting around for long periods of time.

Bad things can happen in a large place. You being alone at a large mall doesn't help his anxiety.

You look cute shopping all dressed up and everything, despite how underdressed he is.

He looks so… out of place. You dragged him into a makeup store and all he can really do is hold your hand and look at the things you liked but didn't get. He'll remember those items for a gift idea in the future. Just so you don't make him feel too bored, you ask him if a shade of lipgloss looks cute on you or which blush fits your skin better. He knows nothing about makeup, so he thinks almost anything compliments your face. He's happy to see you excited over a product restock that you wanted though. If he had to have a favorite makeup product on you, it's probably mascara. You have the prettiest eyes. Mascara just brings attention to them.

Walking from store to store is literally like watching a sweet girl walking a big, vicious dog. No one bothers either of you, hes just wayyy too intimidating. A strong six foot tall man with the most cold, dead eyes following you around is your key to walking places just fine though! But he's always close walking with you regardless.

He's normally in the dressing room with you, just not in a sexual way. The only time he waits outside is if the dressing room has a curtain for a door; they make him annoyed with the lack of security.

He's usually on his phone waiting for you to get changed, only looking at you early if you need help with a zipper or something (You never ask him for help with those, unless if there's a hidden zipper he didn't notice. He mentally goes over what items you picked up so he knows what you'll need help with.)

Keegan get's so fuzzy whenever you fall in love with a piece of clothing. Your little smiles and resistance to take off the item is so sweet. It's even cuter seeing you wear it the next day.

If there's a nice mens section in a store, you always look for something Keegan would look good in. Normally they're just shirts that fit him nicely because that's what he's comfortable in, but being on your mind is enough for him.

Shoe shopping is probably where you get the most stares, mostly because you're a cute couple. A military man helping a gorgeous woman into the girliest pair of heels is certainly a sight. Keegan seeing you looking down at your feet while testing out a nice pair of shoes and genuinley enjoying yourself triggers the biggest need to hug you. How did he get with someone this beautiful with the most adorable mannerisms.

If you don't feel like going inside of a shop but walked past it with interest, he's going back in his free time to see what you might like. Your favorite dresses come out of his trips alone.

The heavy bags go to him. There's no arguing with him about it, he knows which bags are heavier.

[sunshine-and-moonshine]

Cod - When They See You Wearing Their Shirt

Requested: No

Warnings: ✨Spice✨, Somnophilia

A/N: This came to me in a dream

Keegan

It’s the middle of the night and Keegan is just coming home from a long mission when he finds you curled up in bed, wearing one of his bigger and looser shirts, looking all cuddly and peaceful. But unfortunately for you, the mere sight of you like this is turning Keegan on, and he’s never been a patient man when it comes to you. Instantly his bags are dropped onto the floor, his clothes following soon after, barely taking the time to prep you with a bit of lube and some quick fingering before he’s curling himself around you from behind, pulling your ass back to slot against his hips, then sliding his thick cock into you in one go.

Even when you startle awake, a cry on your lips, instantly struggling and pushing at him in your sleepy haze, he doesn’t stop. Just coos to you as he wraps his arms tight around your waist, keeping you close while he rocks up into you. “Sorry, Sweetheart. Didn’t mean to wake ya.” He’ll tell you so sweetly, a complete lie. But hey! Since you’re awake now, why not just let him finish what he started? Then you can go back to sleep. Maybe. (You will not be going back to sleep anytime soon)

Krueger

Krueger is coming home early from a mission when he finds you laying on the couch in nothing but one of his loose shirts, with your hand between your legs, your eyes wide at his sudden and unexpected arrival. Krueger, ever a god at self control, simply dropped his bags by the door before shutting and locking it behind him. His steps carefully measured as he walks towards you, eyes boring into you through his scrim net. You only realize how in trouble you are when he kneels beside you instead of climbing on top of you like he usually does when he comes home.

“Go on, Täubchen.” He tells you, voice neutral but edged with a softness he reserves only for you. “Show me how you pleasure yourself with these pretty fingers while I’m gone. So desperate for it that you just can’t wait til I get home.” He says, already fishing his cock out of his pants, stroking it slow and steady, shifting back when you reach out to touch him. “No, Täubchen. Not for you.” He chuckles, his free hand stroking your cheek. “Show me how you make yourself cum while I’m gone, then we’ll see.”

König

König was just coming home from a week in Austria to visit his grandmother, and he was just so excited to be back and to see his beloved. And when his eyes landed on you he actually didn’t even notice what you were wearing at first, just immediately wrapping his arms around you and planting warm kisses all over your face, squeezing you tight.

