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blingblong55 · 7 months

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So into you-Keegan P. Russ NSFW

Based on a request:

Keegan Russ with 24 and 5 with a cherry on top and so you can actually say yes I'll even add sprinkles it can be m or f reader tbh i don't care --- F!Reader, smut, MDNI, breeding kink, dad's best friend(DBF), unprotected!sex, age gap, all characters are of consenting age(18+)

A/N: it's a well-done deal.

Your dad had served in the Marines with Keegan before he retired and began working elsewhere, Keegan had become a huge part of your adult life. After introducing him to his daughter, he and you grew close. For one, he was at least four years younger than your dad but still much older than yourself. It was around springtime when he came to your parents' house, your parents celebrating their anniversary and you coming back home from a long work trip.

"There she is," Keegan opens his arms and you hug him. "Looking much older now, huh." you tease and he playfully nudges your arm. Dinner went great, all stories from everyone's adventures being told but one thing changed, that being him. He no longer looked at you with innocent eyes, now all there was, was lust. After your parents returned to their bedroom, you and Keegan stayed in the lounge, his hand placed on your thigh. "You've changed, R/N," his voice smooth, filled with some newfound passion. You would be lying if you said you never found him attractive, he was after all a very attractive man.

Much conversation led to his fingers teasing the hem of your shorts. "Keegan-" You wanted to stop him but deep down knew you wanted what he wanted too. "It's okay, I promise to be gentle~" he smirks and without any warning, his lips fall on yours. You let him take lead, his body and yours having the same reaction, "Keegan, is this...this isn't..." but each time you tried to make some excuse he would hush you by making your hnads explore his body. "I don't know i'f i'll be able to control myself, R/N." his voice raspy. His ever needy body pressed to yours, not wanitng any space left between either of you. "Let me have you," he whispers and you nod.

"I need words, sweet girl."

"Yes,...you can have me, all of me," you beg and he smirks. He could do this with you for hours. With one smooth hold, he takes you upstairs, placing you on your bed. "I've waited so long to have you, R/N. The moment you walked in, wearing this-" he licks his lips, unzipping his trousers and then stroking his cock under his boxers. "God, you are such a beautiful view." he leans forward, now on top of you as his fingers linger on your chest. your nipples getting aroused by his grip on them. "I've been wanting to make a move on you," he kisses your neck and eagerly removes your shirt and shorts.

Next thing you knew, your delicate panties were on the floor, and he was still stroking himself. "I won't touch you unless you tell me to," he admits. "I want you to touch me. Please touch me, Keegan," the way you said his name, was like a sweet melody to his ears. "That's my girl." his fingers touching your folds, "I can already tell my sweet girl is so wet for me." he kisses you again. His fingers get coated in your wetness, and you moan as his fingers rub your clit, he looks at you, a smirk on his face. "That's it, let me ruin you for all these guys you meet."

He loved the idea of you never getting any release from any other man but him. He knows deep down, he is the only one who knows how to please you. He bent down, his lips to your hips, leaving a trail of wet kisses on them as he slowly reaches to lick your wet cunt. "Oh, my sweet girl, you taste like heaven." His tongue teases your swollen clit. And his own tip begging to be pleased by some sort. "Moan for me, princess," he begs and begins to eat you out. His moans and groans send vibrations to your sensitive clit. Fingers pumping into you and then he gets back up.

"Can I fuck you, my angel?"

"Please~"

"Atta, girl"

His hips rocking as his length parted your now needy and very wet pussy. His tip pleasing you in ways you never knew your body could feel. "Yes. Oh god yes." you whimper. He places kisses on your collar bone and tits. "Fuck, you're so tight," his lips on yours. It was electric,, all the waves of pleasure he was sending thrugh your body. He ruined you in less than ten minutes of fucking you, you both know that very well. "Just imagine yourself, getting stuffed with my cum," he whsieprs, he keeps thrusting. His eyes on yours, the ones you could barely keep open. Another moan, this time like a mewl. "God, you make the prettiest sounds ever," he comments.

"I want more~"

"I know baby, I know," he kisses your shoulder.

"Say you need me," he continues to kiss your shoulder and neck. "I need you. Fuck, I need you, Keegan," you whisper as he sends more waves of pleasure through you. It wasn't just meaningless sex between you two, it was the unspoken tension that had been building up since your twenty-second birthday. It was love in the form of a forbidden fruit. He loved the way your body moved with his, the rhythm of his thrusts making your tits bounce, your hardened nipples being felt on his own chest.

"I need you so bad, Keegan~"

That was as much as it took to make him lose all control. "Fuck, R/N, you don't know what you're doing to me," his voice hoarse. "I want you to milk me. I want that greedy pussy of yours to fucking milk me for all I'm worth," he demands. As he begins to fuck himself deeper into you, he knows that by the way you clench around him, you are near the edge. His big hand on your tit, gripping it. "Come for me, R/N," he pauses between words, trying his best to keep his own hot seed inside before you come. "I need you to come on my cock," he demands.

His body pinned you down to the mattress, your hands gripping his arms and back, leaving definite scratches. "Keegan," you moan. "I know baby, but I want you to come now," he demands once more. Your back arched, his mouth fell on your tits. Kissing them and nibbling on them. He rubs your clit, circling his thick fingers around the sensitive tissue, being rough, then soft with it. You shut your eyes and come undone on his cock. In that same moment, you felt his thrust slow down, his grip and groans increase but are still low. "R/N," he growls and then stays there, letting all of his cum flow into you.

Both of you panting and kissing through both of your climaxes. He lets out a chuckle and kisses the top of your nose, "You are lucky I can't treat you like a slut," he moves some of your hair away from your face. "What do you mean?" your hands caress his back. "If it weren't for your parents sleeping down the hall, I'd fuck you like the little slut we both know you are." He kisses your lips before pulling out of you. His cum dripping down your cunt, just like he wanted. "I wasn't too rough right, my angel?"

"No. I liked it," you kiss his lips and he smiles. "Good, that's good my girl." he kisses you back.

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mattslolita · 6 months

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best on earth - c. sturniolo

warnings : smut, smut SMUTTY SMUTT, sub!chris, riding, hair pulling, oral

you and your boyfriend chris were currently sat in your dorm room, watching a movie — it was pretty late, but you weren't stressing since the next day was saturday and you had on top of all your studying.

truth be told you were really horny right now, especially with the way chris was tracing your soft skin up and down your arm as he had his shoulder wrapped around you.

your roommate was somewhere off with her own boyfriend for the night, so the two of you practically had to whole night to yourselves — you grinned, thinking about all the things you could do to chris.

"what're you smiling about?" chris asked, looking down at you.

you shrugged and looked back up at him with your doe eyes. "just how bad i wanna fuck you."

his eyes widened at first, but nevertheless his lips upturned into a grin at the words you spoke. "oh, really?"

you responded by sitting up as he put his hands behind his head, and moving to sit yourself on top of him. you bit your lip and smirked down at him and you roamed your hands up and down his chest, whilst he held you in place with his hands on your hips tightly.

you bent down and connected your lips in a hungry kiss, asking for access as your tongue explored his mouth — a soft whimper escaped his lips and you smirked against him, beginning to move back and forth right on his cock.

"mm baby," chris whined, moving his hips upward to feel more friction, "can you make me feel good?"

"aw, you want me to make you feel good, chrissy?" you taunted the boy, moving your lips to kiss up and down his neck.

you sucked on a sweet spot in particular, causing a moan to emit from your boyfriend's lips, which was music to your ears. you nibbled on that bit of his neck some more, continuing to grind up and down on him.

"p-please baby, i need you to make me feel so good," chris whimpered, and you disconnected your lips from his neck, grinning down at him.

"you gonna be a good boy for me, then?" you whispered to him, and he nodded, another small whimper leaving his mouth.

you instructed chris to take his shirt off and you pulled your own over your head, revealing the lacy black bra that you had worn — with a smirk you took the bra off of yourself, then slid your shorts off, too.

"take off the rest of your clothes for me, sweetheart," you said and he complied, hurriedly taking off his sweatpants and throwing them to the side.

you reached down to chris's boxers and palmed him through them, causing him to groan. you slid his boxers off and marveled at how big his dick was ( well, it's not anything you haven't seen before ). you slowly crawled towards the foot of the bed and grinned up at chris.

"i'm gonna make you feel so good, baby," you said, spitting on his cock then pumping up and down.

"y-yes, make me feel so good," he whined out.

"i need you to look at me while i suck you off, christopher," you instructed him, not breaking eye contact with him.

he nodded and watched as you took him in your mouth, pumping the rest of what couldn't fit — a loud moan left chris's lips, and he began thrusting his hips upwards to gain even more friction with you. you sucked and swirled his cock, all whilst keeping eye contact with him. he looked so pretty in front of you with his hair disheveled as he brought one hand down to slightly tug at your hair.

"mhm, fuck yes y/n, that feels so good," chris whined out, as you felt yourself becoming hard at his praises, "fuck baby, you make me feel so good."

you moved your hand down to take more of him in your mouth, sucking and swirling — you bobbed your head up and down as your saliva coated his cock, almost sending him over the edge as a various amount of curses came from his mouth.

"y/n, i-i need to cum please," chris begged, and you stopped momentarily and grinned at him.

"oh baby, i can't let you do that just yet," you grinned, completely stopping stroking, "you don't cum until i tell you to, understand?"

"y-yes, baby," chris said, whining at the loss of contact.

you crawled on top of him, aligning your entrance with his cock. as you wasted no time in sinking onto him, the loudest, pornographic moans uttered out of both you guys' mouths, a euphoric feeling overtaking your body.

"oh my, fuck, chris," you moaned out, as he grabbed your hips to forcefully pull you closer on him, "you fill me out so well, baby."

you began rolling your hips up and down on his cock, which caused the sturniolo boy's head to roll back as his eyes were blown wide with nothing but pure lust — you went up and down on him, pushing his chest down with both your hands.

you bounced up and down, and chris couldn't resist himself as one of his hands went up to feel and pinch at your nipples, emitting little whines from you.

"b-baby, i'm so close," chris whined out, his hips thrusting upward, "please let me c-cum inside you."

"you wanna do what inside me, baby?" you taunted, your voice breathy as you continued bouncing up and down on him, "say it again."

"c-cum, please let me cum inside you," chris begged, which sent you over the edge.

