#possibly Keegan smut

[writingwarden]

Me: *literally under a tornado watch, my house is shaking with the thunder*

My brain: *cures itself of writers block*

[tojisun]

I would like to suggest Simon getting cucked. I wanna see Keegan knock my big beefy wife down a peg. ùwú

I WAS THINKING SO TOO!!

!! smut; mentioned daddy kink 🫨

thinking about simon seeing keegan and knowing instantly that he’s your type. thinking about simon making an arrangement for a threesome. thinking about simon teasing you, making you needy as the arranged date arrives.

thinking about simon underestimating keegan’s charms.

simon was expecting to at least be in control. that he would tell keegan how to fuck you; tell him your sweet spots and watch as keegan reduces you to a whining mess—all because of simon.

but what a joke those assumptions had turned out to be because the moment keegan saw you, saw the pretty little doll that simon’s been obsessed with the moment he laid his eyes on you, keegan turned into a beast.

the other man was all-consuming, devouring every inch of your flesh. you trembled and cried and screamed, back arched and throat exposed, your blunt nails scratching at keegan’s tanned back.

“keegan! kee- ah!”

your cries are wanton, mewls so adorable that it had simon gripping the hand rests of his seat because that’s what he’s been reduced to—a spectator, someone who exists beyond the bubble that keegan wrapped you up in.

you moan keegan’s name like you belong to him and that is what’s damning the most.

simon wants to make it stop. he wants to get in between you two and pull keegan from humping your tight cunt, but-

but.

simon’s cock is so, so fucking hard.

keegan looks up like he knows what got simon growling to himself, his sharp eyes tracing simon’s tensed arms, seeing the way his fists are balled to the point that they’ve been drained of blood, before flitting those addicting eyes to the obvious tent in simon’s jeans.

simon breathes in sharply when keegan’s pussy-drunk smile gains edge like he’s found a new plaything.

he watches as keegan bends towards you again, his kiss-swollen lips tracing the shell of your ear. you two exchange words, voices too soft for simon’s ears to pick up, but then you’re already shifting: head tipping backwards from where it was pillowed to meet simon’s eyes as best as you can.

he almost whimpers at seeing just how messy your face had become—makeup running, lips spit-slicked, eyes swollen from the onslaught of your pleasured tears.

“si?” your voice rings out like a gunshot. “please join us?”

simon goes parched, his chapped lips parting for a reply, only-

“daddy gave me permission to invite you.”

the breath in simon’s lungs get knocked out.

keegan croons, nuzzling his nose against your cheek. “s’my good girl,” he praises, and he’s right.

you are a good girl—were only simon’s good girl but not anymore, huh baby?

simon swallows past the dryness in his throat. “is that right?” he grits out, meeting keegan’s eyes again and seeing the man’s mean grin.

keegan hums. “only if you say ‘please’.”

the wooden hand rests creak at simon’s grip. he almost snarls, almost reminds keegan who made it possible to get to this arrangement in the first place, but you’re looking at simon with such a starry-eyed look that simon buckles.

he heels. then, he says, “please, keegan?”

keegan groans, the sound rippling in ragged pleasure.

“good boy.”

im so breathless w need bkvggf!!!

[minnillea]

HIGH RISE (Keegan P. Russ X Reader)

This one is so filthy idunno what to say. (3.8k words) All characters in this are legal adults. It’s 3am so-

CW: MDNI!, NSFW, Smut, dom Keegan, sub fem reader, typical canon violence, interrogation, edging, restraints, dubcon, pure filth, choking, masked man ajjsjsjsjsjd, primal play, degradation, praise if you squint, pet names, hair pulling, hate sex, creampie, knife play, and it’s enemies to lovers<3 You are literal enemies so good luck! :D

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You were clearing the area with your team as planned. You were behind a desk, looking through your scope and offering support from afar by taking down targets in the opposing building. It was all a breeze until you saw him.

"Shit.." You cuss under your breath, feeling like the world is coming to a stop as you hold your breath. Every time you saw this man, everything went to hell. He was such a pain in the ass, and now he was looking directly at you through his scope, sending a chill down your spine.

In a fraction of a second, you pulled the trigger on him and immediately ducked down to take cover, only to hear a deafening buzz in your ears as a bullet hurtled over your head. You harshly fell down with your back against the desk before you quickly crawled to the opposite side. You could feel your heart beating out of your chest as you wondered if he was still there.

(Why the fuck is that fiend here? How did they get ahead of us?!) Your thoughts raced as you calmed down.

Suddenly, the impact of a bullet bursting through the desk and making debris scatter caught your attention. Your heart sank as it barely brushed over your shoulder. You had to move, and now.

You threw smoke and started running towards the hall on your left. As the smoke covered the corners of the room, you caught a glimpse of him on a zip line with a gun ready. He looked at you dead in the eye, making your stomach sink.

You sprinted faster and hid in one of the rooms as you heard the loud smashing of the glass. The presence of him and his team changed everything, you needed to regroup and fast.

You tried whispering to your teammates over the mic as you cautiously looked around the room, but no one was answering, frustrating you further. You took notice of the huge hole in the window. As you attempted to get a better look down, some faint rustling seized your attention.

You stayed low as you aimed at the door, waiting for him to come nearby. Then you heard some soft metallic clinking as you saw a grenade bounce into the room.

(Oh fuck, I don't wanna find out what that is.) You think as you quickly run over your options.

It all happens quickly. Your eyes widened as you ran sideways towards the shattered window of the office, keeping a guarded eye on the busted door. You looked down before letting yourself fall, grabbing onto a hanging cable someone left behind. You felt the line digging into your skin with great force through thick gloves as you went through a broken window two floors below.

You fell down on a pile of shattered glass, and a huge shard dug into your leg, making you hiss in pain.

All kinds of commotion and screams could be heard around the building as you limped towards an elevator to call it.

You only wanted to get as far away from him as fast as possible.

Your eyes flickered around tensely before you heard a faint noise and then realized that it was the elevator ding. The doors opened, and you made your way in as someone dove through to tackle you.

You gasped as you immediately aimed a pistol, shooting at the intruder, and to your dismay, it was him.

Keegan quickly knocked the gun out of your hand and then roughly wrapped his arm around your neck, strangling you. You struggled against him but couldn't free yourself from his deadly grip.

You groaned and pulled out a dagger to aim for his neck as a last resort.

Keegan moved his head out of the way in a swift motion, and your dagger slashed his cheek through his mask instead, drawing blood.

Then he forcefully slammed you down onto the elevator floor. He pinned your arms down with a hand and put his knee on your chest, making it difficult to breathe. He put his other hand around your throat and began to tighten his grip as his other leg was putting pressure on both of yours to stop you from kicking frantically.

You gasped in shock as you looked directly into his eyes, out of options as you could feel the warm blood pool around your injured leg.

Your heart was beating out of your chest, and his hand was squeezing harder and harder around your throat. You looked up at him desperately, but he just looked back with cold, blue eyes. You could feel your body failing under his weight.

You spotted a crimson stain forming below in the corner of your eye, and you knew your chances weren't good.

The world was beginning to fade around you as you tried to breathe, but he only looked down at you, his face showing no emotion.

The elevator suddenly dinged again...

Your eyes darted towards the door, and as your body went limp, a gunshot rang out.

You slowly came to, opening your eyes to find yourself tied to a chair. You noticed a piece of cloth and gauze wrapped tightly around your injured leg. Your hands were tied behind your back, and your legs were securely bound to the chair legs with some rope. You strained against the ropes and tried to move, but you were completely tied down. You make out Keegan's figure as he walks towards you and haphazardly pulls a chair in front of you.

He sits down without saying a word, his legs spread and his arms resting on his thighs uncaringly. His gaze is cold and unwavering.

You'd never seen him up close before; you only caught some glimpses of him here and there, and you hated him deeply. Even though you had given him a fair share of headaches before, you couldn't help but despise him for always making things so difficult.

He leaned forward as his husky voice drew your attention. “Well, aren’t you a little troublemaker, kid?” He teases with a slight smirk showing under his mask. “You know exactly what I want.” He said in a more serious tone with dangerous eyes.

You only stayed silent as you glowered at him.

“C’mon gorgeous, you can say a few words, or I can force them out of you.” He smirked devilishly as he tilted his head.

You scowl and turn your head away in defiance.

He grabs you by the chin and forces you to look at him. “Look at me when I’m talking to you” He spoke with an intimidating snarl before taking a friendlier tone. “So, this is how it is going to be?” He says mockingly. “Don't make me hurt you, sweetheart. I’ll make you talk one way or another.” He warns you as he locks eyes with you.

You look back at him with disdain, your lips tightly pursed, and it doesn’t go unnoticed by him.

Keegan's expression remains unchanged as he speaks. “Let me tell you something, doll…I know how much we hate each other, but it would be very smart of you if you cooperated.”

You keep your head up to glare at him. “Oh, hate is a really strong word, isn’t it?” You say sarcastically, earning a chuckle from him. “I’m not telling you shit.” You hissed at him with a glare.

You frustrated Keegan deeply, but there was something about it that drew him to you.

Keegan grins and leans closer to you. “No, you're not only telling me everything." He brushes his gloved thumb softly across your lips. “You'll show me everything too.” He whispered lowly before he stood up and walked behind you, his steps echoing through the room as your mind wandered. You felt conflicted.