“I missed you, Majestät.” He says, resting his head in the crook of your neck, his breath warm against your skin. It wasn’t for another moment or two that he finally noticed your choice of clothing, his eyes wide as he blinks at you. It would be a lie to say he didn’t like it. He loved it in fact. And maybe he had just been away from you for too long but he couldn’t help the fact that he was already tenting his trousers as he backed you up against the kitchen counter, sighing happily when he didn’t see any underwear underneath.

[graysnetwork]

I wrote this at midnight and I might have offloaded tumblr for like a day but nvm that I wanna post this now

Mornings

Keegan Russ x Afab!reader (smut)

Warnings: Fem reader, p in v, nickname: honey, morning lazy sex,

Summary: Keegan’s needy in the morning (+keegan being hot and holding the headboard during sex)

Real^^^

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Keegan woke up needy for you, you’re not sure if he had a dream, or if he had been up wanting to touch you but you weren’t complaining right now. You two had been making out, grinding on each other for what felt like forever, you were getting so wet even though he’d prepped you a little bit ago, he wouldn’t have had to if he had known he’d make you this wet after just some grinding and giving you some friction.

He kissed down your neck and grunted when he got a nice feeling of friction himself against you, his boxers had his precum stained on the inside, and your slick on the other side from how long he’d been rubbing up against you.

It was mornings like these that he loved so much, being so intimate with you with no other thought than you. You two could just love each other half asleep, lazily roaming your hands over each other's bodies.

That’s what made it so perfect for him, you and him would love each other even if you couldn’t function yet and your mind wanted more sleep.

He felt you tug at the waistband of his boxers repeatedly, he helped with the other side and pulled them off, still kissing your mouth while doing so. His right hand directed himself to your hole and entered, his right hand ran up your waist before grabbing onto the headboard, he kept his left forearm on the bed holding onto your torso.

He thrusted into you gently, lazily. He felt so relaxed with this atmosphere, just being with you made his life better and this made everything for him better. He continued his sloppy thrusts as the headboard creaked.

He didn’t seem to care about the headboard banging against the wall, most likely leaving indents in the wall later, but he couldn’t care less as he thrusted harder and harder into your cunt.

“m’love you honey” he murmured against your neck and kissed it gently, anyone who only heard his words would think he was being a loving man, only you and him knew how he was just a horny man as he pounded into your tight hole.

It was mornings like these that filled Keegan’s heart with love and warmth.

He loved these mornings.

[velvet-paradox]

Smooth

Pairing: Keegan P. Russ x Female reader Summary: Keegan enjoys shaving you nice and clean and taking you to pound town! Length: Medium Warnings: NSFW 18 + ONLY, explicit content, strong language, established relationship, oral (f receiving), soft dom!Keegan, shaving!kink, fingering, pussy slapping, unprotected p in v, dirty talking, pet names, new daddy!kink, praise, detailed smut. Tagging: @synnersaintaint @catswithabsoluteclownery @mykneeshurt @macravishedbymactavish @rimbut-t @notap1e

ENJOY!!!

It's hot.

Keegan is a stickler for routine, likes the discipline, the patterns, the control. He'd lose it if he didn't join the military when he did, take on more than one task a time before he picked up the next mission, the next project. He couldn't sit still for long unless he was truly into what he was doing.

And speaking of…

The project at literal hand was a delicate one.

No messing about, no distractions even though you couldn't help but move an inch higher. He'd scolded you twice now, giving you those piercing blue eyes and peeked eyebrow.

He clicked his teeth at you like a horse, raising your calf.

"Kitten please hold still, I don't want to slip."

"You think I can help it?"

"Kitten please. You're doing such a good job and we're almost done so don't you start pouting and being a bad girl now." Keegan's voice held no bite even though he was stern about it. "You want your reward don't you?"

He moved his fingers then sending a white hot jolt through up your spine.

Carefully Keegan ducked his head back down between your legs, kneeling on his cracking knees, eyes narrow and lazer focused on the task at hand which was… shaving.

Keegan was a grown ass man, he didn't shy away from knowing what he tasted like. He had you lick your own flavor off his fingers, off his cock more times than you could count. While you'd had other partners, they didn't appreciate an after kiss so when Keegan grabbed you after shooting his load all over your tongue and lips, willing licking inside your mouth as he kissed you hard and fast left you dizzy.