"go ahead baby, i'm about to...fuck..."

at the same time, the both of your liquids filled your walls as they mixed together, and a loud, breathy moan escaped chris's lips which was music to your ears — you let out soft whimpers as you both finish riding out your high.

you began to slow your pace then ultimately stopped, chris pulling out as you got up from on top of him and collapsed beside him. you both were panting heavily, trying to collect yourselves at what just took place.

"you were so good for me, chris," you cooed, running your hands through his hair, causing a cheeky smile to form on his face.

"really?" he asked, and you nodded, giggling at your flustered boyfriend. "maybe next time i can do all the work for you."

you grinned down at him as you played with his hair. "oh, you definitely can next time."

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mystsee · 7 months

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CLOSE TO ME ✦ KEEGAN RUSS

✦ about: you went to bother keegan to his room, like usual, yet things turn out differently this time ♡

✦ content: NSFW 18+, grinding, dry hump, masturbation, fluff, friends not so friends to lovers

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it was a normal thursday, no missions to complete, everyone chilling around, meaning you could either read some new book about languages, or, bother a certain person.

you and keegan had been by now what you could say best friends, if that involves the intense sexual tension between you too, or the stares keegan gives you in the middle of a meeting, or all the touches he gives you every now and then.

he’s taken quite the liking to always settling you onto his lap when you’re close to him, and you don’t complain, it’s way more comfortable than the chair around base, it’s become normal between you and keegan to be like this.

his hands finding a comfortable spot around your waist whenever he strolls by. it’s like there's an invisible force pulling him to stand behind you, always ready to playfully tease you about something. your hair, unbelievably soft, becoming his go-to whenever he’s around you, just playing with it, his fingers making lazy curls or massaging your scalp when your working on something.

and you, you just loved being around him, hugging his arm whenever y’all are walking together, always teasingly touching his big biceps, you secretly adore them, or when he’s working, you put your arms around his neck to scare him even though he’s heard you even before you entered. the moment your arms are around him, he immediately pulls you to his lap again

“what the hell” you said pouting “it’s impossible to scare you” keegan just laughed “you’re forgetting i’m a soldier princess” oh yeah, every once in a while he calls you princess, making you feel all mushy inside.

typical best friend activities no?

another thing you’ve particularly taken a like in to, is going to his room when your bored, it’s just weird being without keegan around you, you’ve gotten used to it :( hence why you were manically running to his room now!

you and other guys, bored as well as you, were chilling in the common area when one mentioned drinks, and you couldn’t deny that, it was about time to relax a little! but that little moved to tipsy to almost drunk, and your drunk self was quite the talker, and touchy.

you knocked on keegan’s door, tried to, cause you were laughing your ass off, god knows about what, and your hand kept opening everytime you knocked, making you laugh even more. keegan could hear your laugh from a mile away, you did had a laugh quite loud, and he’s memorized your laugh on his heart, he just loves to hear it! somehow it physically relaxes him whenever he’s stressed or anxious:(

he could hear you coming closer to his room, he was used to you being in his room now, bothering him, laughing to himself when he heard your tries of knocking. he was dealing with some papers, yet didn’t mind having company, in fact he would never mind having you around.

he would never tell you, but he likes your company a lot, not because he likes you and is practically in love with you, but because you always manage to get a smile out of him.

when he opened the door, you were laying on it with a big smile on your face, still trying to knock, but vanished as soon as he opened the door, the alcohol made your senses a bit lost so you never heard his footsteps approaching, making you almost fall over to the floor, keyword almost, because keegan in an instant had his arms around you, one hand on your waist, the other on your neck, his strong hands on you, on your waist.

you flushed.

out of instinct you put your hands close to his chest, your eyes all over the place, a bit dizzy you could say. keegan’s laughter bubbled up from deep within him. the memory of your not-so-graceful entrance lingered in his mind, causing his laughter to intensify.

you, with a playful pout on your face, attempted to throw a small punch at him, but the lingering effects of alcohol made your coordination comically off-kilter.

"stop laughing" you insisted, your voice carrying a mix of annoyance and amusement. however, keegan only responded by drawing you even closer, his arms enveloping you in a comforting embrace. his laughter subsided into a gentle chuckle as he looked down at you, a glint of affection in his eyes.

as he held you snugly against him, knowing how flushed you get whenever he holds you close, he murmured, "what are you doing here?"

you leaned back slightly, breaking the embrace but maintaining the proximity “i was bored” you admitted, a mischievous glint in your eyes. keegan sighed in mock exasperation, but it was clear he was used to your antics. your presence was a constant in his life, a playful disruption that he had grown accustomed to.

he always focused on whatever work was in front of him, but you, true to form, persisted in teasing him. your hands always finding their way to his biceps, keegan loves having your hands around him, a teasing grin on your face. "seriously, keegan, do you even lift?" you teased, your fingers tracing the contours of his muscles.

keegan, grateful for the mask he usually wore, managed a nervous laugh, the heat rising to his cheeks betraying his stoic facade.

you were always saying stuff like that to him, not realizing the impact you were having on him.

the banter continued almost everyday, you’ve grown used to tease him 24/7. keegan, despite his attempts to maintain a serious facade, couldn't help but be grateful for the routine, for the playful chaos you brought into his life. even when he was on his lowest, you were there, trying to cheer him up.

keegan playfully rolled his eyes at your teasing, a mixture of amusement and exasperation evident in his expression. without missing a beat, he gently nudged you inside his room, his fingers wrapping around your wrist. laughing, he dragged you over to the cozy sofa, urging you to sit.

you tried to stand, expressing your reluctance to settle down, but keegan persisted, giving you a mock stern look before gently pushing you back onto the cushions. "just stay put for a moment" he insisted, a playful smile on his lips.

you pouted, protesting his efforts, but eventually accepted, watching as keegan headed toward the kitchen with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "fine, but make it quick" you called after him.

by the time keegan was back, you were dead asleep on his couch, curled up on yourself, your head about to fall over the head ready you had your arm on. keegan stopped for a second, just admiring you, laying peacefully on his couch, your face looked almost smiley, like you were dreaming already.

little did he know you were dreaming about him. keegan’s strong arms cradle you with a tenderness that speaks volumes as he carries you to the bed. the warmth of his embrace feels like a sanctuary, and with a gentle touch, he lays you down softly.

yet, in your subconscious state, your hand instinctively reaches for his arm, unintentionally tugging him closer. you made a small whine, making keegan freeze, his mind going south, not the first time though.

now close to your face, he sees your wholesome sleeping face. he wishes he could see this side of you more often.

he slowly detached himself from you, deciding to finish his work, feeling warm inside knowing you are sleeping here, on his bed, clutching his pillow close to your chest.

as keegan finished his work, he thought maybe you would wake up, but it never happened, in fact, you started snoring a little, almost falling off the bed.

he was having a battle in his head, i mean, you’ve slept on his bed before, even him next to you, woke up all cuddled up yet never said anything about it, but this time was different, you were drunk.

he decided he would sleep on the couch.

you woke up later, looking over to the clock, you saw it was barely 2 am, keegan should be by now in bed you thought. his absence prompted you a furrowed brow. absently, you reached out to touch the vacant space, almost expecting his reassuring presence. it had become a comforting routine for him to share the bed with you, and him not being here felt odd.

meanwhile, on the couch, keegan was teetering on the edge of a deep slumber. his peace was interrupted by the gentle prodding of your hand on his arm. slowly opening his eyes, he found you on your knees next to the couch. with a slight pout, questioning why he had chosen the couch over the bed.

in a deep, sleepy voice, keegan mumbled an explanation, “didn’t want to wake you” expressing his reluctance to disturb your sleep. not easily dissuaded, you decided to take matters into your own hands, or rather, hand.

amusement twinkled in keegan’s eyes as he saw your attempts to pull him from the couch onto the bed. despite your tough efforts, you couldn't quite manage, resulting in him once again laughing at you.

you insisted that the couch wasn't the most comfortable spot for him. keegan, still amused, shook his head and rose from the couch. with a gentle tug, he brought you along, leading you back to the bed.

keegan settled on his side of the bed, half-expecting you to join him as usual. however, a detail slipped his mind:

your tendency to become exceptionally clingy when under the influence.

as soon as you touched the bed, your instincts kicked in, and you shuffled closer to him, wrapping your arms around his chest and draping a leg over his waist.

keegan, caught off guard, remained frozen in place. he had witnessed your inebriated affections in public, where you clung to his arm or chest, but being on his bed added a new layer of intimacy.

despite the surprise, a secret warmth stirred within him. keegan gently tugged you even nearer, savoring the feeling of your presence. the vulnerability of the moment, your unfiltered expression of affection, resonated with him on a deeper level.

you two slept like babies almost all night, yet your subconscious betrayed you, you’ve come with terms with yourself that you do in fact have a crush on him, your fingers witnesses of that, yet you hope he doesn’t know.

perhaps you’ve been more preoccupied with him not knowing you’ve never realized all the signs he’s given you (literally cuddling like a married couple)

and today was the day your mind decided to have a dream about keegan, it’s not very usual you dream about him, yet everytime it happens it ends up with you crazily horny for him.

in your dream, keegan was passionately fucking you in the shower, whispering sweet words to you, telling you how much he’s missed you, and you, you were moaning in your dream, as well as in real life!

over the night you moved to your side of the bed, keegan going along with you, now spooning you, meaning he felt all your subtle movements.

it was close to 6, his body clock waking him up already, but not wanting to disturb your sleep he decided to stay with you.

yet he wasn’t expecting this. you, almost humping to his now fully erect cock, and, moaning his name, it was almost a whisper, but it was so silent outside keegan heard it. with a small groan, he was praying to god to not cum on the spot.

keegan thought all your actions were friendly like, believing he’d be on the friendzone forever with you, but this, this talked a lot, this changed everything. keegan tightened his arms around you, moving one hand close to your waist, he didn’t want to take advantage of you, but all this months of physically restraining himself to pull you closer to him and kiss you, were hard.

he just couldn’t handle it anymore, he had your cunt directly on his cock, feeling all your warmth on him, with another small groan, he made a small movement, grinding his cock on your cunt, yet he was so hard right now this was more than enough.

it almost seemed that when he started doing that, you also felt in your dream, moaning his name a bit louder now, your hips moving on their own, now grinding on his cock too.