Shortly, he strolled back into your view and carelessly tossed a metal tray with some tools onto the table, his hand resting on the edge of the desk.

You attempt to glance at the tray's contents, but he obstructs the view with his broad back while running his fingers through it, creating a chilling metallic clacking sound.

You can't help but be mesmerized by the sight of his physique.

Keegan slowly turns around and glances directly at you with his icy eyes, catching you in the middle of your sinful thoughts. The black smudge around his eyes only makes his stare more compelling.

"Oh, you’ll bring toys into it now?” You say in a teasing tone.

He grinned as he sat back onto the chair and ran a sharp blade up your thigh, making you tense up. He was very close, one of his knees in between your legs and a hand on top of your other thigh as he toyed with you. Your heart flutters as the subtle scent of petrichor and musk coming from him reaches your nose.

“What? You are the one who wanted to play with me, or you’ve changed your mind?” He says in a sultry yet mocking tone.

You hear his words very clearly; his breath tickles your ear. You look up, his eyes boring into yours. Even though you do not want to, you feel attracted to him, just a little bit, but you can't stand it! You can't stand the way he makes you feel. You hate him so much it hurts, but a part of you wants him.

“I'd rather die than to help you." You spit out in a deadpan manner.

"Oh, sweetheart. There are far worse things than death." He says in a fake compassionate tone as he moves the blade up to your inner thigh, cutting through your clothes in the process. The feeling of the cold blade against your plush skin gives you chills.

Now that he's sitting in front of you, you have a clear view of the tray behind him.

You see a hammer, a screwdriver, cutters, nails, rope, metal wire, syringes, tweezers, pliers, a lighter, and a saw blade.

You feel a wave of anxiety wash over you as you take in a sharp breath.

Keegan whispers as he cups your chin and tilts it to the side. “It’s such a shame to ruin this pretty face of yours.” He brings the blade up and slowly slits across the skin of your cheek, drawing some blood as you feel the stinging sensation.

You suck in a breath, turning your head to look at him with pleading, fearful eyes.

As much as he hates it, it has an effect on him. He leans in closer to your face to speak in a soft tone as his eyes darken slightly. “What is it now? Not so brave anymore?” He raises a brow as he carefully studies you; the rosy blush on your cheeks doesn't go unnoticed by him while he continues to hold your chin “If you think I haven't noticed your little game with me...the way you look at me...you're in for a surprise, princess." He smirks as you feel a tinge of embarrassment mixed in with fear.

You two stare into each other’s eyes in complete silence. He is in such close proximity to you and your silly head wishes he’d press his lips on yours. It seems like you are having a full-blown conversation with just glances when a knock on the door, accompanied by someone talking to Keegan through his earpiece, makes him lean away from you in annoyance.

You exhale softly as the tension briefly dissipates, and you glance at him with curious eyes as he responds in a dull tone.

“Roger that. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it.” His piercing eyes immediately dart towards yours when he is done; it’s hard to tell what’s going on through his mind.

“Fuck this.” He hisses, frustrated, as he gets up and hastily cuts the ropes around your legs.

You always got a rise out of him and it was quite amusing but if he had a choice, he wouldn’t inflict any harm upon you.

Before you can register what’s happening, he pushes you out of the chair and slams you against the cold metal desk, making you gasp.

Your hands are still tied behind your back as he holds you down by your neck and kicks your legs apart.

His hand squeezes around your throat with the right amount of pressure to keep you in place.

“You are lucky I’m giving you a chance, and you better not waste it.” He seethes in between his teeth as he undresses your lower half abruptly before skillfully rolling the knife in between his fingers to make it turn the other way in a flash.

You feel the cold air hit your behind as your eyes widen when he slams the handle of the blade into you with a lewd squelch.

You let out a chocked-out moan as you flinched. He keeps you pinned in place as he wraps his long fingers over the cross guard of the knife and starts pumping it in and out of you.

You whined and tightened around the object as you squirmed.

“You like to play dirty, don't you?” He teases with a hoarse voice as he moves the hilt so it hits the perfect angle, observing the dripping slick sticking to it in the process with vicious eyes.

Your mind is trying to think clearly; you're struggling with yourself. Your legs twitch as you moan pathetically in result of his actions.

He keeps you like this for a while, and you rapidly feel that the coil that formed in your stomach is about to snap.

Your muscles tense up more, and he quickly yanks his hand away, making you whine in frustration.

“Aww, what’s wrong?” He says in a faux compassionate tone. “You don’t get to cum if you don’t talk.” He says rubbing circles on your inner thigh with a gloved thumb.

You turned your head to glare at him with scoff. He chuckled darkly, leaning forward and pressing his body against yours, matching your energy with his own spiteful stare.

He then proceeded to tantalize you by rubbing the round end of the hilt against your sensitive clit, making you quiver.

You tried to keep your head cool as he kept edging you for what felt like hours, denying orgasm after orgasm. Your eyes watered as your thoughts got lost in a feverish haze.

You have so many mixed feelings in your chest right now, and you know you shouldn't be feeling this way about him. But no matter how hard you try to resist against it, you can't stand the way he makes you feel. You hated that you wanted him, and you knew damn well that if you didn’t talk soon, stuff was going to get real ugly. You craved his touch badly.

You looked back at him with needy eyes and parted lips as your heart skipped a beat.

Your gaze quickly attracts his attention, the way you're so vulnerable to him, your flushed face, your parted lips as you try to catch more air in your lungs, how you try to rub against him desperate for contact, it drives him crazy.

Keegan is completely under a spell.

His gaze deepens as he looks down directly into your eyes. You don't know what to think. But the way he looks at you...

He chuckled lowly at the sight with a frown. “You want my cock, don’t you filthy little thing? You know what to do for it.” He said in a condescending manner, enjoying how he was toying with you.

“Fuck you.” You growled at him with completely flushed cheeks, trying to act tough.

He grins mischievously and speaks in a daring tone. “Say it like you mean it, princess. How about I fuck you instead?”

“Mmm f-fine” You groaned softly before your lips started to spill everything to him, and you let your head rest back on the desk in defeat.

“Attagirl~” He cooed as you could hear some metallic clinging coming from his belt behind you.

His hand left your neck and before you tried to look back, it tugged a handful of your hair as he rammed his aching cock into you without a warning.

You moaned loudly as you felt the air get knocked out of your lungs and he pulled your head back by your hair.

“Fuck…what a grip.” He grunted breathily as he held your waist with the other hand.

He could feel your gummy walls greedily clutching around his length as moans left your lips when he started a relentless pace.

You let yourself go and rolled your eyes back as he fucked you so good.

His hand left your waist and picked up the knife again.

He slowly traced the blade in between your breasts, slitting through the fabric and up your neck until he held it at eye level for you. You noticed it was covered on your dripping slick as he spoke.

“See how dirty that slutty cunt of yours got it? Clean it up.” He demanded dryly as he kept thrusting into you.

Your breathing was heavy as you lewdly ran your tongue flat across the hilt and up the metallic blade, getting a taste of yourself.

You moaned as you finished cleaning it before he placed the sharp end of the cold blade against your neck, barely grazing your skin.

“I think you are forgetting an important little detail, aren’t you?” He speaks with an edge to his voice as he keeps the strong grip on your hair.

“Ahh! I don’t r-really know where he is! T-they don’t tell me stuff like tha-“ You moan out as he harshly thrusts into you with deep disdain to shut you up.

“Wrong answer. Let's try that again, shall we?" He presses the sharp blade against your throat as he talks with venom laced words. “Where…plap…is…plap…he…plap…staying?” He speaks in between rough thrusts as you moan loudly.

You try to form words as best as you can to no avail as you shake under him. You feel like you’ll loose your mind as he fucks you deeply, stretching you out. He grins after he sees how fucked dumb you are, too lost in pleasure. You're completely under his control as he speaks to you again.

“What was that? Mind repeating it again? Or I can stop.” He speaks with cruelty as tears roll down your face.

“N-no, no, no! P-please don’t s-top, sir!” You whine out as he keeps bullying his cock into you, hitting all the good spots.

“Then speak up.” He says coldly as he lets go of your hair and you do your best to keep your head up to avoid the sharp end of the knife.

You start talking again as you feel his gloved hand sliding under your clothes, he feels the bulge he is causing on your abdomen and presses against it, making your breath hitch in result of the added pressure.

You did your best to finish the sentence in between moans and heavy panting as he roughly gropped your breasts.

Your words sound honest to him this time and you are clearly enjoying the way he is pounding into you.

“Good girl~ It wasn’t so hard, wasn’t it?” He purrs beside your ear content as you become mush under him, feeling like your body is burning up.

He drops the knife with a clang to hold onto your hip as his other hand snakes up your back to meet your mouth.

He runs his thumb across your trembling lips before you stick out your tongue lewdly and he slowly rubs the rough pad of his digit downwards.

“Hmm! You f-feel s’good!” You moan out in ecstasy, not really aware of the stuff you were saying by now, as you felt like you were about to snap yet again due to the way he was ravaging you. It’s as if he was using this moment to get back at you for all the times you’d gotten on his nerves.

He chuckled with a soft, breathy groan. “Ah, I thought you hated me to death, dear? Maybe I should punish you for lying and just leave now that I got what I wanted.” He teased in a cold-hearted tone as he removed his finger from your mouth, with sticky strings of spit clinging onto it obscenely.