He didn't care about pubic in general, if he was lucky enough to get laid, who cared? He really got into that whole Vajazzling craze, rhinestones and safe glitter. Then he was on to the next and full on into waxing but there was just something so intimae about him being on his knees for you, worshipping your body, treating you with such care, he really enjoyed. Stroke after stroke, your pussy would be revealed. Soft and smooth.

You didn't mind at all, less of a chore for you anyways. Since being with Keegan you barely lifted a finger to do anything around the house, his or yours. No more twisting and squatting, no more Charlie horse cramps. No more stray hairs left behind, he bought a replica of the straight razor he used on his face. It was cleaner, faster and he knew exactly what to do with the blade.

"Fuck look at you, cutest fucking pussy." Keegan groaned, moving your skin as he slowly dragged the blade against it.

"Love it when you shave my pussy, baby. Gets me so fucking horny." You hum in return.

"Yeah? Like me revealing and exposing your pretty little cunt just for me?"

"Mmm yeah."

He tapped the little bucket with it, your short and curlies disappearing, he wiped it off cleanly. A warm washcloth came next, wiping you down. He had all of his things neatly around him, a little cup with tepid water splashed against your mound, catching little remnants.

"Turn around, kitten. We're in the home stretch now baby."

You shivered and got up from his bathroom vanity, bending over, sticking your ass out with a little sway of your hips.

"Hold yourself open for me."

Fuck. You bit your lip.

He finished shaving your pussy, the feeling of his breath on your newly bare skin, front to back as incredible. You'd never get over the feeling no matter how many times he tended to you.

Keegan waited on hand and foot for you. You'd catch yourself lost on it, how a hard man like Keegan P. Russ could be soft for you, sweet on you, brought you flowers, ordered take out when your period came so you wouldn't have to be bothered to hobble and cook and fuss over the stove.

He waited until you turned off the shower before stepping back into the bathroom with a fuzzy towel. He wrapped you up, drying you off little by little until he walked you both into his bedroom.

Completely exposed and naked, you sat down on his bed, dropping the towel to your collar.

"Let me see my handiwork, princess."

Like he'd never seen your cunt before, he stood at attention at your feet as you leaned back, the soft towel slipping down your shoulders, pooling around your hands and waist. Keeping your eyes on his as they raked over your naked body you moved one leg, then the other. "Best fucking pussy. Look at that." Keegan groaned, giving in and palming at his crotch.

"You wanna' taste it now?"

Keegan tore off his ghost mask before getting rid of his shirt, the jangle of his belt sent shivers down your spine. He grabbed his thick rod of a cock in his hand, jerking himself off, teasing himself little by little, stepping closer, eyes on your cunt.

The bed creaks with his weight, fitting himself between your legs, moving down to lay on his stomach, a snipers' position as he loops his arms around your thighs. You fit the balls of your feet on the hard, trained muscles of his shoulders.

Keegan is good. Too fucking good.

His hands are large and ghost over your bare flesh, he rubs his chin along your mound, breathing you in with a groan. He spreads your labia, chuckling lowly when you grind your hips up.

"Now now kitten, no need to be hasty. You'll get your reward."

"Keegan please."

"Begging only makes it worse," Keegan cooed and gave your hip a lingering, searing hot kiss. "Be a good girl for me, okay sweetie? You can do that can't you?"

"Yes. I'll be good."

"Do you promise?" Keegan sang, dropping his voice even lower, using his sexy bedroom tone.

"Yes baby I promise, just… it feels so good when I'm all clean."

"I know kitten, I know."

Keegan licked at you, kissing your clit lightly in between hard flat presses, quick sucks and pulls on your sensitive lips. He brushed the bridge of his nose along the underside of your clit, enjoying himself as he devoured you. The sounds he was making were pornographic and lewd. He sat up just a little, angling his face just right to spit on your pussy only to indulge in slurping it right back into his mouth.

"Fuck baby that's it. I love it when you do that," you moaned and reached for his head, tugging on his hair as you arched your back.

"Makes me so fucking wet."

"Yeah? You like that?" Keegan did it again, moving his face and mouth back and forth, back and forth over your engorging bundle of nerves. You cried out and Keegan smiled against your cunt.

"Yeah!"

Keegan chuckled. "Good girl. My good girl loves to get her little pussy eaten out, huh? Yeah you do. Fuck kitten, tease my face."

Your gasp at his vulgarness made him even more eager to please you, wiggling his thick fingers along the apex of your thighs, digging into the meat of your thighs before prodding around your hole.

You grip his hair even tighter, letting him take his time with you.