“fuck princess” he said with hard deep breaths, his hold on you tightening. that’s when you woke up, in a daze after almost cumming on your dream, what you didn’t expect was movement behind you! you forgot you were with keegan.

keegan felt when you woke up, halting all his motions “fuck, i’m so sorry” you heard his voice close to your neck, making you blush “i-i didn’t mean t-“ you moved your hand closer to the one that was on your waist “i- it’s okay” you said in a small voice, you weren’t sure if what you were about to do right now was good or not, but what you did know is that you wanted him, all of him.

you could feel his cock, behind you, hard as hell, literally containing himself to hump you like a dog.

“what are yo-you doing” you could hear his desperate breaths next to you. you were not thinking straight when you started grinding your cunt over his cock, arching your back more, but keegan stopped you, erupting a small whine out of you “princess are you sure?”

“i want you keegan”

keegan felt all his composure leave the room, dropping his head to your shoulders, laying a small kiss there “you’ll be the death of m-“ his words vanished as soon as you grinded again against his cock, making him moan.

“fucking hell” you could feel keegan’s hips grinding on you as well, harder now “feels so good princess” his cock was painfully hard by now, his head swiveling feeling all the pleasure “touch me keegan, please” and who was he to deny that?

you felt his right hand move on top of your leggings, edging closer to your cunt, but you were desperate, you grabbed his hand and dragged it inside your leggings, right on top of your cunt, a big moan erupting out of you, you were so aroused that just his hand cupping your cunt made you see stars.

keegan on the other hand was in awe, feeling your warmth on his hand, wet cunt ruining your panties, feeling it all slick. you were needy as hell, and he could see that, so not waisting a second, keegan moved your leggings and panties down to your ankles, opening your right thigh over his leg, spreading you open for him.

from where he was, he could see part of your cunt, your puffy clit catching his attention. keegan’s hand went straight to it, spreading your lips open, dragging his fingers up and down, until they reached your clit, rubbing it slowly in small circles, erupting goosebumps on your skin from the pleasure.

keegan moved his left hand up, near your breasts, moving your shirt and sports bra up, giving him the most beautiful view of your breasts, perky nipples waiting for his hands. his left hand went to your nipple, pinching it and holding it.

keegan’s thigh kept nudging your legs open even more, making almost fully lay on top of him now, he had one goal in mind, make you cum on his fingers, and he was close to it.

he was now rubbing your clit faster now, his hand almost fully touching all your cunt, doubling the pleasure. his left hand playing your breasts and nipples, you grinding your hips on his hand.

keegan slapped your cunt a few times, your body shaking now from the pleasure.

“that’s a good girl, you like my fingers huh?” his deep voice said behind you “yes, yes, yes” you said breathlessly “don’t stop keegan” your whiny voice begged. and he wasn’t going to, in fact, his middle and ring finger entered you in a second, making you moan loud, he started pumping his fingers in and out in such a pace that you were trying to curl up on yourself, giving him a full view of your bum now, his hand in between your thighs, and your breasts now pushed up to your left side.

he absolutely adored this view, yet he was so focused on your pleasure he didn’t see his sweats stained with precum, he was grinding on your bare bum,

but with his sweats on! was he crazy?

he could feel you now, and he wasn’t going to let that opportunity pass.

his left arm moved his sweats and boxers down to his ankles as well, his cock now free of his confines, hitting your bum, just feeling the skin of it made keegan moan, his fingers were still moving in and out of you, and you, were still a moaning mess beside him.

keegan needed to feel you, he just couldn’t wait

he slid his fingers out of you, making you whine, keegan opened your thighs again, your right thigh going on top of his hip, fully open to him now, making his cock rest right on top of your cunt.

“fucking hell, what a fucking view” his voice was so deep now, and you, you couldn’t speak, you needed him again. keegan surprised you by grinding his cock against your folds, his tip touching your clit, making you try to close your legs, but keegan’s arms were strong, effectively keeping them open.

he could see his cock grinding all over your cunt, all the sounds your cunt made were heaven for him, your clit moving every time he slid his tip over it.

he started grinding so good on your cunt your orgasm was approaching quick now, his left hand squeezing your breasts and nipples, it was all so so good.

keegan on the other hand, was humping you like a dog, your cunt felt so good on his cock, his balls grinding against your bum, it was all so much for him too.

“put in inside” your whiny voice begged but keegan denied it “nuh uh princess” you could feel his voice strained “that’s for another time, yeah?” you pouted, moving your neck to look at him “but i want to feel you keegs”

a loud moan erupted from him, you begging for his cock to be inside you was a lot for him, plus the nickname, he was sure he was going to cum any minute now

“come on princess, don’t want me to worship this cute little cunt of yours like you deserve? make love to you?” a moan following after his confession “wanna hear you moan my name like you did earlier baby” “you heard me?” you said it moaning all the words, his cock kept grinding on all the right places in your cunt, your orgasm closer than ever.

“fuck yeah i did, and it was the hottest thing ever” both of his hands were now on your breasts, pinching your nipples “you’re mine baby” he was panting now “yes, yes, keegan, please, i want to be yours” your face was so close to him now, his eyes not leaving your lips.

“can i kiss you?” you nodded thinking he would kiss you right there, but he manhandled you so now you were straddling him, your face right on top of his, his hands on your bum, sliding you up and down his cock. his right hand held your head and moved you closer to his lips.

when your lips met, it was more than just a kiss; it was a symphony of emotions. the warmth of affection, the tenderness of love, and the magnetic pull of desire all converged in that single moment.

as the connection deepened, keegan, sensing the intensity of the shared emotion, couldn't help but draw you even closer.

the kiss was enough for him to feel his orgasm close, his balls heavy with his cum, and his tip red as hell. you, you were close too, moaning loud, your cunt wetter than ever. “will you be mine?” keegan said in between kisses, both of you close to your orgasm “i was already yours keegs” and it was true.

it wasn't just a spur-of-the-moment thing; it was true from the start. keegan was always there for you, like a shield, protecting you from everything. he loved you silently, not always in obvious ways, but in the little moments when he stood by you, making sure you felt safe and cared for.

“say that again princess” “i’m yours keegan” that was all he needed for him to cum, hard, loosing his sight for a second. he tightened his hold on your waist even harder now, and you, you could feel his cock, thick ropes of cum now out of him, in between you and him, his balls clenching everytime he came, making you cum as well.

it was such a view, to see him cum under you, just by dragging his cock in between your cunt, and you couldn’t deny that hearing his small whimpers when he came made you feel even more pleasure.

your hands were on his shoulders, holding onto dear life, your cum all over his cock.

this was probably the best orgasm you’ve ever felt.

you slowly regained consciousness, small ragged breaths in and out of you, feeling keegan hold you softly now, his right hand moving up to your scalp, slowly massaging it.

inthis moment, you felt a profound sense of contentment. never expecting the night to end up like this. moving closer to his face, you could see the love evident in his eyes, his flushed expression revealing the depth of his emotions.

unable to resist expressing your affection, you said "you look so cute right now." keegan, with a faint frown, seemed surprised by the adjective. the idea of being called "cute" appeared to clash with his soldier persona. you couldn't help but laugh, finding joy in the unexpected reaction, before sealing the moment with a kiss.

the initial disbelief transformed into a shared connection as keegan reciprocated the kiss almost instantly. even though you didn’t want to leave his hold, you really needed to clean up “we need to shower keegan” but keegan just shaked his head, pulling you closer to his chest

“let’s just stay here for a while yeah?” “but just a little, cause we actually stink in here” he just shut you up with a kiss again,

loving the fact that he could kiss you now whenever he wanted ♡

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

hi hi hiiiiiiiii, idk why but i believe i made the dialogues a bit cheesy idkkkk,

but anyways, i just love the best friend in love trope, i went through that one time and that was the most intense luv i’ve ever felt xd

anywaysss, hope u liked this! mwuah

#keegan russ fic #keegan russ fluff #keegan smut #keegan russ smut #keegan x reader #call of duty keegan #cod keegan #keegan russ #keegan p russ #keegan russ x you #keegan russ x fic #keegan smut fic #cod #cod fic #cod ghosts #cod smut

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hugheses · 24 days

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ellen weinberg

a lot of people online like to praise her because they love her kids, but before she was mama hughes, ellen weinberg was an even more accomplished athlete than her wikipedia page can tell you. well i have way too much time on my hands and an affinity for googling things, so here is a not-so-little primer on the matriarch of hockey who has contributed far more than just her superstar children.

(basically anything not sourced is from the cammi & aj podcast i have a transcript of)

born in st. louis, she was told she couldn't play hockey because girls couldn't play on boys teams in the state of missouri, and there were no girls teams. went to bob johnson's hockey camp in aspen at age 7. moved to dallas at age 8, where she was allowed to play on the boys team. at age 12, is featured in a news clip "girl hockey player" where she says she wants to one day play professional hockey.

at 15, wins nationals with her U-19 soccer team, the dallas sting, and they are sent to represent the US in the first ever FIFA-sanctioned world women’s tournament in china and proceeded to win gold against all expectations becoming the first US team to win any international soccer competition, male or female. also on this team was her best friend, future woso legend carla werden (overbeck). 1, 2

other noteworthy teammates: she played with mia hamm on her state team and was roommates with brandi chastain at her first youth national team camp for soccer.

she was recruited to lots of top schools for soccer, but chose the university of new hampshire because it was also offering hockey. she describes this as "the lack of landscape really drove my next move" because there was only 31 D1 women's soccer programs in the country at the time, and none in the state of texas.

she reached out to the women's hockey coach at unh, russ mccurdy, and told him she was being recruited for soccer but was really coming to unh because she wanted to play hockey, and he told her that it was unlikely she would make the team. so bob johnson called and asked him to give her a shot, and he said ok. he allowed her to have a one week tryout once soccer season was over, and after the first day, he asked, "what size skates do you wear?" and that was it, she was on the team.

the women's soccer coach, marge anderson, was also a lacrosse player, and encouraged ellen to join the lacrosse team that needed more players. so she did. in her own words:

"I wasn't very good. I could run, but my stick skills- and I learned and I did everything, and it was great, and we went to the Final Four, but I was out at that point. So everybody always says I played three sports like, I was on the team. I was, you know, three sports at that level. I was done at that point and I stuck with soccer and hockey after my first year. But it was a really cool experience."

she may have not been very good but she did go on to coach her own kids teams in lacrosse (and potentially owen power, who is confirmed to have played lacrosse with them but it is not confirmed that it was when she coached them)

(she was #21)

she was an elite skater and creative player, and "would often find herself in trouble in Durham for rushing the puck from her defensive post or trying things like a spin-o-rama".

she helped UNH win 3 hockey championships in 4 years, made the all-new england team (soccer) as a freshman, was named an unh athlete of the year finalist after an injury that kept her out for an entire school year, was named to the ECAC all star team, was an ISAA senior recognition award winner, was soccer co-captain in 1990, and then captain of both the soccer and hockey teams as a senior X

in april 1991, she participated in the Eastern Regional Tryouts of the US National Women's Hockey Team

"We've got it pretty good, playing defense," says senior Ellen Weinberg to fellow defenseman Weston. "There aren't as many of us to choose from. But then, when you look at who's there, they're all good!"

she then went on to pursue a graduate degree at UNH where she was an assistant coach for both soccer and hockey for two years, all the while contributing to historical hockey research to the point that she is named in the acknowledgements of Hockey: A Global History by Hardy & Holman

“It was my way of staying involved because I had nowhere to play. Then I participated in the 1992 World Championship, finished my master's degree. Then I really had nowhere to play." (google translated)

The New Hampshire Vol. 83 No. 18 (Nov. 6 1992)

then in 1992, she played for the women's national team in both soccer and hockey.

the soccer team didn't play in any big tournaments that year, but for hockey she went to women's worlds in tampere, finland, where she was an alternate captain. the US won silver, with ellen scoring 3 or 4 assists in 5 games (depending on which source you believe) and ellen was named to the all-star team by the media as the top player in her position.

also in 1992, she was a power skating coach at the summerland female hockey academy, teaching future star hayley wickenheiser.

there was hope that women's hockey would be a part of the 1994 olympics, but when that didn't happen, ellen went to norway anyways to grow the game.