“F-fuck! No! p-please let me cum on your fat cock sir!” You wailed out in despair as your head fell against the desk, and you looked at him with big teary eyes.

He chuckled darkly as he saw the dumbed down state you were in. It’s as if all you cared about right now was being stuffed to the brim with cock.

“Relax, kid. I'm not that vile... or maybe I am?" He delivered the last part with malicious intent, tilting his head and locking eyes with you, mischief present in his cruel stare.

You whined out more as you shook your head in a tantrum.

He cooed you with a husky voice as he leaned down more, pressing his heated body against yours. “Easy there, I’ll give you what you want, darling.” He cupped your chin with his hand to stop you from moving frantically and softly kissed your cheek through the mask to calm you down as the fingers of his other hand rubbed comforting circles on your hip.

You seemed to be immediately soothed by his touch, and you rolled your eyes back before shutting them tightly as little moans left your lips. He firmly held your hips with both of his hands as he kept up the relentless pace, digging his fingers into your skin.

He cussed under his breath as you clenched harder around him, and in no time you finally came as you quivered erratically.

He let a low grunt out as he painted your insides white, and your arousal gushed all over him.

You mewled out as he gave you a couple more sloppy thrusts. He levered himself down with both hands at your sides on the desk to give you a quick kiss on top of your head before he pulled out.

You whined softly as you felt his hot cum overflow from your poor pussy. He stood behind you, his eyes fixed on your body as he took in the view.

“Now, that wasn’t that bad, wasn’t it?” He raised a brow at you playfully as he quickly fixed his belt in place before pulling your pants up.

You looked back at him with soft eyes as you panted heavily. “I’ll gladly take this over getting my fingernails pulled out slowly one by one, followed by my fingers.” You say playfully out of breath as you quivered slightly.

“I figured.” He replied stoically as he moved your hair out of your face with a brush of his fingertips before he checked up on a device he had pulled out with his other hand.

“They wanted to start exactly like that with you, but I wouldn’t let them." He said nonchalantly as his eyes flickered through the screen and he patted your head; his gentle touch made you melt. You slowly close your eyes with tranquility as you enjoy how he warmly runs his fingers through your hair.

“Wait what-“ You say snapping out of the daze before he speaks over you.

“Gotta go, till later, hot stuff.” He turned around, giving you a wink mid-turn as he swiftly spun the knife between his fingers to put it away before he sauntered out of the room, holding the metal tray in one of his hands.

You were left alone as the door closed with a faint click. You could only hear your breathing and your racing heart in the empty room.

You sighed softly as you laid down on your stomach, exhausted yet satisfied.

You started drifting to sleep while you went over the series of events that just happened, and you remembered that your leg got patched up with extra care. Maybe he wasn’t so bad after all…

[graysnetwork]

any kind of keegan x female reader smut. please. i’ll beg

thank you for the request anon🫶 I hope you like this

(NOT PROOFREAD) like any other blogs on my page 👍🏼

Warnings: names (ex: honey), creampie, suggested thoughts of somnophilia, Fem/afab reader.

Summary: Keegan looks great with wet hair and black boxers when he comes home.

BLACK BOXERS

Keegan tried to be home as much as possible, whenever he got the chance to go on leave he took it, it’s all he wanted; just to be there at home with you.

He got home a few minutes ago, he placed his bags down and went upstairs to see you, only to find you already peacefully sleeping in your shared bed, he chuckled at the sight of you turning over when he turned on the bathroom light. He took a quick shower and returned back to the bedroom, he stared at you, in a shirt of his.

He pulled the blanket slightly down, catching a glimpse of your side, the shirt riding up your body as you tossed and turned all night, ‘no panties? must’ve been waiting for me’ he thought to himself. As his eyes wander over your body, you looked perfect, you could be the cover of playboy.

The thought almost made him pass out with how quickly the blood rushed to his cock. He stood there for a few more moments, imagining what he could do to you at the moment before your voice broke him out of his trance. “Keegan?” You whispered, he nodded as he finally looked up at your face.

He looked amazing, wet hair, and black boxers, there wasn’t much to stop you from imagining things. “You look beautiful” he whispered as he crawled into bed, hovering on top of you as he kissed you. “you too tired?” He hoped you would answer ‘no’ but the way your eyes looked right now made him feel less hopeful.

“No..” your hands were on his back, squeezing the skin gently. “Good” he kissed you again pulling his shirt up over your stomach, prepping you, before sliding into you, thrusting into you at a steady pace, his hard cock filled you.

any other guy you had been with would never compare to Keegan. No other man could fuck you the way he did, he could fuck you dumb and make you forget your own name. Or he could fuck you slowly, making you remember every vein in his cock.

He could do whatever and you’d be happy with it.

He thrusted into you, getting harder as he did, his fingers pressing into your skin as he held your hips his voice strained as he moaned your name, his cock twitched inside of you, he rocked his hips against yours, his lips finding your neck; leaving hickeys on your neck. He grabbed your hands pinning them over your head.

His eyes closed as he kissed your neck, his thrusts only getting faster sliding in and out of your tight hole. His cock throbbed inside of you as he panted, his grip tightened around your waist. All you could do was lay there and squeeze around him as he used you, he loved you, he loved every part of you, and he loved every second of this.

He grabbed onto the headboard thrusting harder into you, “your doing so good for me” he whispered into your ear, your mind went fuzzy at his sweet voice, “c’mon, lemme hear those pretty noises” he kiss your cheek as he panted, he could tell you were getting close to your climax, he memorized every little thing about you.

Keegan moved even fast, keeping you in place as his hips slammed into yours, he pounded into you hungrily, his breath shortened. He panted as he got close to his high.

“C’mon, come f’me honey” he said, his tone was whiny, he wanted you to come on his cock, milk him everything he had, he was so close, with how your walls tightened around him, it felt like absolute heaven, he could come at any moment right now.

He thrusted into you a few more times before coming with you; inside of you, he slid out of your cunt watching your mixed cum slip out of your pussy, he stuffed it back in with his fingers, licking them after fucking it back into you.

“You were amazing” he whispered giving you a kiss on the forehead, before carrying you to the bathroom to take another shower and maybe having a second round.

[auspicioustidings]

Lost Boys Part 5

Summary: Preacher gets needy and Alejandro offers his help.

If you're new here this is my very self-indulgent Lost Boys AU with CoD characters fic. It's all very dark and broody and everyone is looking to bang the mc :)

Words: 1.7k

CW: Smut, dubcon

Preacher threw herself hard into work. She had to really because anytime she let her mind drift she could hear Rudy’s words in her ear, feel König's hard length at her stomach, fucking taste Johnny. Had it been that long since she had been laid that one good fuck had turned her into a mess? Well it was possible, her last 6 months on Coney Island anyone she flirted with seemed to back off before it went anywhere. Keegan had been sympathetic at least, well as sympathetic as she could ever expect from him. Here meaning he told her he'd get her off if she begged real pretty. She had told him to fuck off, although if she had stayed there much longer she suspected he might have gotten what he wanted. 

What she needed she thought was a non-threatening casual fuck buddy to get over it. Maybe. Best to hold off and see if she could fix this little problem herself first. Right now that meant focusing on work until she could sneak away on her break and relieve some tension in the nearest dinghy bathroom. 

So that is what she did. She taught kids how to catch the brass rings for a free ride ticket, she held back a laugh at a teenage boy's attempt to flirt with her after his friends had goaded him into it, she was all in all a model employee who bantered away with customers. And then Alex popped in to give her a 15 minute break and she mumbled a thank you and excused herself to the bathroom.

It wasn't the worst bathroom she had ever been in to be totally fair, but it was pretty dire. Three stalls, all empty because she imagined people would rather just eat at one of the restaurants further down the boardwalk to have access to a clean and decent bathroom. Suited her just fine, meant she could lock herself into the stall that seemed least like a biohazard and lean her head against the coolness of the door while a hand snaked under the waistband of her jeans to slide experimentally against her clit.

Already she was sighing in relief, knowing that this was going to get rid of that roiling tension that had been just under the surface the whole morning after Rudy had whispered those words to her. Probably wouldn't be the best orgasm in the world, but sometimes quick and dirty was what needed to be done and she closed her eyes, one forearm bracing above her head, and went to work. 

It was frustrating to have to pause when the door clicked open, but she'd just wait out whoever had the bad taste to come into this awful bathroom. The light rap on her stall door made her jump given that her head was pressing right against the thing.

“Occupied.”

“Oh chiquita I know, let me help.”

Jesus fucking Christ. That was Alejandro, that older surfer from the other day. She panicked, removing her hand even though he could probably here the scrape of her skin against the waistband and trying to get herself together.

“Sorry, what?” 

“Open up.”

OK, surely he wasn't offering to… what the hell else would ‘let me help’ mean in this context though? But then how had he even known she was in here touching herself? That did get her to open the door, intent on getting a damn answer.

“Were you following me?”

Alejandro took her in, from dishevelled appearance to fiery eyes to flushed skin. When Rudy had all but promised him she wouldn't be able to survive her whole shift without some form of relief he had been only too delighted to thank him properly for that and then lie in wait.