Getting you wet, satisfied little laughs that left you breathless as you wiggled and arched. In between kisses he likes to look up at your through his thick lashes, watches you unravel as you try desperately to stay still.

"You're so fucking pretty, atta' girl. Should I get my tongue in there or fingers first?"

"Fingers."

"Just my fingers?" Keegan hummed. "Or you want my mouth too?"

"Both. I want both."

"So fucking smooth." Keegan kissed everywhere but your clit after that, leaving it to throb, making you clench around the two fingers he's slipped inside you, massaging your walls. Twisting and curling them to find that soft, spongy little shell that would make you scream, make you cum.

"That's so good baby, a little faster."

"Faster? Needy little kitten." Keegan chuckled lowly, dragging out his fingers, teasing your clit with a few precise circles and presses. He tapped it a few times making you squeal. Reeling back he gave your pussy a nice little islap. Bare and all those nerve endings shocking your system. Noticing how much you enjpyed that little hit he did again and again, another string of his spit slipped between your folds.

You could feel yourself leaking for him.

"Fuck yeah baby."

"A little love tap never hurt anyone. I want you to cum, I want you to cum all over my fingers and my face. You look so pretty when you're all fucked out."

"So do you." You whined as he started to finger you again. You weren't lying, for a big cold hearted handsome man of his caliber and weight, he made the best sounds. Moaning in your ear how good you were, how warm you felt, how inviting. How beautiful you look, how sweet you taste.

How good you taste together.

"Yeah? You think Daddy's pretty?"

Wait.

What?

You swallowed and licked at the drool coming out of your mouth before you sat up, eyeing his icy blues, taken aback as you'd never called him that before. You were met with a growing smirk.

"Are you going to answer me, kitten? I said; do you think Daddy's pretty?"

God the way he said it, it really made your heart race.

"Yeah," you drawled and cupped his jaw, watching how his eyes shifted and his mouth open. "I think Daddy's real pretty."

"Fuck." That seemed to do the trick because Keegan was suddenly on top of you, kissing you hard, biting into your neck as he slipped a calloused hand between you, fingering you so deep and fast it made your head spin, moaning like a real whore.

The sounds of your wetness, flooding around his thick fingers, drenching his palm as you squealed and thrashed, clawing at the sheets was out of control. Keegan groaned deeply as he watched. You could always feel his eyes on you, in the hall, in briefings, in bed.

"Christ, you are so fucking wet. Do you hear it, kitten? Do you hear yourself? You're gonna' make such a mess, gonna' have to change these sheets."

"I'm gonna' cum."

"Tell me baby, say it. I need to hear you say it."

"I… I…"

"Yes? You what, baby?"

"I'm gonna' cum. Make me cum, please. Oh Daddy, I'm gonna' cum, cum for you."

Somehow he got you even wetter, three fingers curling and getting you off until you came with a shout. Your legs trembling, shaking at Keegan's waist as you gasped and reeled from your high.

"That's my girl, takin' those fingers real deep. So fucking pretty kitten, good job. Daddy's kitten did so good, look at you." Keegan praised and kissed your chin, taking a tiny bite of your smooth flesh before slowly pulling them out of your hole, whining as you felt empty.

"Fuck Keegan."

"Ah ah ah," he slapped your tender pussy twice making you jolt and squirm. "Get it right or you get nothing else. I could make you watch me jack off instead. Maybe I'll jerk off in front of your pretty little face, shoot my load all over it."

"No! I want you to fuck me. Please Daddy, I'm sorry. I won't call you Keegan again. Please."

He hummed and smeared your arousal all over you mound, splitting his first two digits into a V shape, rubbing around, up and down your clit. "You just want to cum again."

"Yes I do but… I want you to fuck me, I want you inside me," you huffed and grabbed at his shoulder, pawing at his trained muscles.

"Don't you wanna' fuck me Daddy? Fuck your kitten's pussy wide open. Make me gape."

"Fuck, you say the nicest shit baby. I supposed if you put it that way," Keegan agreed and gave your hip a little pinch. "Get on your knees and hold on to that headboard."

….

Your man is nasty. He has a thing about spit and cum, the only two fluids he's at all interested in. He spreads your cheeks and the spit that hits your asshole is hot, and he's hot and your hanging your head and growling behind you teeth. He fucks you hard, reaching around your hip he finds and holds on to your pussy, fitting his fingers to spread your lips open, caging in his thrusting cock.

"Feel that kitten? Daddy's thick cock is splitting you in half. You are so amazing, look at you taking my cock like this. Good job baby, good fucking job."