“They were hoping women’s hockey was going to be sanctioned in the ‘94 Olympics and it wasn’t, so the Norwegian ice hockey federation had all this extra funding so they asked USA Hockey for an ambassador to go over and help grow the women’s game,” she said. “We had played in the ’92 World Championships and I was one of the older people and they offered me that opportunity to go over and work with the Norwegian ice hockey federation and what I did was I lived in Oslo. “And I went around to all the little towns and taught the girls how to play. It was awesome. Since Norway was such a small country with four million people at the time, they needed all the buses during the Olympics so everyone went on holiday, so my job stopped for three weeks.” X

ELLEN WEINBERG of Boston and the University of New Hampshire was interested in Coach TIM TAYLOR's tactics at practice. The 25-year-old Weinberg, one of America's best female players, is advising Norway's women's teams. Women's hockey becomes an Olympic sport in 1998. "They complain in Norway that I coach too long on the ice," she said. "They should see this guy, always instructing." X

she was invited to camp in lake placid for the 1994 women’s worlds (which took place every two years then), but suffered a serious knee injury that she believes is because they didn’t have proper support/training facilities

“We didn’t have a gym at the time. It was so different. We just played relying on our athletic instincts. If I got injured, it’s probably because I didn’t have the ideal support,” (google translated) X

by 1996 she was playing for the itech blaiders roller hockey team in NJ (and her then-boyfriend, jim, was coaching the new jersey rockin’ rollers) while also working in broadcasting

she had been considered a lock for the nagano olympics, despite being “old” but that “blown-out knee effectively ended her competitive career” :(

she ended up in nagano anyways as a reporter for cbs, one of her first big gigs in her media career, which i can do a part 2 on if there's interest.

and currently she’s on the USA hockey foundation board and is a player development consultant for the women’s national team

#hopefully this was interesting/helpful #it’s been half finished for so long #ellen weinberg-hughes #jack hughes #luke hughes #quinn hughes

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girlwitheconverse · 26 days

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STRAWBERRIES

╰┈➤ KEEGAN P. RUSS

Pairing: Keegan x singlemom!reader

Genre: fluff

Story type: one shot

Word count: 2k

TW: unexpected pregnancy

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You take a sip of your iced coffee, well deserved you must say, as you look around the coffee shop finally relaxing after a stressing day.

Then you remember that it’s still 10 in the morning and that your work break ends in ten minutes.

The life of a single mother of a toddler of four isn’t easy by any means but you wouldn’t change it for the world, you love Ellie, your daughter, too much to even think of a life without her. You remember all the emotion you felt the day you discovered you were pregnant: shock, fear, and excitement; in this precise order. Ellie’s father probably stopped at shock, because the day after you told him you were pregnant you received a break-up message and he ghosted you.

He disappeared. Completely. Even moved out of his apartment.

Your parents? Like the religious people they are…They kicked you out of the house because you had a kid outside marriage! How outrageous of you.

“Sorry? Is this seat free?” a deep voice makes you come back with your mind on earth, you look at the man and damn is he handsome. Black hair, blue eyes, athletic…Definitely your type. Before answering you look around: the place is almost empty and there are plenty of free tables. Is he…Does he like me? Is the first explanation that comes to your mind but you can’t be sure of it: maybe he just doesn’t like to sit alone.

You nod with a polite smile “Yes.”

The mysterious handsome man sits in front of you and places his cappuccino on the table. The air between you two is awkward so you decide to say something.

Because standing up and leaving seems mean.

But before you can say anything he speaks, “My name is Keegan.”

You blink a few times, then smile “I’m Y/n”

He’s definitely trying to flirt with me.

“I’m not usually one to flirt like this so forgive me if I'm straightforward but that's just how I am.” He says, leaving you shocked. “But…I think you’re beautiful”

You notice his ears getting red and smile at the cuteness. “Thank you, Keegan.”

When was the last time a man flirted with you? You can’t even remember. Every time you go out you have Ellie glued to the hip and that makes most men run away. You’d be lying if you said you didn't like the attention.

“Would you…like to go on a date with me?” He asks as he looks into your eyes, he is indeed very straightforward.

“I…” You try to buy yourself time by taking the last sip of your coffee, should I say yes? He’s totally my type…But what if he drops me as soon as I tell him I have a daughter? Maybe I should just see how the date goes and then decide how to procede. Yes. Definitely that. “Why not?” you say with a smile.

He smiles too and Oh God, his smile is so pretty you feel like you’ve already fallen in love. He hands you his phone to put your number in it, you do so and then stand up.

“I need to go back to work, it was a pleasure meeting you, Keegan…I’ll wait for your text then.” You smile at him and walk outside the cafe, already calling your best friend.

“Girl, I need you to babysit Ellie someday…I don’t know when but I’m going on a date with this super handsome guy and-” before you can finish talking your best friend screams.

“Going out with a guy? An handsome one? You? Damn I’ll babysit Ellie anytime! You go get that D while me and your daughter have a tea party while we talk shit about Cinderella, never liked that bitch anyway.” You laugh and can’t help but feel grateful for having her as best friend.

A week later

“Do I look cute?” You ask as you show your best friend your outfit “it’s a picnic date, I wanted to stay on theme”

“You really went for the slutty sundress, uh” she says with a smirk, your eyes shoot wide and you look down at Ellie, hoping she didn't hear the swearword.

“Mommy pretty!” She says as she hugs your legs, you pick her up and kiss her round cheek, chuckling as you need to clean your lipstick off her cheek.

“Mommy loves you.” you say before placing her on the ground, “Mommy is going out with a friend okay? I’ll see you later.”

The doorbell rings and you hold back a scream of excitement before picking your purse and walking outside, making sure that Keegan couldn't see Ellie from the door.

“H-hi.” You stutter as you see his outfit, a white t-shirt and brown pants, he’s holding a picnic basket, nothing spectacular but he looks so handsome. His bicep is so big.

He smiles and you notice him looking at you from head to toe, “Hi…Let’s go, I know you can’t wait to see my secret spot.” He says with a chuckle and you two start walking side by side. You and him have been texting each other for the past week and you discovered that he’s in the military, it now makes sense why he has such perfect physique, you also told him about your job as a banker.

As you walk, you chat about anything and everything, from your favorite books to the most embarrassing moments of your childhood. Keegan is easy to talk to, and his warm laughter puts you at ease. You can't help but wonder what he would be like with Ellie, but you quickly shake off the thought, reminding yourself that it's too early to think about that.

The spots he brings you to is a beautiful park with green grass and flowers, “it’s beautiful!” You say as you look around while he puts a blanket over the grass.

“Next time I’m taking you to the beach.” He says as you both sit down on the blanket.

“I love the beach!” You say excited, it’s been so long since you felt like this…Like a woman and not only a mother. “And I love sushi too…” You say as he takes the food out of the basket.

“Yeah, you already told me that a few times by message.” He says with a chuckle, remembering how you spent more than twenty messages talking about sushi.

“It was my worst craving when I was-” You stop before you can say too much, you still haven't told him about Ellie “When I was sick a few months ago, but the doctor said I couldn't eat any.”

He shakes his head and hands you a pair of chopsticks, “Oh, I almost forgot” he says as he picks from the basket a bottle of white wine and two glasses.

“The wine too?” You say shocked but with a smile on your face.

“Of course.” Keegan puts some wine in a glass and hands it to you, “to this date.”

“Hoping that this will be the first of many.” You add before you take a sip of the wine.

You two spend an hour eating and chatting before you lay down on the blanket with a sigh and a smile “I’m so full!”

“Even for these?” Keegan asks as he takes out of the basket strawberries that have been dipped in chocolate.

“I’m never full for these” you say with a chuckle.

“Say ah…” He says as he picks a strawberry and places it near your mouth, you blush but let him feed you the strawberry.

The sweet taste of chocolate and strawberry floods your mouth, followed by the warmth of Keegan's gaze. You blush profusely, your heart pounding in your chest as he chuckles, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

You sit up and pick a strawberry, “say ah…” you say as you feed him the strawberry, he laughs but lets you feed him. “ops, you’ve got chocolate here” you say before kissing his lips. He’s frozen at first and you think you’ve gone too far, but then he places his hand on the back of your head and deepens the kiss.

The kiss is a heady, intoxicating rush that seems to consume every part of you, spiraling through you and leaving you breathless, your senses filled to the brim. The world narrows down to just the two of you, and for that moment, nothing else matters. As you reluctantly pull away, still caught in the lingering haze of the kiss, you can't help the bubbling laughter that escapes your lips. Keegan, ever so stoic, stands there looking utterly bemused, that stunned expression on his face worth a thousand words.

"That was... unexpected," he murmurs, his voice a low, husky whisper that sends a thrill running down your spine. There's a hint of a smile playing on his lips, a soft, almost shy admission that echoes your own feelings.