It wasn't a full Sirens song that had her like this, no if Rudy had went full throttle she would already be naked on the beach begging them to take her. Just a little taste of it, just enough to have her needy but still in her right mind. If he was going to have this woman insane and begging it would be because she was desperate for him all on her own, not because he had her in his control from a song.

“Ah you looked uncomfortable chiquita, just being a good citizen and checking in no?”

God his stupid lopsided grin was so charming. He was blocking the stall doorway, leaning an arm on one side and towering over her. Fuck she was horny.

“As you can see I am just fine, but thanks for the concern” she replied through gritted teeth, desperate to get back to what she was doing and just bloody finish. 

“Let me eat you out.”

Her cunt clenched almost fucking painfully around nothing.

“Oh my God.”

“Use your words properly, say yes.”

As if she could say anything else when her entire body was on fire from even the idea of it and he was in her space smelling of the ocean and looking at her without even attempting to hide how much he wanted her.

“Yes.”

Alejandro did not waste time. He didn't even close the stall door, he just went straight to his knees and all but ripped her jeans and panties down so he could stuff his mouth onto her cunt like he was starved for it. 

“Fuck! Wait I- fuck it's too much” she hissed, one hand gripping for dear life on the top of the door and the other in his hair trying to pull him away so she could breathe. 

He looked up at her and she swore his eyes were fully black, just a trick of the light, must be. He looked almost pissed off that she was trying to get him to slow the fuck down.

“Take it. Take it and thank me” he said, syrupy and deep, before stuffing his tongue right into her, nose bumping her clit and making her choke on her attempts to not scream.

It was so intense, fuck he was so intense. His tongue was precise, singularly focused on what most made the air punch out of her lungs in almost pained gasps. Whenever she got used to him fucking her with his tongue and caught her breath he would move to lap at her clit, whenever she finally managed to breathe through that he would suck hard on it. It was a decadent sort of torture. 

She was rutting into his face embarrassingly quickly, desperate for release and being kept right on the edge. It was as if he was deliberately… oh for fake sake. She knew what he wanted from her and she wasn't happy about it, but she was going to fucking die if he didn't make her cum.

“Thank you” she all but spat at him.

Then and only then did he finally use the flat of his tongue to lick fully from her entrance to her clit before expertly swirling the tip where she needed it, sending her tumbling into an orgasm that had been ripped out of her with such intent it caused her knees to buckle. 

He was unnaturally quick and strong, grabbing her legs to settle them on his shoulders and bracing one hand at her back so he could taste her pleasure even when she was boneless, not willing to move away just yet. 

Fuck he was good, inhumanly good. Maybe he would work as a casual fuck buddy. Christ if this was just his tongue she could already imagine what he could do with his fingers, what he could do with his cock. When she finally got her legs about her again she groaned gently taking her own weight and pushing his head away from her. He went this time, leaning back on his feet and looking up at her in a pose that was just so incredibly debauched, especially since she could see his cock hard through his tight wetsuit leggings.

“That was… fuck me you are good at this. Thanks. Do you need me to…?"

“I will chiquita, but as much as I'd love to do it now so Alex can hear how you whine for me and report back to his masters, he's waiting on you to go back to work no?”

Preacher was not one to be embarrassed about sex, hell she quite enjoyed a bit of voyeurism. She really probably enjoyed a bit of everything. But following Alejandro’s eyeline to see Alex, her fucking boss, leaning casually against the main door watching the exchange, was making all the blood rush straight to her face. 

“Shit” she yelped, pulling her panties and jeans back on properly and trying to fix herself to not look like an absolute slut who had been getting head in a dirty bathroom during her break. 

“Fifteen minutes is up, back to it Preacher” he said, casually as if this was a normal situation.

Preacher tripped her way past a still kneeling Alejandro, looking back at him in a sort of questioning apology. He only grinned that fucking lopsided grin that made her want to get fucked right on this filthy floor.

“I- sorry, I need to go.”

“I know chiquita, Keller will keep me company no?”

Jesus fucking Christ. She slipped out past Alex, trying to ignore the stirrings of her arousal wanting to flare back to life when he bunched a hand in her hair as she passed to hold her there for a moment so he could shove his tongue down her throat with absolutely no warning, quick and sloppy, before letting her go and walking toward Alejandro. 

Fuck. She got out of that stupid bathroom and back to work, absolutely point blank refusing to even consider that the two of them might be… was everyone here? Was this some sort of poly sex cult boardwalk? Alex had warned her off of everyone but the 141 but had watched her getting her mind blown by one of the surfers and did nothing to stop it. He might be getting his own mind blown right now.

And that was frankly none of her business she decided, stubbornly stretching out her muscles and climbing back onto the carousel for the rest of her shift. 

[konigbabe]

little storm (part iii; set me ablaze)

final part

Author: @konigbabe

Pairing: Keegan Russ x (vague and not described) fem!OC

Word count: 3.8k

Tags/warnings: no y/n; explicit language; keegan calls OC 'kid'; canon compliant; pre-canon; smut; p-in-v sex; kissing; vaginal fingering; cunnilingus; slight dom!Keegan; soft(er) sex; female gendered anatomy; 3rd POV

Summary: Months pass after their latest meeting; yet here she stands, in his room, way past midnight...

A/N: It's been months since I last wrote any piece of creative writing so excuse the possible slight change in tone. I tried to keep it together as much as I could.

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A part of her is paralyzed, afraid to make a move; afraid that if she does, she'll break the spell, that he'll retreat back behind his walls and the moment will be lost.

Desire bursting through her veins like liquid fire, all she wants to do is tear off that damn mask – see his face, see the full expression as pleasure takes over him. Yet the mask stays on.

There is an air of impropriety in the way her fingers trace the fresh wounds adorning the delicate skin over her knuckles. A gentle tap echoes through the stillness of the night as she stands before the wooden door, uncertain of what awaits her on the other side. A part of her yearns for him to answer, while another is hesitant, wavering in indecision.

Time had slipped by like a thief in the night since she last saw him.

She’d never admit it but she misses the feel of his presence. The annoyed tone of his voice, the watchful eyes of his that never seemed to miss. They shared a part of their past. Not a significant one, neither one that’d change their lives; but it still made her heart warm to find out that she might be the first person outside his team that saved the Keegan Russ. At least these words were said to her multiple times to her by her colleague after they found out what happened.

The door swings open with ease, revealing a shadowy figure with a mask obscuring his features. Keegan stands still, broad shoulders blocking the view into his room.

Words pool in her mouth, caught by her teeth when attempted to spill. Biting the kindness away, she can’t help but chuckle.

“Damn…you really never take the mask off, huh?” she slips past Keegan’s frame, arm brushing against the hard surface of his chest as she uninvitedly enters the room, “even when you’re alone—“

Her eyes dart around the bedroom. The room is spotless, an oddity in this dim, sulky space. It's too quiet, even the sound of her own breathing feels like an intrusion. The full moon casts a grey hue on everything, making it feel like time has frozen in this room. It matches his demeanor perfectly, she thinks to herself.

“—you’re here.”

Keegan’s voice breaks the silence as he turns around to face her. His eyes, sharp and penetrating, scan her every move as she approaches his bed, noticing the sheets neatly arranged. Her usually confident steps falter in his presence. Usually very secure and confident enough to get by, something about being here, in Keegan’s room, feels intimate.

“What you want, kid?” he meets her steps in the middle of the room.

“I just realized I never got to thank you; for saving me,” her eyes follow him, taking in the way the black military shirt hugs his upper body, vaguely outlining the defined muscles underneath, “twice actually.”

“‘s that all?” he asks.

She looks up at him, trying to read his stoic expression. The sharp and penetrating gaze seem to bore into her very soul. She can't help but wonder what he's thinking, what he sees when he looks at her.

She takes another deep breath, steeling herself to ask the question that's been plaguing her mind since the day she heard. The cuts on her knuckles throb under the bright light, a stark reminder of the past few weeks.

"Why’d you get me into Ghosts?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

His eyes flicker to her knuckles, then back up to meet her gaze. There's a moment of hesitation before he speaks, and she can see the flicker of something in his eyes.

"You're good, kid," he finally answers, his voice measured and calm. "It’d be a waste of potential if you left."

She raises an eyebrow at his answer, surprised by its simplicity. "That all?" she asks, her voice tinged with disbelief.

Keegan nods, and she can't help but feel a little disappointed. She’d expected something more profound, some hidden meaning behind his actions.

"And here I was," she says, trying to lighten the mood a little, "thinking that I grew on you." She offers him a small smile, hoping to ease the tension between them.

Above Keegan’s tall frame, the analog clock clicks as it strikes way past midnight, yanking her back to reality. The late hour dawns on her as she realizes they have a lot of work to do the next day.

“Well,” she transfers her weight from one leg to another, stopping herself from clapping, “I better get goin’. We have a lot of work tomorrow–or today, should I say.”

She makes her way towards the door, still slightly ajar.

For a moment, Keegan doesn't respond, his silence stretching on as she grips the door handle. But then he speaks, his voice low and gravelly. It makes her stop in her tracks, her back towards him.

“You’re reckless, impulsive, and a pain in my ass,” he remarks, making her pivot to face him, “but you’ve got potential, kid. And that’s something I don’t come across very often.”

His words jolt her, heat creeping across her cheeks. She’s not used to hearing praise from Keegan, especially not when it’s mixed with insults.

"So yeah," he continues, his tone softer now, "maybe you've grown on me a little bit."