"Oh Daddy, you feel so good." You keened as the headboard continued its' rhythm of banging into the wall behind it. Good thing you were at his place, your neighbors would be knocking your door down or calling the police. Which has happened. Just the once.

"Oh I know kitten, feels so good for me too. Best fucking pussy."

Keegan smacked your ass and then he was hunching over you, his sweaty chest sticking to your back, not even slowing down.

Then his hand was on the back of your neck, pushing your head into the bed.

"Good job kitten, you're gonna' take all of it, ya' hear me? What a good girl you are taking Daddy's cock, what a good little slut for me."

Keegan moaned your name, pressing his mouth to your ear as he kept up the pace.

Words you lost on you the longer he fucked you, a new flood of wetness rushed through your core, milking him, sucking him back in over and over until all you could was shout into the sheets.

"What's that, kitten? Daddy can't hear you." His bicep came up and around your chin, in a chokehold as you panted and cooed and drooled.

"I want you to cum inside me," you sobbed, feeling his muscles shift under your jaw. "I wanna' feel you, feel you fill me up. Please fill me up, Daddy. Fill up your kitten."

Keegan chuckled lowly, almost menacing in your ear, sticky like honey and just as sweet. "You want it? You want Daddy's thick cum? Yeah you do and you're gonna' fuckin' get it."

[scarletevening]

𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 [ 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐍 𝐏. 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐒 ]

𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟓 | 𝘀𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 |

cw: suggestive, post-sex aftercare, teasing, fingering, establish relationship, fem! reader

notes: squirting is when a female orgasm releases a large amount of secretion due to pleasure.

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆, panting, sweating, you clung to your husband, moaning into his neck as his low growls quieted down, his hips paused, gently resting you back onto your back as he hovered over you.

his lips never left yours, kissing you down onto the mattress as he rests your thighs on his, soothingly running his hands over each shin, fingers trailing up and down the skin to relieve your trembling legs,

"oh, you did so good, sweetheart,"

his voice cooed, lips dragging down your cheek, fingers moving into your inner thigh. his hungry eyes flickered up to yours, tongue dancing across your skin as your breath sped up.

wet, dripping, slick, your thighs were covered in your own juices, the pleasure he forced out of you, screaming his name as your eyes blew wide, body spasming,

"you did so good, sweetheart, making such a pretty mess."

your cheeks were already flushed, cunt too, but god, did that gruff make your whole body feel ablaze. you looked down at him, eyes red, teary, stained cheeks as they blush, hoarse voice stuttering. he wasn't wrong, your bedsheets were 5 shades darker from being wet, sticking to the form of the mattress. you looked between your thighs, almost embarrassed, but he couldn't stop staring. keegan smirked at you, licking his lips as he stared at the stains on his sheets.

the skin of your thigh were covered in a mix of your sweat and his, your juices, his cum dripping out of your hole as it follows the line of your inner thigh. you looked how he likes his girls, how he likes you.

messy.

his resting finger inched closer to your sloppy cunt, rough callouses circling your clit as you spasm. a low chuckle left his lips, fanning across your collarbones, ravenous blue eyes memorizing your spinning irises.

"i can't imagine just how good you would taste,"

he sighs, that same finger rubbing over your clit, pressing, watching each sound that was drawn out of you, doing them over and over again just to hear it from you again.

of course, a hungry man was always a greedy one.

soon enough his finger was nestled inside of you. you gasp, just as you did only minutes before, fingers digging into his bicep as you moan his name, eyes locking with his. just as quickly as it filled you, keegan's hand retreated, drawing up before your lips,

"help me out, yeah? tell me what you taste like."

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IM GOING FUCKING CRAZYHSHS FUCKING FERAL. also i finally figured out how to make it hot pink like ive wanted it to be for the ktober theme so imma change every photo now 😭

also this has to literally be my favorite one

༒︎ 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫; 2023 ༒︎

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Deep In Those Woods- Chapter 7

Keegan P. Russ x Fem!Reader

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6- Chapter 7

AO3

You find a strange man in the woods, no doubt running from the federation. He seems, well, in simple terms beat to shit. May your act of kindness not go unpunished.

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The sun was hot on his face, glaring down and heating the sand crusted onto the exposed skin of his face. The sky was clear- no moisture- not a cloud in sight.

Keegan was in the desert.

He was in his own personal hell.

Sandviper.

His eyes glanced down to his hands, filthy in dark red tones and crusted over too many times to count with layers of filth and flesh, blood, and dirt. Driven so deep into the crevices of his flesh that he wasn’t sure where the filth ended and his skin started.