A month and a half later

You’re panicking as you text to Keegan, cancelling the date (one of the many you two had in the past month and half) last minute because your best friend just told you she has a fever and can’t babysit Ellie. Is also too late to call a a babysitter, so you don’t have any other choice if not to stay at home with Ellie…Ellie, whom you still haven't told anything to Keegan.

I’m getting deployed tomorrow after lunch, we won’t see each other for two month after that…You really can’t come?

I’m sorry but my stomach hurts so much, I just got my period :(

Then I’m coming at your place with some chocolate ice cream and chips

You really don’t have to

Too bad I'm already in my car.

You sigh you look at the text and sit on the couch, damn him and his perfect personality. Maybe it’s the universe telling you to stop hiding the truth from him, to stop ignoring the elephant in the room.

“Mommy look!” Ellie says as she shows you the drawing she just made: some yellow on top of the paper and then blue on the bottom, “It’s sea!” With that you realize that you were holding the drawing upside down.

“Oh my! It’s so pretty! This definitely goes on the fridge” you say as you stand up to put her drawing on the fridge, next to your favorite drawing she made: the one with the two of you.

“Yay! Mommy likes it!” She says as she jumps up and down happily, you pick her up and kiss her cheek.

“Listen, Ellie, mommy’s friend is coming here and you need to be a good girl okay?”

“Auntie?” she immediately thinks of your best friend.

“No, not Auntie, another friend.” As soon as you say those words the doorbell rings.

You place Ellie down and walk towards the door, when you see Keegan standing outside with his hands full of snacks your heart breaks because of all the lies you told him but now is the moment of the truth. Will he run away? Will he get mad? You couldn't really blame him if he did so, not after all the lies.

You smile, “Thank you, really but…I need to tell you something…”

“What’s wrong?” He asks worried, but before you can speak a little voice behind you speaks and a little head pokes out the door.

“Mommy friend came?” Ellie asks as she looks up at Keegan with her big eyes. The man looks at you confused and you give him an awkward smile.

“I think it’s better if you come in.” You say as you let him in, Keegan enters and places the snack on the coffe table in front of the couch in the living room.

You place your hands on Ellie’s shoulder and take a deep breath, “Keegan, this is Ellie…My daughter”

To say that he’s shocked is an understatement, he stutters for the first time since you have started dating him, “w-what?”

“I shouldn’t have hidden this from you and i’m so sorry for my stupid actions I was just…afraid I guess at the thought of losing you.” You admit and Ellie looks up at you with a confused expression, you don’t want her to think that you don’t love her.

“You thought I’d leave you because you have a daughter?” He says even more shocked than before.

“That’s what most men do when I tell them.”

“I am not the type to do something like that, I love you and the fact that you have a daughter? Just makes me love you more” your heart flutters as he drops the l-word and your cheek flush red.

“You love me?” you ask with wide eyes.

“Damn if I do!”

“I love you too…And I was so scared of losing you, I’m so sorry…” You say with a smile, he smiles back and then crunches down to Ellie’s height, smiling at her.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Keegan, mommy’s…friend” Keegan says with a smile as he holds out his hand towards Ellie.

“Hi I’m Ellie” Your daughter says as she puts her small hands in his, shaking it clumsily.

It was such a sweet moment and you were almost tearing up when, “Are you my daddy?” Ellie suddenly says. You choke on your own saliva and Keegan laughs, shaking his head.

“No…Not yet at least” Keegan says as he smiles up at you.

“Watch Mulan with me?” Ellie changes subject immediately, very much toddler like, and pulls Keegan towards the couch. You can’t help but laugh as you look at the two of them playing together, feeling like you just found the missing piece of your puzzle, which is now perfect.

Ugh, this probably sucks and I’m sorry but I recently got back to writing and I’m trying to stay consistent to it :(

If you liked the story don’t forget to like, reblog and maybe even leave a comment :)

And remember, my inbox is always open for requests! even anonymous ones (emoji anon too!)

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AUDACITY: Toto Wolff x Wife!Black!Reader

TW: CURSING, YELLING

The hectic race here in Monza had finally come to an end and it is now time for the post-race interviews. One by one, the drivers were asked questions about what happened during their drive and what they think could've been done differently; however, a specific question a young driver had pissed off the wife the Mercedes AMG Petronas F1 Team, Y/n Wolff as she march her way in front of the man, blocking the journalist's sight of him.

"Could you please repeat that question you asked?" Y/n asked to make sure she heard the man right. "I asked if he felt that since he hadn't been winning any races for Christian, if he thought that maybe his time here in Formula 1 is running out?" the man asked once again, this time with a bit of fear for what the shorter yet feisty woman had to say. "So, I wasn't hallucinating, I heard you correctly! Now let me educate you on something here since you seem to lack the knowledge! A driver's career doesn't just end because they've been constantly not making it to the podium, sure he hasn't been winning yet he did a damn good job at keeping himself in the top six and THAT should be praised considering the state of favouritism going on in his team. Next is to address the fact that yes, we all know that Christian Horner is an impatient man when it comes to certain things, however he would never be that foolish to let Sergio go and if he was, he would pay for it dearly at my hands as I would personally burn his headquarters and garages to ashes, not leaving a pinch of paper for him to start over from. Mark my words, as whatever it is that you call yourself, the post-race interviews are for questions about the race and shouldn't go to the extent of you putting doubts into any driver's mind. BE WARNED THAT THIS IS YOUR FIRST AND LAST WARNING AS YOU ARE WALKING ON THIN ICE SEEMING THAT I COULD'VE HAD YOUR CAREER ENDED ON THE SPOT. Now apologize!" She shouted in anger that someone who should've been able to be trusted to ask sensible questions was actually a complete idiot out for nothing but starting chaos.

"I'm very sorry Sergio, I didn't think my words would have been taken that seriously" said the man as he was on the verge of tears, out of fear that he almost lost his job due to a foolish question. "It's ok, no hard feelings. Just try not to make this mistake again or best believe she'll be back for you" Sergio said as he went over to hug the man, being in shock himself.

Toto had been doing an interview with his drivers, when George noticed what was about to happen and tapped Lewis on the shoulder. They both called for Toto's attention, where the trio along with their journalist, watched on as Y/n gave the visibly shaking man a piece of her mind. After that was done, the lady interviewing them decided to ask "So Toto, you've obviously seen what your wife had just done. What would your reaction be to her for this?" the journalist smiled as she awaited an answer from Toto who as himself looks genuinely scared. "My question is What the fuck do you all want me to do?! I'm not getting involve in that! The last time you all had me interfere, I was unable to sleep on my pillows for a month!" He replied in a panicked tone as Lewis and George were the only two who knew what his "pillows" meant. "Dude, you've got to be kidding me. You still call her breasts pillows? How comfortable could they be?" George asked in amusement that his boss was still obsessed with his wife's boobs. "Trust me Russ, they are very comfy, I've also added and new pair. The ass" Toto said making everyone, including the journalist laugh. "Alright, so I see you're unable to help the guy out, that's all the questions I have for you three. Have a nice rest of your day" the woman said as they replied, "Same to you."

Unbeknownst to them the cameras had still been filming LIVE and they manged to capture the response which sent the world into a spiral at the fact that such a giant of man's weakness was being able to sleep on his wife as it now became the biggest thing to tease him of whenever he did something he wasn't supposed to.

#toto wolff x oc #toto wolff imagine #toto wolff #toto wolff angst #toto wolff fluff #toto wolff x reader #toto wolff fanfic

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ms--lobotomy · 3 months

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PRIMARCHS AND PRAISE KINKS

I had an ask, but it got deleted because this site sucks. Sorry anon. NSFW under the cut.

LION EL'JONSON- Words do nothing for him. Tie him up. Restrain him. Run your hands along him, stopping before you reach his nether regions. Watch him say nothing, but meet your eyes. Pleading with you to touch it. Graze it. You tell him to touch it himself, running your hand up him again before caving and touching it yourself. "Good boy," you said, even though words did nothing for him.

???- Could a concept have a praise kink?

FULGRIM- Doesn't need to be praised. He knows he's not just the highlight of the occasion, he is the occasion. Will always welcome more praise, though. Tell him how well he's taking it. He loves getting pegged, he loves showing himself off to you and letting you rearrange him. He was perfect, and he knew it.

PERTURABO- Did you even need to ask, lmao. He wants to know how good of a job he's doing, he craves validation like nobody else. He needs to know that you're having as good of a time as he is, if not better. Go on. Tell him how good of a job he's doing. Tell him how perfect he looks, spread out underneath you. Watch him tremble, shrivel, melt under your touch. There's a look in his eyes that tells you he wants, needs more. And you're happy to give it to him.

JAGHATAI KHAN- Normally ends up on top even if you're the dominant partner, because you simply can't go as fast as he does. Whew. Breathlessly, you tell him how well he's doing, and he responds by going even faster. Your hands are intertwined with his, and you can barely get any more words out.

LEMAN RUSS- He's more of an exhibitionist, but that paired with a praise kink? Wow. Tell him how well he's doing in front of all of the Space Wolves. All eyes are on you, darling. He's howling, but in between yowls you're able to get in some praise. Oh, look at how well he's giving it out!

ROGAL DORN- This man is a brick wall, but when he finally lets loose... oh boy. Tell him that it's okay, that he can let loose. For you. He grunts as his tongue moves faster and you tell him how well he's doing, how hard he's going. Wrap your legs around his head. Maybe pull his hair while you're at it.

KONRAD CURZE- Underneath you lies a man so broken that he can barely register your praise. But you try. On the Emperor, do you try. When he puts a curious finger in you, it hurts, but you hide it the best that you can. "Good boy," you manage to croak out, and the man underneath you softens.

SANGUINIUS- He can understand you for the first few minutes. His wings twitch, there's a feral look in his eyes, and you can see his fangs inside his slightly opened mouth. He's far too big to go between your legs, so he's got two fingers going in and out. He's focused on you, on your pleasure. He's got one hand holding you close to him, one going in and out. You're melting in his arms.

FERRUS MANUS- He's not much into words, but he'll indulge you. He'll chuckle as you say that he's doing a good job. "Thank you," he'll say awkwardly. You eventually decide that words aren't for the two of you, and instead decide on sensory play.

???- Praiser? Hardly know 'er! *slips on a banana peel*

ANGRON- Let's be honest, Angron's never going to properly reconcile himself with a praise kink no matter how well you say he's doing. He wants to please you, to meet your advances with something reciprocal, but the nails get in the way. Every time he processes praise, the nails submerge him in abject pain.