She turns back to face him, a small mischievous smile playing at the corners of her lips. “Well, I’ll take that.”

As Keegan closes the distance between them, his long strides are quiet but purposeful. The floorboards creak softly beneath his weight, the sound echoing off the walls of the dimly lit room. His eyes are fixed on her, unblinking and intense, as he steps up before her.

She can feel his heat emanating from his body, warming her as he moves in closer.

"But don't let it go to your head," he murmurs, "I'll still kick you out if you mess up."

Her heart thuds against her ribs as she faces him, her eyes meeting his. There's something different in his gaze now, something that sends a thrill through her. It's as if he's seeing her for the first time, really seeing her, and she can't help but feel a little dizzy.

“But you’re not my captain,” she teases, her eyes flickering down to his torso. Her fingers twitch with a desire to touch him.

“I still outrank you,” he retorts.

“Oh, c’mon,” she exhales theatrically, “you’ve been a lieutenant for a couple of weeks.”

Silence descends on the room, thick and electric with tension. She breaks the stillness with a soft inquiry.

“How's your side?” she asks softly, reaching out to touch his hip.

“It's fine,” he replies. “I've had worse.”

It’s at this moment, her arm barely moving in order to touch his side, that she realizes just how close the man before her actually stands. It emits questions in her head – did he move closer on purpose? Or was it the same string that pulled her towards him all those months ago? That made her run through bullets to get him to safety…

Out of reality, as if she’s watching her own body move on its own, her hand reaches for his mask. Slow. Calculated and careful. As if she’s reaching to grab a piece of delicate glass, afraid it might shatter at any moment.

Her fingers brush against the rough surface of the mask, feeling the contours of it, tracing the edges.

Keegan feels her hand on his mask and for a moment, he hesitates.

Her heart races in her chest as she begins to lift it off his face. The pace tantalizing, she offers him an escape route. Enough time to pull away. To stop her.

Yet the man stands still. Frozen in his own body, he allows the woman to do as she pleases. Vulnerable as the moment might seem, she might not be aware of the fact that he carefully calculates his timing.

Only to grab her wrist when she uncovers his mouth. It’s enough; enough for him to trace her jawline, watch her eyes widen, the moon illuminating her features. Him casting a shadow over her form, trapped between his battle-worn body and the wooden door that seem to survive many airstrikes.

A part of her is paralyzed, afraid to make a move; afraid that if she does, she'll break the spell, that he'll retreat back behind his walls and the moment will be lost.

But then he moves, his hand coming up to cover hers, and it's as if a dam has burst inside her. She leans into him, her lips meeting his in a slow, steady kiss gradually increasing in hunger and neediness. She longs to feel his skin, his body. To touch his soul. To let him light that fire within her bones.

Breaking away, Keegan's eyes flutter open at a leisurely pace, fixated on hers. His expression exudes an aura of tranquillity and satisfaction as if he's at long last discovered what he's been yearning for.

He reaches up to cup her cheek, his thumb tracing her jawline as he leans in for another kiss. This one is slower, more exploratory as if he's trying to savor every moment of it. His movements are deliberate and controlled, like a man who knows what he wants and how to get it.

Keegan's hand slides from her cheek to the back of her head, tangling in her hair as he pulls her closer to him. For her, it's a kiss that tells her that she's not alone, that he's not just her lieutenant, but her ally, her partner, her friend, and maybe something more.

The day-old stubble scratches the delicate skin on her clavicles as his fingers unzip her jacket, undoing the single button at the top of her shirt to reveal more of her softness. Her content moans only fuel the hunger bubbling deep within Keegan’s insides. Hands grasping her hips, she feels like she’s flying as he picks her up.

Her legs cling to his lean frame, like vines entwining a sturdy tree. Gazing into his topaz-blue eyes, illuminated by the moonlight peeking over his shoulder. She only catches a glimpse of his rugged features before he claims her lips once more. The taste of him, the roughness of his stubble, all enveloping her senses.

Keegan’s walls are slowly crumbling down around her as she grasps the back of his neck. Partially covered in his mask, her fingers slip beneath the scratchy material, nails scratching against his scalp. A content hum assures her of her actions.

He lowers her body down onto the bed, his touch like a feather as he pins her war-ravaged body underneath him. She hears the distorted creak of the mattress as their weight meets in unison. Keegan's name slips from her lips in a breathy sigh, as she feels his warm hand glide underneath her shirt, flattening against her tummy. With his body inching closer to her belt, he halts and pauses, hovering just above her skin. A single question hangs in the air between them.

Locking eyes with her, he softly whispers, "Are you sure?"

Without a word, she nods in response, her hand gripping his shoulder tightly as she surrenders to his touch and allows him to undress her. It doesn’t take long until she’s half-naked underneath the masked man; content with his wandering eyes, roaming hands. Lips tracing the contours of her legs – ankles, knees; then indeed thighs, hips.

Keegan takes his time. Hands gripping under her knees, heels digging into his shoulder blades, she feels his lips trace the apex of her thighs. So close to where she wants him the most, a desperate groan makes its way out of her throat. Shamelessly bucking her hips into his mouth, she momentarily swears to hear Keegan chuckle.

Looking down, the man’s eyes are already looking at her face and she can swear that he’s smirking; unable to see the lower, exposed part of his face. Keegan doesn’t waste much time after she lets out another desperate plea, swiftly and with expertise taking off the last barrier between him and her innermost parts, she lays completely vulnerable before him.

The moment his lips brush against her core, his touch sends a current of electricity throughout her body and she feels herself falling into the abyss. Too much time had elapsed since someone had caressed her with such sensuality, and Keegan's deliberate movements brought her back to life.

Bursting with hidden energy, her sounds grow louder the more his tongue delves inside her. Tasting her. Lapping at her like a man dying of thirst; she completely overtakes his mind as he watches the woman before his eyes twist in pleasure. Rapture coursing through her veins like molten magma, all she wants to do is tear off that damn mask – see his face, see the full expression as pleasure takes over him.

Yet the mask stays on.

She feels like she’s been thrown into boiling water; drowning in the feeling of Keegan’s tongue, fingers curling deep inside her. His hands heating the skin of her chest, feeling her hardened nipples underneath the remaining pieces of clothes none of them bothered to discard.

The symphony of her cries when she finally reaches her peak is music to Keegan’s ears, fueling his ardor as he savors everything of hers with unmatched hunger. Unwavering in his passion, if anything, it only grows more fervent as he loses himself in the intoxicating taste.

Something snaps.

Inside Keegan; something breaks.

The cage holding his inner, primal side of his; it escapes.

Keegan's fingers are like a vice around her thighs, an unexpected surprise that has her muscles tense momentarily. His grip only grows tighter as he easily flips her onto her stomach. Her skin aches from the sudden change of position and she feels his lips lightly brush against the back of her thighs. A gasp spills from her throat as Keegan's teeth dig into her plump flesh, a fire of sensations burning in its wake.

Shameful; that’s how she believes that she should feel.

Shameless; that’s how she truly feels.

She can feel his tongue trace the globe of her ass, moving upwards until he reaches her lower back. Blatantly digging her knees into the mattress, her body moves into override. All sense of rational thought fades away as her instincts kick in, driving her movements to a cardinal level. Her body moves with a life of its own, responding to the sensations coursing through her veins.

The desire coursing through her makes even Keegan’s smallest acts seem as if her whole existence depended on him. The way his voice rasps when he whispers into her ear; feeling his hand knead the skin of her ass.

“You never told me your name,” his teeth mark her shoulder.

That’s when she feels the side of his face brush against hers, a sudden rush of realization washes over her — he’d taken off the mask.

She answers with a name as sweet and gentle as the lilac flowers she'd pick on summer days, as beautiful as the melody of her father's song that used to echo through the kitchen walls, yet still as false as the family she was born into.

His hand clutches the back of her neck, pinning her in place and trapping her in the moment of wild passion, caging in any curiosity or doubt. She unsuccessfully tries to twist around and see him, but instead finds herself pressing further into the lone pillow adorning his bed.

When his fingers scorch her oversensitive folds, each stroke seeking out pleasure spots within; it makes her forget it all. Her hands fist the bed linen, almost tearing it from the mattress.

“Fuck me already,” her impatience grows as he toys with her more. Unbothered by her writhing body. By the way she desperately tries to back into him; to feel him inside. The fabric of his shirt still brushing against her bare back as Keegan stills, hearing her raring demand.

“Manners,” he challenges. He tortures her with his fingers; two of them completely buried, it's enough to bring her back when she would have felt right at home sinking into an infinite loop of pleasure, "I'll keep going until you ask nicely."

“Keegan,” his name tumbles from her lips now more as a plea than as a word, “please," she surrenders willingly, craving for more.

It’s then that she can hear the buckle of his own belt. Feeling its part slide over her bare ass as Keegan works his pants down; not fully, just enough to free his aching cock. It doesn’t really matter to him at this moment, whether he’s fully naked or not. He only wants one thing; and that one thing is laying beneath him. Bare. Vulnerable. Willing and oh so desperate for him.

Fisting his own cock, he can feel his heart pumping; hard fast thuds against his ribcage. All while his other hand grips the pillow right next to her head. A guttural moan escapes his lips as her legs move wider, inviting him in.