There’s a dull blade grasped in his hand.

A man leaps from over a pile of sand- knife drawn throwing his body forward ready to fight to the death. Keegan bares his teeth like a rabid dog. Because that is all he is. A wild animal, ready to bite and tear flesh, feels the splatter of blood against his skin. The dust crusted onto his disgusting form and built upon it like a trophy.

The warmth of the blood soothed his chilled skin in the cold desert nights, and cooled his skin in the hot daylight sun. The blood tacking up, soiling the dusty sand under him. Ponds of blood against the dirty yellow sand.

He’s grinning, knife dug into the neck of the man below him. Twisting his knife until the viscera of blood pops in a horrible, twisting, snapping, and schlepping of tendons veins and gore. Flicking the dulled blade as he’d done what? At least seven times that night, he looks up to see the sky has turned dark. The full moon illuminating the hellscape he’d metamorphosed from.

Your corpse, torn open with brute force and dull metal, staring up at him with tears running down dirty cheeks. 

Eyes unfocused up at him, cloudly, dead.

And God, do they look beautiful shimmering in the moonlight. The warmth pooling from your neck warming this tips of his fingers- reaching in to cup the wound. Hold it in-

Please-

He’s sitting on the couch next to the window, dozing as the afternoon sun radiates against his face.Jolting forward and wheezing, lungs screaming and heart rate pounding in his ears. He glances down, to assess his hands and frowns at the dark smudges of dirt against his knuckles. Mentally chastising himself as he closed his fist and squeezed, nails pushing in against his palm in a near-satisfying twinge of pain. Keegan was angry at himself in a way he had trouble defending. Here he lay, on a couch in some woman’s home after getting injured. Stranded without contacting his team- he was sure that Logan would be worried sick over the lack of his check-ins.

And here he was sunning himself, content and full, like some kind of civilian. He’s not. As much as he could play- he is just a rabid dog, looking for its next hunk of flesh to tear into. Your eyes, dull, unfocused.

He needed to leave.

He needed to get his radio working- or at least get back into contact with base to let the other Ghosts know he was alive. Lurching forward, forearms against his thighs he leans as far as he can until the creak in his ribs almost forces a whine from his lips. As subtle as he can, leaning back and resting his head against the cushion.

He needed to get out.

The more he thought of hiking his ass out and away, he found his eyes trailing over to the window.

Then trailing over to you.

He frowned, forcing himself to stand before rubbing his fingers against his temples.

He needed to leave.

He was a soldier.

He had a mission.

This was no time for weakness.

And that's how you found him. Standing in the center of the room fully kitted back up- vest pulled back over his bruised chest, his pants with freshly mended holes from the wear and tear they took out in the woods. The same clothes you’d found him in and peeled off of his cold body- mended together, washed, and hung out on the line.

It almost felt like an insult, staring back at him dressed in his gear. You’d mended him back together, and he would just…

Leave?

“Where is my mask?”  

His voice was cold.

Detached.

So far from the soft and meek mumbles in his sleep, the breathy moans of pain as you lifted his back off of the floor and sat him up as you fed him.

“I’m leaving.” Your brother spoke, detached and cold as he turned on his heel and left.

“You can’t!” You yelled, hand gripped onto the doorframe as he picked up his bag and a jerrycan of fuel. The tips of your fingers screaming against the pressure on the wood, joints creaking. “I can’t just sit here and do nothing. I can’t just sit here and hide anymore!” Your brother lashed out, screaming- the rasp in his throat as the words cracked like thunder against the quiet of the field.

The chickens startled.

“Then let me come with you-” You begged.

You pleaded.

You wept. “I won’t risk it.” He bit back. “You’ll be a liability.” Was he right?

Were you a liability?

Could you face the consequences of your existence? Of your choices?

“I-..” You paused, hand releasing from the doorframe and dropping to your side.

“I’ll be back soon. I just- I have to see. The fires, they mean something.” He sighed. “I’m sorry.”

And he left.

Without looking back.

He needed to compartmentalize. Put this fucking cabin in a little box, and lock it up and stick it somewhere it’ll never be opened up again. There was an ache in his ribs that wasn’t from the injury- a tightness in his throat as he pulled on the armor, his second skin.

His armor.

His hand reached up, not yet donning his gloves, and rubbed the side of his face. Feeling the stubble long since grown out, feeling wrong. It wasn’t supposed to be there- that long. At least it shouldn’t be- he shouldn’t be in this situation.

He took a deep breath.