ROBOUTE GUILLIMAN- Roboute's a little funny about praise, mainly because he doesn't think that he deserves it. So lay it on thick. Watch as his face goes bright red and he tries to hide it from you. You turn his face back to meet yours, and he's an absolute wreck. Tell him that he has to face it, that he's doing quite well despite everything. Watch him slowly accept himself.

MORTARION- This man is an absolute mess. He folds under the lightest praise, even if it isn't sexual. And now that he's underneath you, coming undone at the slightest upturn of your lips. And when those words finally leave your mouth, when it's aired out in the open how well he's doing, the Pale King unraveled.

MAGNUS THE RED- He's definitely pulling some warp bullshit while you're going at it, but you feel it falter with your words. You smirk at him and repeat your words. The warp shenanigans are still going, but they're much weaker. You put a hand in his hair and stroke his head. He may have found something out about himself that he didn't know.

HORUS LUPERCAL- Do you really want to inflate his ego? You do? Okay... he doesn't need to know that he's doing well from your words. Your stutters, your moans are far more than enough to let him know he's doing well. He asks if you want more, if you need anything else. You tell him what you need, and he's more than happy to satisfy you.

LORGAR- He'll be the one praising you, darling. Even if you're the dominant one in the relationship, you'll never get away from the sound of the one who loves you. Reveres you. Worships you. He'll tell you how well you're taking it, or giving it out, whether you like it or not. Best to try to slip it in between his words.

VULKAN- He may seem bright and bubbly on the outside, but Vulkan needs to be told that he's doing well sometimes. That's where you come in. He's close to tears once you start to do this with him, and you're nowhere near stopping. When you're done, he wraps you in the biggest bear hug of the millennium. Well done, darling!

CORVUS CORAX- Corvus isn't the best at communicating what he likes, so you have to guess what he likes most of the time. When you start to praise him this time around, you notice something in his eyes that wasn't there before. You grin, and lay it on thicker. He can't bring himself to look at you, but you can tell he is enjoying it.

ALPHARIUS- It's hard to tell with him. He doesn't make as pronounced of facial expressions as the others. He's so used to espionage and subterfuge that it's hard for him to process genuine praise. But once you get going, you can see him start to crack a small smile. You win.

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batwritings · 4 months

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Hi Bat! Merry Christmas, if you celebrate! I feel like it’s been a while since I’ve seen you do group headcanons; can I get Keegan, Ghost, Gaz, Konig, Horangi, and Soap (if that’s too many, I completely understand! you can just pick a few.) on a mission alone with their lover, maybe infiltrating a facility of some sort, when their darling simply just pulls them aside declares they want to give them a quick handjob/blowjob, out of neediness. Maybe the reader’s just a little too into the thrill of them possibly getting caught, or maybe they just can’t wait until they get back. Thanks!!

-Hybrid

Okay but like...I'm fairly certain I would be said reader. >.> Not that I like thrills, I just have ZERO shame. /hj Also, Merry Christmas for those who celebrate, as well as a blessed Yule and a Happy Hanukkah and holidays! Enjoy!~

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Keegan P. Russ Keegan normally took missions as a ghost VERY seriously. He knew communication was essential during these missions, especially when dealing with Rorke back on the loose. So when you pulled him into a nearby closet for a quick little thrill, he was quick to ask what the actual fuck you were doing. Unfortunately, Keegan is weak as hell for you, so the moment you get your hands on his member, his eyes roll back a bit. "Make it quick kid," he growls, switching the channel on his comms so the both of you aren't heard, even on accident. You're true to your word, making sure there's no evidence of your little stint. "Pull something like that again, and you'll regret it once we're home."

Simon "Ghost" Riley Simon Riley is a no nonsense man, even more so on missions. But even you could see how his anger was affecting him and the decisions he was making. As an intervention, you pulled him aside while the team was switching positions. "You need a quick destress," you tell him, getting on your knees and pulling his member out before he can protest. Any argument Simon tries to make is muted the moment you get his cock in your mouth. He's finished as quick as it started as you help him straighten his appearance. "Not a word of this later." He threatens, despite his soft brown eyes telling you that he was thankful.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick Gaz, albeit serious about his work, is much more impulsive than the rest of the task force. Which means he's a bit more amenable to following you when you pull him aside for a moment. He's genuinely confused until you get on your knees, which he gives you a smirk in response to. "Cheeky thing aren't you?" He groans when you get your hands and mouth on his cock. He's so tempted to ask you to leave the cum splattered on your lips and cheek but Gaz knows better. "Next time we should take care of that before we go yeah?"

Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin Horangi has become a lot more at ease with himself over the years, and in that knowledge comes learning when to give into urges. He's never been one to let his relations with you interfere with missions for KorTac, but even a man as strong as him had a weak spot. He'll contemplate if the quickie is worth it before inevitably following you off. "씨발," Horangi would curse, trying his best to cover his noises. He felt lowkey bad for slightly abandoning the mission in exchange for pleasure, but the smile on your face made it worth it. "There'll be more where that came from if you can be good and patient."

König The normally reserved König you knew in closed quarters was gone on missions. As a colonel, he had a bit of a reputation to uphold. And yet...here he was, getting pulled to the side by you for a quick blowjob. "Scheiße, quickly now schatz," he'd groan, head knocking against the metal wall behind him. You hit all the right spots, all the points that normally made him sob in pleasure, whining quietly as he comes across your face. "Good pet...now, let's rejoin the others. We'll talk about this later in my quarters."

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish Probably the riskieset of this group of people. Soap is the type of person who would do it while doing recon and still respond to comms calls. He wants to see how far the two of you could go without getting caught. "He's moving LT," The Scotsman would report to Ghost, immediately groaning when you lick over the head of his cock. Moments after he comes, he'd be on the move, helping you up as he messily puts himself away. "More later yeah?"

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lock-my-feelings-in-a-jar · 1 month

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Russ Ballard

#russ ballard #everyone loves guitar #podcast #interview #2024 #i love this interview so i made some gifs from part of it #or podcast or #whatever you wanna call it #everything's an interview to me #this is almost three hours of just russ talking and answering things and telling stories and singing parts of songs #i love his voice impressions he does of people when he's quoting things they've said #and it's recent he just did this some weeks ago #and LOOK AT THE VIDEO TITLE i'm linking it #i don't know what to put #i'll just. for the set i'll just put his name and link #with his name #or on his name #i'll link the video TO his name #but if anyone is curious about russ watch/listen to this #if you have almost 3 hours to spare #and the video title look #I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE THAT CALLS HIM BEAUTIFUL #HE IS A BEAUTIFUL GUY I AGREE #and at the end of the description it says #'LOADS of fun and positive vibes. Russ is the best!'#AND I AGREE WITH THAT TOOOOOOOOOOO #the timestamps in the description are not all accurate i don't know if that'll be fixed

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Not a romantic -Keegan P. Russ NSFW

Based on a request: Can we please get some Keegan content? I lovedddd the wandering eyes headcannon and was thinking like what if when the reader first joins he is rude to her and cocky but after a mission everyone goes out to celebrate and the reader is wearing smth super sexy and he starts like crushing on her or smth Omg also like what if the reader notices after the night they celebrated that Keegan changed and starts wearing tighter outfits and stuff to tease him and maybe there is a bit of NSFW🤭🤭🤭 or not lolll but I love ur writing so much❤️❤️❤️ ---- F!Reader, MDNI, 18+, recording, pervy!Keegan ----

A/N: went of script, I know

Being a part of the infamous team Ghosts, you were bound to get close to everyone on the team, except one man, Keegan Russ. It wasn't that he didn't like you, but he could just remind you that he was way better than you in most things. If you tried to prove yourself to be worthy of being a part of the team, he'd be there to remind you he was good at almost everything and you were just not so good.

He didn't even know why he was this way towards you, not like he had a pre-planned way of treating you, but when he first saw you, it was like a switch was turned on.

Tonight, as a long and grueling mission ended, Logan proposed to relax and go to a local bar. Everyone agreed, even the serious man you had known all this time said yes to it. Once you all had reached to base, you showered and decided to wear something more…nicer. The colour of the dress you wore accentuated your eyes and curves so well that by the time you arrived at the bar, everyone turned heads. Keegan smirked at this rather sweeter side of you. Sweet only because this was a treat for his eyes.

He buys you a drink and then it hits you, he is some dirty dog, liking the curves and sweet body you possess. His body language betrays all he is trying not to say out loud. His playful hands pulled the barstool you sat on closer to him, those drunk eyes of his spilling what his dick wished to do. "Y/N, c'mon, just take a small sip, this is us celebrating for fuck sake," Keegan's deep and sweet voice slurred by now.

He gets closer, "Pretty thing you got on," he comments and then pulls away but you know best and smirk. "Logan said the same thing," you lie and he looks back at the table where Logan sits at. "He fucking wouldn't."

"Oh please, you know he would," you take a sip from your drink and look at him, waiting for any stupid comment he'd make. "No, he knows not to– whatever," he plays it cool and walks away, taking a smoke break, according to him. From outside, he watches how you just sit there and his eyes begin to travel lower and lower. A smirk plays on his mouth as he imagines all the things he would do to your pretty little body. His cock aching to be between your precious legs but he will play along and wait for the right time.

For days after, he gets closer to you. He asks all the right questions and doesn't hide around innocent questions. Keegan is bold sure but all these questions and the way his voice would go lower when asking them had you excited for any late-night talk he wanted to have.

This goes on for weeks and eventually, you decide to play with him. Knowing he fancies you so much makes you wear tighter shirts around base. Hesh eventually just makes a bet with the others, waiting to see if he'd win and so far, he is winning.

When you walk into the common room, Keegan usually man spreads or places a pillow between his legs and licks his lips. Your cleavage makes him horny enough to the point he leaves the room, coming minutes later looking more relaxed.

When working out, he watches from afar, enjoying the squats you do or how you groan or even breathe out when working too much.

By the end of the day, he goes to your room, knocking on the door when he hears your sweet moans. He knows no one would freely come and fuck you, he took care of that a long time ago, so, this only means you must be touching yourself. Not so innocent after all.

He looks around the hall and when he knows no one will come around, he sneaks into your room, carefully taking steps and closing the door. He can see you lying on your bed, a pink toy between your legs as your eyes close and you turn the volume up to your headphones. He smirks and pulls his phone out, sets it on a book and records you.

Keegan knows he shouldn't do this, but he also knows he needs this more than anything.

He undoes his jeans and pulls his fat and hard cock out, he tries not to make noise as he strokes his cock. Spit falls onto his free hand before touching himself more.