His name a sonnet, a mixture of moans and mewls fills the darkened room. The spongy head of his cock teases her entrance, collecting her wetness. Occasionally dipping inside just enough to feel her opening up to him.

He wants to hear her beg once more.

Determined to do it; “Fuck,” is all he’s capable of saying when her walls enclose his tip before he withdraws again. Teeth grazing the same spot on her shoulder, sure to leave a mark after he’s done with her, he continues to repeat the action – just the tip; in and out, drawing sweet cries out of her.

His name becomes a safe haven when mixed with her moans; her writhing body, ass pushed against his hips, thighs enclosing around his.

Gripping the metal headboard, her words fuel his starvation. Tongue tracing the slight teeth marks on her soft flesh, hand flicking over her aching nub, its the simple, sweet little word, the plea, that does it for him–

–”please”.

His pace is slow; teasing. Tempted to thrust all the way as for his it’s been way too long since he felt the exquisite squeeze around his cock, he continues the leisurely tempo. His fingers, circling around her clit, follow the rhythm.

It’s calculated; as everything Keegan does. Steady, quick thrust in. Punishingly slow thrust out. His desire to savor her, to savor the feeling overtaking her very own primal needs. Yet, she’s content. Chest pushed into the hard mattress, the feeling of springs pushing back against her; hand grasping the headboard, feeling its cold surface against her heated skin.

Keegan's rough breath tickles the skin on her neck as his face nuzzles against it, his lips occasionally brushing against her flesh. Her fingers delve into his hair, surprised by its length and texture. Soft and fluffy, with curls that she can feel around his temples. But even with her grip on his hair, she still can't quite see him – he remains a mystery to her.

Even now, deep within her walls, feeling the head of his cock kiss her cervix, Keegan Russ still remains as puzzling as the depths of the sea, unfathomable and enigmatic.

Her hand grips the back of his neck, pushing him forward; lips connecting in a crushing kiss, she can feel the muscles in her neck strain as she desperately sucks on his lower lip. Pulling away with a groan, his hands grip her waist; a single tug forces her lower body to move back on her knees. Breasts firmly pressed into the mattress, arms stretched forward, his name escapes her lips as his thrusts grow impatient. Hard and relentless, hands grasping the skin on her lower body, anywhere he can reach and squeeze.

The pillow muffles her cries of passion for only a moment; until Keegan moans out her name, hand sneaking around her clavicles, to grip the side of her neck just enough to bring her up to him. Back to his chest, the fabric of his shirt scratching her exposed skin, his breath fanning over her ear.

Eyes closed, lost in pleasure and pain, she thrusts backwards, meeting Keegan halfway. Hands gripping his forearm, she can feel the tension building.

Her vision is filled with shimmering pinpricks of light, as though her entire being were consumed by a starry night. Keegan's body moulds to hers, holding her tight in his firm embrace as she reaches the peak of ecstasy. His voice rasps out her name like a prayer, and he clings desperately to her neck, burying his face against her skin.

Breathing heavily, he clings to her as if his life depends on it. His fingers dig into her back, his knuckles turning white from the pressure. She can feel the heat radiating off his body, and his ragged breaths tickle her skin. He's holding her so tightly that it's almost painful; she swears can sense the fear and desperation in his touch. Despite the intensity of the moment, she can't help but feel a sense of comfort in his embrace, knowing that he needs her just as much as she needs him.

It’s not long after that he stirs before getting up, watching as she lets her spent body fall onto his very own bed, face towards his window; she watches as the moon shines over the top of the nearby building while listening to the rustling next to her before a towel lands next to her head.

Turning to face him, a sense of disappointment washes over her as she sees Keegan with his mask back on. Fully dressed, in stark contrast to her completely naked body laying on his bed, illuminated by the night sky. A picture he surely will remember for a long time.

She stares at him, intensely analyzing his stoic expression while her body still pulsates with his own cum leaking out of her cunt.

“You good?” she breathes, breaking the silence between them.

He hesitates before answering. "Yeah, I'm fine, kid. Just...trying to process everything."

A slight grin pulls at the corner of her lips.

“You shouldn’t call me kid now, Keegan,” getting up, she walks towards him, still completely naked, feeling the cold breeze wash over her glistening skin, “makes you look like a paedophile.”

Now it’s his turn to laugh softly, “you’re right.”

“Think I can use your shower,” she asks, “I’m quite sticky if you get me.”

Arms crossed, he nods towards the door next to his bed. She can feel the tension emanating from him and decides to break the silence, "y’know, for someone who just had sex with me, you're awfully distant."

“It’s not like that,” he huffs as she makes her way towards the bathroom door.

"Ah, I see. So, I guess that means no cuddling?" she says playfully, hoping to lighten the mood.

She can see his eyes quint beneath the mask; a small smile surely to decorate his face. But even now, she can still see the walls he's built around himself. "I don't cuddle.”

She shrugs it off, "Suit yourself," and enters the bathroom, leaving him alone in the room. The sound of the shower soon engulfs the space. Keegan stands there for a moment, lost in thought, before finally making his way towards the door. He takes one last glance at the bathroom door, his mind racing with conflicting emotions, before turning to leave.

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Gaz’s Blue Hat  Masterlists and introduction! (Please Read Me!)

Hello! I’m Val, or “the hat”. I love the CoD universe and have watched play throughs of most of the games. At the moment, I’m only writing for 141 and possibly other main characters throughout the story.

If you do not have your age in your bio, you’re getting blocked. I’m sorry but this is an 18+ blog. I don’t feel comfortable with minors interacting with my things.

Another thing. I will write rough topics. I’ve struggled with Suicide, Self Harm, Sexual Abuse, Addiction and many other vices. I feel like there (rightfully) is a lot of hesitation to write these topics. However, I find comfort in stories. Of course I’ll put trigger warnings on every piece I do, but I want to let you know that you’re seen and you’re heard. Final thing and I'll stop my rambling, I promise. I won't tolerate hate here. I do my best to stay educated on things and thus, this is a safe place for people to ask questions and learn about things they might not know about. Be kind folks.

Key: 

💖-Fluff

🪄 -Silly

🩸-Whump

☠️-Angst

❤️‍🔥-Smut

Series

-Fair Winds and Following Seas- Simon Riley x Reader (Tempest) 

Read on Ao3: Here!

Chapter 1: Pilot

Chapter 2: The Winding Road of Introductions

Chapter 3: The Calm Before the Storm

Chapter 4: Speed of Sound (Wip)

Glacial Tides- King!Johnny MacTavish X Siren!Reader

Masterlist Found Here!

--------------------------------------- Small Town UA- Hiatus

-Sunflowers and Shotguns (Small Town UA)- Soap x Reader (Lamb) 💖🩸

Welcome

Southern Hospitality

Around the Fences

Air Pressure

Tornado Sirens (Wip)

Toxemia (wip)

-Injections and Ivermectin (Small Town UA)- Ghost X Reader (Tens)💖

Moos Malady 

Like Little Railroads

Riley and Riley (Wip)

Concussion (Wip)

CPR (Wip)

Fireplace (Wip)

-Books and Bombshells (Small Town UA)- Gaz x Reader (Keys)

Books Bring Us Together

WPM (Wip)

Dewy Decimal System (Wip)

Movie night (Wip)

Kickstarter (Wip)

Dog-earing (Wip)

-Waves and Warfare (Small Town UA)- Price X Reader (Skip)

Captain to Captain

Come a little closer (Wip)

Kate Kate Kate (Wip)

High Seas (Wip)

Depth Charge (Wip)

Songs of the Deep (Wip)

-TF141 and the WSM- (Small town UA blurbs)

Wear the hat, ride the cowboy 🪄

Beware the Wave Soaked Maidens (Wip)

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Dungeons and Dragons AU (All characters have three parts)

Seeing isn’t everything (Kyle “Gaz” Garrick X F!Reader) (Medusa)

Pt. 1

Pt. 2

Pt. 3

Songs across Seafoam (Johnny “Soap” MacTavish X F!Reader) (Siren) (Wip) 💖🩸❤️‍🔥

Pt. 1

Pt. 2

Pt. 3

Shapes in the Mists (Simon “Ghost” Riley X F!Reader) (Changeling) (Wip) 💖☠️❤️‍🔥

Pt.1

Pt.2

Pt.3

Curls of Smoke and Embers (Captain John Price X F!Reader) (Dragon) (Wip) 💖☠️🩸❤️‍🔥

Pt.1

Pt.2

Pt.3

--------------------------------------- One Shots

Captain John Price 

Left Behind ( Wip) 💖🩸

Yours to command ❤️‍🔥

Wedding ring (blurb)❤️‍🔥

Cherry stem (blurb) mild❤️‍🔥

Bad day (blurb) 💖

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Potent Poisons and Precious Passions (Fem!Reader) 💖❤️‍🔥

Loving Something So Broken (Gn!Reader)☠️💖

Forged in Blood, Bonded by Steel (wip) 💖❤️‍🔥

Hearts Do Mend ☠️💖 (Slight❤️‍🔥)