It would be fine. He needed to get out of this damned cabin- he needed to get his gloves on, mask on, toss his gear over his shoulder even if he body screamed against it. He needed to get out and get a radio and get out of here-

His mask-

His mask?

Where is his mask?

He rummaged- looking as quietly and efficiently as possible for the damned thing while you weren’t paying attention. Stalking room to room with silent footsteps and sharp eyes. Hand hovering over the knob to your bedroom, staring.

Debating.

He’d- 

Well.

Maybe?

No.

He’d rather rip his arm off than be caught dead rummaging through your bedroom- Rather poke out his eyes than cross a boundary like that, even if there was the possibility of you stowing it away in there. 

He’d just have to ask-

“Where’s my mask?” He’d slipped into this before- the body of a soldier. Maybe he never really left it- he was what he was after all. 

A Ghost.

Ghosts can’t change, they are what they are. The remnant of what someone once was,

Is,

Could’ve been.

But deep down, the tone of his voice surprised him- the change- it ripped away any warmth that he’d clung too. Anything he’d foolishly accepted thinking that it could become the norm.

He didn’t deserve it anyways.

“You’re leaving.” Your voice was quiet. Small.

Small like you.

Fragile.

Frail.

Small.

He simply nodded, silent.

You shrunk back, stepping to the side and striding across the building. Tearing open the door to your room- the sound of something clattering against the floor. And in a flurry- you rushing out and throwing the piece of fabric at him. The threads spreads across his fingertips, tilting the mask to the side- where the paint was starting to fade, where a rock had torn through the fabric and stabbed into his skin.

Fresh stitches mending the fabric together. 

"I just..." You trailed off.

"Want to make sure he's ok?" Keegan finished.

"Yea." You nodded. "Or at least have some closure. Sometimes just knowing- as much as it'd hurt. To know he is dead, would be better than to wait- to expect."

"I'll help you." His voice was soft- quiet. As if his words came out just above a whisper.

"Why?" You questioned.

Keegan stared, mouth opening and trying to speak but nothing coming out- his mind rushing a million miles a minute.

"Because you owe me?" You teased.

He releases a breath. "Yea, Princess. Because I owe you."

“Yes.” He breathes out- shattering the semblance of control he had on his firm, cold tone.

Your eyes are like fury- hatred, malice. Pain. “You promised.” You say it with such a conviction he nearly flinches back. Blinking once, twice- anger and bile rising back up in his throat.

Could you not see he was saving you? Blessing you? Fulfilling your stupid little promise? “I never said you’d come with me.” He replied.

He was saving you from him.

He can see the glassy haze on your eyes, putrid, vile, hatred.

The glint of your cloudy eyes against the moonlight. Gritty sand trapped in your eyelashes.

He pulls the mask over his face, and leaves without looking back.

[qaxqxd]

hi! could you write either keegan or ghost getting upset with either gn or fem reader for messing up on a mission and almost dying ending with him confessing that he’s only so upset and worried bc he likes reader and is worried about losing them? i’ve been thinking about this all day and i feel like it would just be so cute.

It’s Because I Love You.

♡Pair: Keegan P. Russ x f!reader

Genre: Slight angst to fluff

Warning: Brief mentions of injuries and not so well Keegan personality.

A/n: I don’t know what Keegan personality is like but I’ve done some research. I haven’t seen the game play of COD Ghost, yet. I also changed this up a tiny bit.

Summary: You were reckless on a mission, almost dying, causing Keegan to get mad at you only to find out the reason why he was.

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Keegan and you were not always on the best terms. Basically enemies on the same team.

You two would always challenge each other in spars and training. To see who’s better and stronger. Keegan would of course. Mostly win, and he always loved to rub it in your face. He hated you and you hated him.

You usually scoff it off and be done with it, once he wins. Well not this time.

“You want to go again, princess?” Keegan gave you a low chuckle.

“Sure thing, my knight and shining armor.” You rolled your eyes. As you got ready to spar with him.

You both stood still in your corners as Keegan placed his stand. When both of you were ready, you charge forcefully at him. This surprised him a bit.You lunge on top of his back, pushing him on the floor.

He pushed you off him, kicking him back onto the floor landing on him again. 

He didn’t fight back, he just laid there. You could tell he was smirking but you didn’t know why. That's when you realized, quickly getting off of him.

You were a deep shade of red. You sat on top of his groin the whole time. That’s why he was smirking.

“I’ll give you that one.” He walked off.

You didn’t follow him, since you were too embarrassed to. You just headed back to your quarters to clean off.