His eyes are on you like a hawk, he smirks as he hears your whimpers and moans. The toy should be replaced by me, he thinks as he watches you pump it inside of you like a bitch in heat.

What he doesn't expect is you moaning his name over and over. Your free hand on your hard nipple as you moan trying to suppress a scream of his name. "Fuck…oh fuck…Keegan," your head was thrown back as you grew more sensitive. You stop playing with your tits and flick your already needy and sensitive bud.

He nods and watches you with hunger. His dick is ready to just fuck itself in you, but it'd be wrong, so he continues to enjoy the show. A pretty little thing like you deserves an audience after all. He doesn't need some shit-looking porn actress that resembles you when he's got this. Not anymore.

The more he jerks off, the more he finds himself biting his lip and getting reading to let his cum spill out.

He looks around and finds your bra by the chair he's on, he grabs it and as he strokes his cock faster, he lets his cum get collected on it.

He pulls his jeans back on, but not before taking a good look at you.

Your moans get louder and before he knows it, your legs shake as you curse his name out. Sweet little thing came for me, he thinks and leaves the room. His phone in his hand serves as proof you need him like he needs you.

"I'm not a romantic, but I'd fuck your brains out, Y/N," a note he wrote before leaving is placed near the cum covered bra.

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linzzey · 9 months

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keegan russ x f! reader

You were finding it difficult to improve your sniper aim, despite your best efforts. You were struggling to hit the mark and it was starting to affect your confidence. That's when Keegan stepped in to help you out. With his years of experience and expertise, he knew just what you needed to do to improve your aim ♡..

♫ - wicked games, the weeknd

♫ - two-headed mother, ethel cain

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this is an 18+ fic!! please do not read if you aren’t comfortable. have a great day/afternoon/night and drink lots of water 💞

warnings: dub con (?), spanking, unprotected sex (cover your stump before you hump y’all)

anddd I think that’s it? If there’s any more, please do tell me! english is NOT my first language so I apologize if there are any grammar errors. this is my first smut fic too sooo this would suck ass. KEEGAN IS UNMASKED IN THIS FIC BTW!! :3

also, I made this bc I saw a headcanon where ghost would help you out when you struggled to improve your aim and I couldn’t help but think it was hottie keegan instead and I was absolutely horny that time sooo.. this was made :p! ANYWAYS I HOPE YOU GUYS WILL ENJOY READING THIS!!

You were at the shooting range late at night, eager to hone your sniper skills. Little did you know, Keegan was quietly observing your every move, his presence unbeknownst to you. Your next shot missed the mark, and a sense of frustration washed over you. But Keegan, with his sharp senses, was watching your every bullet with a hawk-like focus. You squeezed the trigger again, but the bullet strayed from its intended target, causing a frustrated expletive to slip from your lips. The sound of Keegan's measured footsteps was the only indication of his approach, and his low, calm voice cut through the silence. "The issue lies in your positioning, soldier. Allow me to assist you." he said, leaning in close to you.

Caught unaware by Keegan's presence, you stammered, "Wha-? I didn't realize you were here, Sir..." Your chuckle was tinged with a hint of nervousness, but you managed to smile through it. "But.. thank you for helping me, Sir.." you said, the corners of your lips turning upwards into a grateful grin.

Keegan smirked, his piercing blue eyes locking onto yours. "No need to thank me, soldier. We're all here for the same purpose, to sharpen our skills. Let's focus on improving that aim of yours." He moved behind you, his presence commanding. With a firm hand, he adjusted your stance, pressing his body against yours. His voice dropped to a low, husky tone as he whispered in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "Relax, breathe, and squeeze that trigger gently. Remember, control is the key." His chest pressed against your back, the heat radiating through your clothes.

You nodded gently, attempting to calm your nerves as Keegan's warm breath caressed your skin. A shiver ran down your spine as his deep, husky voice tickled your ear, sending a pleasant sensation coursing through your body. His piercing blue gaze bore into you, making you feel both nervous and exhilarated. "Yes, Sir," you replied, your words accompanied by a quiet sigh. The heat that had been building within you suddenly spiked, causing your body to feel warmer than usual. You struggled to stay focused on the task at hand, your breathing becoming heavier with each passing moment.

Keegan noticed your heightened state, the way your body reacted to his close proximity and husky voice. He could smell the mix of anticipation and arousal radiating off you, a scent that ignited a primal desire within him. His hand slid down your arm, his touch firm yet gentle as he guided your aim. He leaned in closer, pressing his lips against the shell of your ear, his voice dripping with a mix of authority and seduction. "Focus, soldier. Feel the tension in your muscles, the weight of the rifle in your hands. Let it all melt away as you breathe and squeeze." His words caressed your senses, sending a shiver down your spine.

You nodded once more, your body trembling with nervousness and pleasure as you felt Keegan's lips brush against the shell of your ear. Despite your best efforts to focus on his words, his voice was like sweet poison, distracting you from the task at hand. You couldn't help but be entranced by the husky tone that laced his every syllable. Your back arched a little as a shiver ran down your spine, making it clear just how much his touch was affecting you.

Keegan noticed the way your body responded to his touch and voice, the way you arched your back, craving more. A devilish smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he sensed your distraction. With a sudden movement, he gripped your waist tightly, pulling you even closer to him. His voice dropped to a husky whisper as he pressed his body against yours. "You seem rather distracted, soldier," he murmured, his tone laced with amusement and authority. "Are my words and touch affecting you that much?" He leaned in, his lips brushing against your neck, his warm breath sending sparks of pleasure through your body. "Focus, my dear. Focus only on the mission at hand," he commanded, his words a seductive tease.

Surprise coursed through you as Keegan's strong grip tightened around your waist, pulling you towards him. You swallowed hard at his words, releasing a quiet shuddering sigh. "N-No, Sir... I'm just... nervous," you stammered, attempting to quell the trembling that was overtaking your body. Despite your efforts, however, your nerves only seemed to intensify as you felt Keegan's hot breath ghosting over your neck. Your attempts to control yourself were further compromised as his lips grazed your sensitive skin, the sound of his voice sending shivers down your spine.

Keegan observed the way your body quivered, the way your voice wavered with nerves. He could sense the underlying desire and vulnerability within you, and it fueled his own desires. He tightened his grip on your waist, asserting his dominance. "Nervous, huh?" he murmured, his voice sending a thrilling shiver down your spine. "Well, you better learn to control those nerves, soldier. Focus on the mission, on the target. Let everything else fade away." His lips trailed along your neck, leaving a trail of feathery kisses, teasing and intoxicating. "Remember, soldier, precision and control. That's what separates a good sniper from a great one." He tightened his hold on you, pressing his hardness against your lower back, a silent reminder of the desire that pulsed between you.

A soft whimper escaped your lips as Keegan deliberately pressed his hardness against the small of your back. You closed your eyes tightly for a brief moment before opening them again, determined to focus on the task at hand. However, his kisses on your neck and the bulge you could feel behind you made it difficult to keep your hands steady. Despite your best efforts, your aim was thrown off, causing a frustrated ‘fuck’ to slip from your lips in a soft and shaky tone.

Keegan's grip tightened around your waist, a mix of frustration and amusement reflected in his piercing gaze as he observed your shaky aim. Despite your best attempts to steady your hands, his grip on your waist threw you off balance, making you feel a bit scared. He pressed himself closer to you, his lips lingering on your neck while he teasingly nipped at your skin. "What's the matter, soldier? Can't concentrate with my touch distracting you?" he taunted, his voice low and laced with a hint of dominance and desire. You whimpered in response, feeling your body tremble slightly. Unable to find the right words to say, you remained silent as he continued to nip at your skin. Suddenly, he spoke again, "You need to learn how to block out all distractions and focus solely on the target and the mission at hand. No excuses." With a firm grip, he forcefully pulled you away from the shooting range and towards a secluded area, his hold unyielding.

As you and Keegan arrived, you couldn't help but feel a sense of nervousness wash over you. Suddenly, he pushed your face against the wall, sandwiching you between his muscular chest and the rough surface of the wall. You felt his strong hand wrap around your neck, his hot breath tickling your ear as he growled, "Looks like you need some extra discipline to train that focus of yours." The deep and commanding tone of his voice sent shivers down your spine, making you gulp and squeeze your thighs together. Your voice was shaky as you asked, "W-What are you...going to do, Sir?" Despite feeling scared and nervous, you couldn't deny the arousal that was building within you, your pussy aching for some kind of release as you squeezed your thighs together.

Keegan's grip on your neck tightened, making it hard for you to breathe properly. His touch was both commanding and arousing, making your body tremble with anticipation. He pressed his body against yours, his hardness evident against your backside. His voice dripped with authority and desire as he whispered in your ear, "What am I going to do? I'm going to fuck the discipline into you, soldier. Help you find that focus you seem to be lacking." Your eyes widened in surprise and arousal, feeling yourself getting more soaked with every word he said. His whisper made you whimper in anticipation. His free hand slipped beneath your shirt, exploring the curves of your body, causing you to breathe heavily as his touch ignited a fire within you. "But first, you need to understand the consequences of your lack of concentration." With a swift motion, he spanked your ass, the sharp sting mingling with a surge of pleasure. You yelped loudly, your body shaking with pleasure and pain as you felt him spank you. You whimpered after the spank, "Mmph-! Yes, Sir..!" Your voice was shaky, but filled with obedience and desire.

"Discipline is key, soldier. Focus on the mission," Keegan growled, his voice oozing with dominance and lust. A smirk played on his lips at your response, pleased with your compliance. He released his grip on your neck, allowing you to catch your breath as his hand trailed down your body in a possessive manner. "Good," he purred, his voice filled with satisfaction. "Now, strip." His command was unwavering, leaving no room for hesitation. As you began to undress, you could feel his hungry eyes roaming over your body, taking in every inch of exposed skin. Once you were fully naked, he stepped back to take in the view, his gaze filled with a mix of dominance and desire. "On your knees," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for negotiation. You immediately followed Keegan's order, dropping to your knees and tilting your head up to look at him, waiting eagerly for his next command.

Keegan's gaze locked with yours, a mixture of dominance and approval in his eyes as you obediently got down on your knees. He moved towards you, his presence commanding and overpowering. With a gentle yet firm grip, he tangled his fingers in your hair, asserting his control. "You look beautiful down there, soldier," he remarked, his voice laced with desire. "Now, open your mouth." As he spoke, he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, revealing his hardened cock. He guided himself towards your waiting lips, his breath hitching with anticipation. "Show me how well you can obey," he said, his voice low and commanding.