Cherry Stem (blurb) mild❤️‍🔥

Tags (Blurb) ❤️‍🔥

Bad day (Blurb) 💖

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish 

Whispers in the Night (Wip) 💖❤️‍🔥

Domestic Bliss (wip) ❤️‍🔥💖

Cherry Stem (blurb) mild❤️‍🔥

Desperate (Blurb) ❤️‍🔥

Bad Day (Blurb) 💖

Talking you Through it (Blurb) (Capt. MacTavish) ❤️‍🔥

Headboard (Blurb) (Capt. MacTavish) ❤️‍🔥

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Passing Notes 💖

Cherry Stem (blurb) mild❤️‍🔥

Natural Remedy (Blurb) ❤️‍🔥

Bad Day (Blurb)

Paperwork Shmaperwork 💖

Alex Keller

K.I.A to C.I.A (Wip)💖❤️‍🔥

Konig

Love on the Battlefield (WIP)💖❤️‍🔥

Keegan P. Russ

Rupert’s Drop (WIP) 💀🩸

No Nut November (Blurb) ❤️‍🔥

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Blurbs

No Pairings, just brainrot

What really happened at the end of MWIII

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🩸Whumptober🩸

Intro (Please Read)

Character taking care of Reader Whumptober list

Reader taking care of Character Whumptober list

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Reblogged Masterlists

These will be complete lists of everything I have ever reblogged about these characters. I don't like the Tumblr Tagging system to look through my stuff so I made my own list like this. I'll be going backwards from present day to the very start of this blog (June)

(11/5/2023 update): I'm working hard on linking and sorting everything I have reblogged. I have organized up to October. Everything that has yet to be linked will have the tag 'To Be Linked' on it. Feel free to rummage through the bins while I get my books on a shelf. Thank you for your support!

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

John Price

All Others /Multiple

[ghostedcas]

writing, rules and requests

who i write for:

call of duty: simon 'ghost' riley, könig, johnny 'soap' mactavish, keegan russ, kyle 'gaz' garrick, alejandro vargas, valeria garza, capatin john price, kate laswell, farah karim, kim 'horangi' hong-jin

criminal minds: spencer reid, aaron hotchner, derek morgan, penelope garcia, jennifer 'jj' jereau, emily prentiss, elle greenaway

stray kids

scream: billy loomis, stu macher

fnaf: william afton, michael afton (adult only)

genshin impact: kaeya, diluc, lisa, jean, childe, zhongli, rosaria

resident evil 4: leon kennedy

sally face: larry johnson, sal fisher, ashley campbell (all adult only)

hemlock grove: roman godfrey

i write fluff, smut and angst :) (though i'm a big sucker for fluff, a lot of my fics will be fluffy)

requests:

no: incest, pedophilia, scat/piss play, vore, sexual gore, graphic (sexual, physical, etc..) abuse, rape/rapeplay, ageplay, raceplay, anal, dom!reader

yes: choking, knife/gunplay, bloodplay, cnc, nongraphic depictions of (sexual, physical, emotional, etc..) abuse/torture, violence, age-regression, depictions of (severe) mental illnesses and substance abuse, depictions of toxic relationships, nongraphic depictions of self-harm

i don't write (explicit) male!readers, nothing against mlm/nwlnw however im not comfortable writing it as i am afab. that being said, i am MORE than happy to write masc aligned characters. i do try to keep most of my writing as gender neutral as possible so some fics could be read as a male!reader and i have no problem with male readers interacting with my works :)

lastly, if you're not 100% sure if your request is something im able to write please just feel free to send an ask and ask about it! :)

note: i've never played COD a day in my life, i just think masked men are really fucking hot 😔✊ also the women in cod are hot too, i fucking love women🫶

[halcyone-of-the-sea]

Updated Request Information Guideline as of 3/5/2023 to Present

I've decided to update my request guidelines to better reflect my needs for submissions, what I’m comfortable with, etc. Please read this before you request anything.

WHO I’LL WRITE FOR:

Modern Warfare II - 

John Price

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick

Simon ‘Ghost' Riley

Johnny ‘Soap’ MacTavish

Phillip Graves

Alejandro Vargas

Rodolfo ‘Rudy’ Parra

Modern Warfare (2019) -

Alex Keller

CoD: Ghosts -

Keegan P. Russ 

David ‘Hesh’ Walker

Logan Walker

Thomas A. Merrick

Alex V. ‘Ajax’ Johnson

Kick

Modern Warfare: Multiplayer - 

Arthur

Nikto

König

Krueger

Misc. -

Gary ‘Roach’ Sanderson (MWII (2009))

James Ramirez (MWII (2009))

Derek ‘Frost’ Westbrook (MWIII (2011))

Sandman (MWIII (2011))

Original timeline character ver., e.g., '09 Soap, Ghost, etc.

If you would want someone to be added to this list - please ask and I'll look into it!

WHAT CONTENT I’M NOT COMFORTABLE WRITING/GENERAL REFUSALS:

Anything involving - 

Dubcon/Noncon

"Dark" content

In-game characters being asked to be portrayed as toxic/abusive/obsessive/etc.

Daddy kink

Pedophilia

Racism/hatred of a certain group of people, etc.

Petplay & anything in that area

Intense descriptions of SA*

Intense descriptions of Self-harm*

*I’m alright with writing very light references/insinuations after the fact - but no way in-depth.

WHAT I AM COMFORTABLE WRITING:

Involving - 

NSFW/smut

SFW

Angst

Intense gore/violence

Character death (major or minor)

Character pregnancy/having children/being parents, etc.

Pretty much anything not mentioned in the above category, always within reason, is fair game. If you’re unsure about your idea, please ask.

IMPORTANT INFO:

I only write F!Reader x M!Character fics

I do not write ship content

I ask that physical descriptions be left out of requests so I can write as vaguely as possible 

I also ask that any smut/NSFW requests be vague, not incredibly vulgar. A little idea of what you want is perfect, but I would rather you don’t send in multiple paragraphs of just....y’know. I put my ‘read-more’ bars and warnings to separate the contents from the main header, if you get what I’m saying.

It may help me more if you include a few sentences of what you’re thinking for your request - like a basic outline or literally just a prompt

You may send in a request and I may not be able to write it for a while, so, please be patient. I’ll get there eventually!

Just a reminder that every request may not turn into a fic - it’s all up to the time I’m able to put into writing and if I get that spark of imagination. I mean no harm/have no malicious intent if I’m unable to post/work on your request. There are a multitude of amazing authors on this website that may be able to write for you instead!

And, remember, if you’re confused/want further clarification it’s perfectly fine to ask me! I have no problem with answering questions.

Finally, thanks to everyone who sends in requests, general asks, etc. It’s incredibly uplifting to receive such support! Love you all!

[roleplayfinder]

Hellooo! You all can call me June, and I’m a 21f, so please be 18+ in interacting for a roleplay, for everyone’s comfort and safety.

I am looking for a roleplay in the Call of Duty fandom, primarily along the MW reboots, since that is what I am most knowledgeable on.

A little bit about my writing, I like to consider that my writing is semi-lit, and nearly all my responses will be close to maxing the discord word count with anywhere from three to five paragraphs. I prefer a plot to smut ratio of 60/40 and I write in third person.

I am looking for Oc x Canon, and M x F, and in return, I am willing to double with Oc x Canon, Canon x Canon, M x F, F x F, or even M x M, whatever catches your eye!

I am looking for someone that can either play Simon Riley or John Price for my oc and in return I can play anyone from this list of characters

John Price

Simon Riley

John “Soap” Mactavish

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Farah Karim

Valeria Garza

Alex Keller

Phillip Graves

Konig

Alejandro vargas

Keegan P. Russ

If this seems like something you are interested in please either comment on this post and I will answer as quickly as possible!

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[iuvroachfromcodq]

Just some of my writing rules/stuff in general

Fandoms and characters I'll write for(for now):

Sally face; Sal Fisher, Larry johnson, Ashley Campbell, Todd ???, Neil ???, Travis Phelps, maybe Chug, Maple, ect

Cod; Gary Roach Sanderson, Simon Ghost Riley, Johnny Soap MacTavish, Captain Price, Konig, Horangi, Keegan, Krueger, Gaz, Alejandro, Rudy, possibly Graves, Ask for more and i may give

Jujutsu Kaisen; Almost anyone besides Panda, just ask

Mha; anyone besides Stain

Creepypasta and marble hornets; Jeff the killer, Ben drowned, Ticci Toby, eyeless Jack, Laughing Jack, Jane, Nina,

Haikyuu; Everyone

What I write;

Self inserts, head cannons, drabbles, fics, angst, fluff, smut (if it's with a minor character the character must be aged up), ECT.

What I won't write;

Rape, pedophilia, Zoophilia, scat, detailed gore,

My favorite stuff to write

Soft fluff and smut, soft and angst head cannons, currently hyper fixating on Sally face and cod men

[auspicioustidings]

Lost Boys

2. The Morning After

Summary: She wakes up the morning after with some fuzzy memory of the night before and Simon muses on the events of the evening.

I'm tagging this as x reader but it is in third person because I'm pretty garbage at writing in second person.

Words: 1.2k

CW: Dubcon bordering on noncon, rough sex (mention only, not really proper smut)

Christ her head was banging. Actually everything was throbbing pretty uncomfortably. The initial thought was that she must have drank a whole bottle of bourbon last night to be feeling like this, the ache between her legs and the scratchiness of her throat meaning she had probably done so with some very good company.