+-~-+

You were dropping into the mission. Divided into groups of 4. Your group with 2 rookies, and Keegan.. Of course. 

That didn’t really matter. You just had to stay professional and get through with this mission. 

The mission at hand you were in was simple to say the least. All we have to do is find intel. Going into the building and grabbing the information surrounding the missing weapons, along with other things.

Spreading out around the perimeter of the skyscraper. Keegan gave the nod to keep moving forward. You four cleaned out each room quickly and steady. Sometimes hiding when needed, to not draw too much attention.

Your other teammates on the other hand were being reckless and cocky. Rookies.

“How great.” You sighed under your breath. You could tell Keegan was getting annoyed too, but it wasn’t such a bad sight. You get to see him annoyed for once instead of him seeing you annoyed.

But, your teammates being reckless on the other hand was really no help. 

“Contact!” One of them yells. As gun firing started. A lot. Your former teammates weren’t in cover.  You couldn’t let them die though. You took some hits for them, guiding them to a safe spot.

You felt a few bullets hit your vest. You knew it was reckless to do that, but considering the rookie’s first missions went. You don’t want them to die.

You sat down a bit, trying to catch your breath. You couldn’t help but notice blood coming out of your vest. You looked around to your teammates, Keegan nowhere to be seen, and the two rookies still firing.

Gun firing stopped a few minutes later.

“Clear!” You heard Keegan's voice.

You got up a little tipsy holding on to what's nearby to lift yourself up. Keegan rushed to your side  Holding you up for a bit.

Your vision got a little blurry, as well sounds around you also got quiet.Your eyes getting heavy.

“(Y/n) stay with me!” He yelled. You wince a bit hearing your name.

“How is a gal supposed to pass out, if you keep yelling in my ear.” You spoke, hissing in pain.

“You're not goin’ to (Y/n).” His words sharpen, as he lifts you onto his shoulders. “I have what we need, either way. Just stay awake for me, (Y/n).”

“M- mhm.” You felt yourself slowly drift away.

“(Y/n)!”

+-~-+

You woke up to the sound of beeping. Your eyes, adjusting to the light. You recognized where you were at. It was HQ Medbay. 

How did you get here- what happened to the mission you were at? You thought to yourself. You watched a nurse come by. She assisted you and told you what happened.

That's right. You blacked out, on the mission. Shit, Keegan ought to be pissed for being reckless and probably ruining the mission.

Oh well. That's for later, right now you have other plans. And no way you were going to stay bedridden the whole time. You checked out early and headed straight back to your quarters.

You spotted Keegan on the way. You waved at him, but he completely ignored you. Like you weren’t even there. You ignored it, it was probably one of his bad days or whatever. It wasn’t your problem.

+-~-+

“I’m bench?” You frowned.

Keegan hasn’t spoken to you for weeks and now he decides to talk to you, saying that you’re bench?

“I’m not going to explain it again. Yes, your bench.” He spoke, sounding pissed.

“I’m not going to mess it up next time, it was one reckless action to save teammates.” You crossed your arms.

“You keep telling yourself that. It wasn’t necessary you didn’t need to do that. The rooks have their training in situations like that. You almost died.” He uttered.

“It was only a couple of bullets I took for them.” You mumble loud enough for him to hear.

“Are you seriously taking this lightly? What? Did you also get shot in the head?” He glared at you, cleaning his gun.

“I still don’t get why I’m being bench for it.” You could feel your blood start boiling.

“You're still injured, no?” He spoke.

“I’m healed, and ready.” You made direct eye contact with him. He shook his head.

“You left Medbay early. That doesn’t mean you're healed.”

“And why the hell do you care, Keegan? You haven’t talked to me in weeks, and the times you do. You tell me I'm off on a mission or something. Like cmon’ y’know how annoying that is?!” You finally snap.

“What? Why do I care? You're on a team! If you're injured that hurts the team!” Keegan seems to have finally snapped too.

“That's bullshit, Keegan! And you know it!”

“Fuckin’ hell- Fine! It’s because I love you.” He got closer to you, you didn’t flinch when he got closer though.

“What?”

“I hated how you almost died on the last mission. I hated how I didn’t do anything to protect you. I have rather lost any other teammates, but you. I didn’t want to lose you.” His words softened.

You felt heat rise in your face, but you also felt comforted by his words.

“So you're admitting you like me?” You smirked. He pulled down his mask. He cupped your face and pressed his lips onto you.

“Does that answer it, princess?” He tugged his mask back down. You nodded, slightly annoyed.

“Mhm, love ya’ too.”

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