She sat up in bed with a groan when the fuzzy memory came back to her. A skull mask, a motorbike, blood rushing to her head and not being able to breathe. Oh God, her first night and she had went and had a threesome with the Boardwalk troublemakers. How pathetic and blissed was she that she didn't remember getting home? Honestly she didn't remember a lot of the finer details. Had she passed out? How did they even know where she lived to get her home?

She took account of herself. In clean underwear and an oversized t-shirt that certainly was not hers. She felt pretty clean actually and realised with some horror that her hair was damp. Someone had washed her. Someone had washed her hair. She was pretty sure that fully dead to the world to the extend that people had to wash and tuck her in was a level of fucked out that went beyond what should have been possible.

It's not like she was shy about it per se, if anything the way her legs wobbled when she got up was the same sort of satisfying as sore muscles after a work out. But there was no way she could work properly if the people who caused problems were going to be treating her like they had won her. And if she knew anything about men, that's what they would do. She'd be lucky if she could set foot on the Boardwalk without everyone knowing exactly what had happened, they had probably been crowing about it. So her options were to put up with it, to find another job elsewhere or to own it.

Experience told her the first two didn't work out. The third always did. The third was technically how she had met Keegan. It had been after a night with Logan that he had been insufferable about the next day, telling everyone that she was only mouthy until a firm hand got her all compliant and polite. It was Keegan that he had been saying as much to when she had arrived and made comment on how as she remembered it, he was whimpering for her by the end. Hadn't he needed her permission to cum? It was so nice seeing that little submissive side of his. Logan had promptly stopped bringing it up after that and Keegan had howled with laughter, their strange flirtationship starting from there.

A wave of light headedness hit and she decided that she could deal with it tomorrow. It wasn't like she needed to be anywhere, the way it worked at these places was you got paid when you showed up but you didn't have a set shift, at least not until you had established yourself. And catching the mess of her neck in the mirror she thought it wouldn't be a bad idea to lay low and see if she couldn't use the cold spoon trick to try and get the hickies to be less horrendous.

Today she could take a hot bath, try and stretch out her sore muscles. She had to eat, she felt horribly weak. Only when she went to the kitchen to see if she still had any of the junk food she had bought on her first day she found the place stocked with all manner of fresh foods, weighing heavily on steak, spinach and oysters of all things. She ripped open the cabinets to find they were full as well, some fancy brand of dark chocolate right at the front with a ribbon tied around it.

What the everloving fuck.

--

Simon was inclined to let Keegan fuck Johnny's brains out next time he was in town. This particular little gift was by far the best he had ever sent.

In hindsight of course she had been meant for them. What were the chances they came to see John at the exact time she was looking for Hellraiser. That was always how Keegan identified his gifts, had them sweetly going to the store to pick up one of his recommendations. Always horror.

Only this one had bite, this one fought the instinct to be afraid of Johnny when he got in her face. She had tried to soothe John, thinking they were there to mess with him. How sweet, what a demure little thing. Johnny had been chomping at the bit to eat her and Kyle had been a right git about it when he had lost the coin toss for the priveledge.

John had taken him to the side, told him to try her out, see what he thought. Simon hadn't really known what he meant, him and Johnny were going to kill her tonight. He laughed now, realising that John had known straight away they wouldn't kill her, they'd have one taste of her pretty little cunt and be gone for her.

He almost took her right there on the carousel, cock straining against his pants at her defiance. He had fallen in love with her right then. They had been watching her all night, the way she lost herself to her senses being overstimulated. They way she couldn't keep her hands off of everything around her, needed to feel something. He had to let Johnny ride his thigh to get some relief when the man was panting after her, ready to go feral. Such an impatient little mutt, he'd need to punish him for that later.

Fuck she had been so good for them, came so hard everytime they wanted her to. Fought against it when it got too much and then came anyway. Got Johnny begging real nice as well.

She wouldn't even remember the second round, not after being fed from. Couldn't have her knowing about them just yet, it would ruin all of the fun.

Johnny was such a messy pup about it, fucking her into the ground without even licking the bite wound closed, letting her get smeared with blood and arousal and dirt. And just when he thought they had pushed her to the breaking point she got mean, bit Johnny right back like she was the predator here. Even rode his face when Simon had picked her up and placed her at Johnny's mouth so he could bite at that artery in her thigh he knew Johnny loved to feed from. That was when Johnny had fallen in love, when she had been pushed beyond human into something feral.

He considered leaving her there when he fucked another load into her, groaning at the image of her waking up dazed and confused with him dripping from her. But no, their sweet little thing had done so well for them and they took care of what was theirs.

She'd need to get her strength up after all, wouldn't be fair to keep John and Kyle from her forever.

[lolchicsa]

Thoughts?

I need peoples opinion on a multi chapter story idea I have. It would be a long one to write down and might take a couple months to complete, but I would try to release chapters as fast as possible. I just want to know if anyone would be interested in actually reading it.

Cast:

Ghost

Konig

Keegan

Krueger

Nikto

Insane cast, I know, I’m ambitious. Why these characters? Mask kink. Why 5? Well… the female anatomy has three fuckable holes and two hands… for the most part. Smut? Hell yeah, need to feed my crippling loneliness somehow. Yes this will be a slow burn, poly fic because fuck you I said so (you’re lovely, sorry ;-; )

This story will be written from the main females perspective, don’t know if I want to make a kick OC or just have it set to y/n. Main character would be a hired merc, my sanity prevents me from writing these characters in a domestic environment. 5 killing machines socializing like normal human beings? Can’t bring myself to believe that’s possible. Comments? Ideas? Anything is welcome.

Also can we talk about the DMZ bots? They can revive themselves!!! Like, down one and wait for another to just show up and they’ll pat each other on the back. Wtf?!? “Oh you got shot? Let me just pat you, you’ll be fine brother” headass. I hate them, with a passion. They just make my life a living hell.

[findingroleplays]

❦︎About & Rules

18+NB looking for a long-term rp partner that can do 1x1 oc x canon, with me as the oc. I'd like to rp with people 18+ as well, someone who's communicative and friendly since I wanna gush over our characters and rp together! I also exclusively rp on Discord.

I'll do doubles if the other pairing is canon x canon, and maybe your oc x canon depending on the oc. I like in-depth OCs and preferably MxM or NBxM, maybe FxM.

I'd also like someone who'd be comfortable with doing a lot of angst, occasional smut, and some violence/gore/possible dead dove, but that last part is negotiable!

❦︎Looking For/Willing to Do

Call of Duty

Looking For (my OC): Ghost, König, Horangi, Nikto, Logan Walker, Keegan P. Russ

Willing to Do: Any character, most ships like soapghost, korangi, lokee, etc, kinda down for anything that isn't taboo.

❦︎Literacy

Lit to Novella, I've rped since 2016, so I have experience, and I'd hope my partner can also be Lit-Novella. Plot and such can be discussed in dm.

❦︎Characters

I try to do as many characters as I can, I'm willing to try ones that I'm not used to, and I can provide a list of muses I play. I main my OCs. I can also do multiple characters at once, up to around 5 total, more if I'm pushing it, and I'm cool if you want a poly ship. LGBTQ+ relationships are more than welcome!

Leave a like and I'll get to you asap!

.

[findroleplay]

❦︎About & Rules

18+NB looking for a long-term rp partner that can do 1x1 oc x canon, with me as the oc. I'd like to rp with people 18+ as well, someone who's communicative and friendly since I wanna gush over our characters and rp together! I also exclusively rp on Discord.

I'll do doubles if the other pairing is canon x canon, and maybe your oc x canon depending on the oc. I like in-depth OCs and preferably MxM or NBxM, maybe FxM.

I'd also like someone who'd be comfortable with doing a lot of angst, occasional smut, and some violence/gore/possible dead dove, but that last part is negotiable!

❦︎Looking For/Willing to Do

Call of Duty

Looking For (my OC): Ghost, König, Horangi, Nikto Logan Walker, Keegan P. Russ

Willing to Do: Any character, most ships like soapghost, korangi, lokee, etc, kinda down for anything that isn't taboo.

❦︎Literacy

Lit to Novella, I've rped since 2016, so I have experience, and I'd hope my partner can also be Lit-Novella. Plot and such can be discussed in dm.

❦︎Characters

I try to do as many characters as I can, I'm willing to try ones that I'm not used to, and I can provide a list of muses I play. I main my OCs. I can also do multiple characters at once, up to around 5 total, more if I'm pushing it, and I'm cool if you want a poly ship. LGBTQ+ relationships are more than welcome!

Leave a like and I'll get to you asap!

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[cowyolks]

Hey :)

I love your writing and your headcanons and I was so happy when you posted a Keegan story! But I realized something. So I wanted to ask you a question. Do you intend to write gender neutral stories or are you exclusively writing for female readers? If so, it is usually curtesy (of course you don't have to follow any rules like that on the internet but I feel like it would be nice to know for non-binary or male readers) to indicate the gender somewhere. Whether that be in the title or just the pronouns used for the reader before the writing starts. It would be awesome if you could do that :) I don't mean this in a condescending or mean way, I hope I haven't offended you!!

No offense taken anon. Some of my stories are gender neutral and I try to keep them that way. At some point I’ll go back and make sure I’ve made my stories as neutral as possible. However, I don’t think I’ll ever write smut for anything other than she/her pronouns simply because I wouldn’t know how to write it without it sounding hideously written lol. Also I’ll start to put in the titles if it’s more Female based or gender neutral! ❤️