You couldn't help but gulp at the sight of his length. He was incredibly big and his cock was leaking pre-cum. With a deep breath, you reached out and grabbed his cock, feeling it pulse in your hand. You kissed the tip, making Keegan let out a low grunt. Your index finger circling around the tip and smudging its pre-cum.

Keegan relished in the sight of your anticipation, your hesitant touch sending sparks of pleasure through his body. He watched as you kissed the head of his cock, your finger teasingly smudging his precum. It pleased him to see you taking initiative, even in your submissive position. With a low growl, he tightened his grip on your hair, guiding your head forward. "That's it, soldier," he said, his voice laced with a mix of authority and desire. "Take me in your mouth. Show me how well you can please me."

You moved your head forward, trying to take his whole length, but you gagged around his cock halfway. You used your hand to stroke the rest of his length that you couldn't reach. Your tongue circled around at the tip of his cock, teasing him. Keegan groaned in pleasure as you took him into your mouth, your hand stroking the parts that you couldn't reach. He tilted his head back slightly, relishing in the sensation.

"Mmm, that's it, soldier," Keegan murmured, his voice a husky growl. "Don't hold back, keep going." His grip on your hair tightened, silently commanding you to continue pleasuring him. As you worked your mouth and hand together, he moaned in appreciation, his hips gently thrusting in response to your movements. "That's it, soldier," he repeated, his voice filled with pleasure. "Take me deeper. Show me how much you want to please me." You eagerly complied, taking him deeper into your mouth, feeling a hint of gag reflex. Your hand worked in tandem with your mouth as you worked to pleasure him, your eyes fixed on his face as you sought to please him completely.

You continued to take him deeper into your mouth, gagging and moaning around his cock as his grip on your hair tightened and he pushed your head further down, sending vibrations throughout his body. Suddenly, he pinched your nose, leaving you unable to breathe properly. You could feel his pleasure building as he thrust his hips forward, his moans growing louder and more intense. You struggled to breathe, but the pleasure you were giving him was worth it. Your eyes met for a brief moment, and in that moment you could see the lust and desire in his eyes, urging you to continue.

Keegan's dominance intensified as he temporarily cuts off your air supply. Your moans and gagging vibrations around his cock drove him wild with desire. He relished in the control he had over you, the way your body responded to his commands. He released your nose, allowing you to gasp for air before resuming your duties. "Such a good little cocksucker ♡," he groaned, the words dripping with satisfaction. "Take it all, soldier. I want to feel your throat tighten around me." He continued to guide your movements, thrusting deeper into your mouth, demanding your submission.

Despite the tears in your eyes and the gagging sensation, Keegan took pleasure in the way you tightened your grip on his thighs. The mixture of pain and pleasure in your eyes only intensified his desire. He wiped away your tears with a gloved hand, his touch both comforting and possessive. Keegan withdrew his cock from your mouth, leaving you gasping for breath, your lips slick with a mixture of your saliva and his pre-cum. "Good soldier," he murmured, his voice filled with both satisfaction and dominance. "You're doing so well for me." His thumb brushed against your lips, smearing the mixture of saliva and precum that had gathered there, making you whimper. "But don't think I'm done with you yet," he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

He took a step back, his eyes fixed on your flushed face, a wicked smirk playing on his lips. "Look at you," he chuckled, his voice thick with desire. "Such a mess. But don't worry, soldier, I have other plans for you." He reached down and cupped your chin in his hand, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. "Get on your hands and knees," he commanded, the dominance in his voice sending a shiver down your spine. "It's time for you to show me just how obedient you can be."

You whimpered at his words, you shift your weight forward, bracing yourself with your hands. You arched your back, feeling the muscles in your thighs and calves tense with anticipation. The cool surface of the floor beneath your skin sends shivers through your body.

Keegan's eyes hungrily roamed over your exposed form, taking in every curve and the anticipation in your posture as you obediently positioned yourself on your hands and knees. He stepped closer, his presence looming over you as he placed a hand firmly on your lower back. "Good," he murmured, his voice a low rumble of satisfaction. "You know exactly how to please me, soldier." With one swift motion, he slid his hand between your legs, his fingers finding your wetness. The slickness of your arousal coated his fingertips as he teased your entrance, driving you to the brink of madness, biting your lip and trying not to moan, "I'm going to fuck you hard and fast, soldier," he declared. "And you're going to take every inch of me. Understood?" You nodded.

Keegan's palm came down hard on your ass cheek, delivering a sharp spank that caused you to yelp in both surprise and pain. He scoffed at your attempt to nod, ensuring that you gave a verbal confirmation instead. The pain mixed with arousal as your ass cheek stung, heightening your senses, you immediately said, “Y-Yes, Sir..!~” you said with a shaky voice, "That's better," he growled, his voice filled with authority. "Now, soldier, prepare yourself for me." He positioned himself behind you, his hand guiding his hardened cock to your entrance. With a forceful thrust, he entered you, making you moaned loudly and yelp, filling you completely. The mixture of pain and pleasure coursed through your body as he began to move, he shoved your head at the cold floor, his pace unyielding and merciless.

Keegan's thrusts were unrelenting, his pace brutal and deep. The mixture of pleasure and pain radiated through your body, causing you to cry out in a potent combination of pleasure and discomfort. He drove into you with a forceful determination. Tears prickled in your eyes as the pressure against your cervix was both agonizing and exhilarating, your walls tightened around him in response to the overwhelming stimulation, clenching his cock as if desperate to keep him inside. The sound of your wetness mingled with the rough slapping of skin, filling the room with the symphony of your pleasure.

Keegan's grip tightened on your hips as he continued to pound into you relentlessly. The sound of his muttered expletives fueled your arousal, and you whined as he spanked you, "'s t-too muchhh!!~… So deep... Ahhh..." Each spank added to the intensity of the experience, sending waves of pleasure through you. Moans and groans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure and desperation. Your body trembled and quivered under the weight of the sensations, struggling to find release. "You can take it, soldier," Keegan growled, his voice filled with a mix of dominance and encouragement. "I know you can handle it. Feel me fucking you deep, feel every inch of me inside you. Embrace the intensity." The words slipped from his lips in a husky whisper as he continued to ravage you with unyielding vigor, his movements becoming more and more intense as he neared his own release.

Keegan's desire to synchronize your release with his own heightened. His need to see you unravel beneath him driving him closer to the edge. The heat in your core intensified, spreading through your body like wildfire, you whined, “S-Sir.. S-Soo closeee..” He groaned in response to your whine, his gloved hands gripping your hips with an even tighter hold. "F-Fuck.. hold on just a little longer, soldier," he urged, his voice thick with need. "I want us to cum together." His thrusts became more erratic and desperate, chasing that glorious climax that was tantalizingly within reach. He could feel his own release building, the tension coiling inside him. The final moments before your simultaneous release hung in the air, the anticipation filling the room with an electric charge.

You rolled your eyes at the back of your head and let out a long, euphoric moan as you came. Keegan felt the tight clench of your walls around his cock and heard your moans of ecstasy, and he couldn't hold back any longer. With a guttural groan, he released his cum deep inside you, filling you up completely. The sensation of his warmth flooding your insides only intensified your own orgasm, causing your body to convulse and tremble with pleasure. "Fuck!♡~" Keegan breathed out, his voice a mix of euphoria and relief. He continued to ride out the waves of pleasure alongside you, the intensity slowly subsiding as you both basked in the afterglow, your bodies intertwined and sated.

You yelped and moaned as Keegan pulled his cock out, Keegan's chuckle filled the air as he observed the aftermath of your passionate encounter. Your yelps and moans continued to mix with heavy breaths as you tried to regain your composure. The sight of his cum cascading down your thighs, creating a sticky mess, only fueled his desires further. "You really are a beautiful mess, soldier," he remarked, a hint of satisfaction in his voice. He reached down, using his gloved hand to collect some of his cum. With a mischievous smile, he brought his hand to your lips, smearing the mixture of your fluids across them. "Clean yourself up," he commanded softly, the dominance in his tone evident.

Keegan's perverted move sent a shiver of both arousal and vulnerability through your body. The taste of the mixture of your fluids and his cum on your lips was both intoxicating and degrading, heightening your senses and emphasizing your submission to him. You whimpered softly, torn between obeying his command and the need to regain control over yourself. Eventually, you gave in to his dominance and tentatively licked your lips, gradually cleaning away the remnants of your shared passion. Each sultry stroke of your tongue was a reminder of the power he held over you, stirring a mix of desire and apprehension deep within you.

Keegan chuckled as he caressed your cheek, his eyes locking onto yours with a sense of satisfaction. He whispered into your ear, the sound of his voice sending shivers down your spine.

"Have you learned anything, soldier?"

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iii/v. unearth without a name: the parent forced to eat its young before it grows

pairing: keegan p russ x f!reader word count: 3.2k synopsis: the third time you hallucinate keegan tags: whumptober, psychological warfare, injury, electrocution, brainwashing, hallucinations, hurt no comfort, established relationship, ghost!reader, 4+1, no y/n warnings: canon-typical violence, torture ao3: read here ← prev | next →

III.

Things didn’t get much better from there. In fact, the torture only worsened.

The passage of time remained a disorienting illusion at best, but you were certain that you’d been in this hellhole longer than the less-than-professional portion of your relationship with. . .

With Keegan.

It hurt to think about him. Well, it hurt to think about any of the Ghosts, men who you had seen as your crew, your family, but matters surrounding the sergeant in particular were infinitely more painful. They had each promised you one thing and one thing only: short of death, they would sooner lose a limb or two than abandon you. He, however, had gone a step further, all but vowing to follow you to the ends of the earth.

Of course, Keegan hadn’t exactly said as much, for such a confessional manner of speaking was beyond his realm of expertise. Still, it was difficult to dispute the torch he carried for you when one took into account the way he slipped his treasured rations of dried jerky into your back pocket, or how he gave you his undivided attention both in the field and in the privacy of his own quarters.

Anybody with a pair of workin’ eyes can puzzle you idiots out in five seconds flat , Merrick had said once. Makes the rest of us sick. Sick, I tell you.

Unfortunately, reality was often disappointing. And you were starting to believe that the only person who’d ever been wholly honest about their intentions with you was Rorke.

The day you first had this passing thought was the day you officially relinquished your already-slippery grip on sanity, mind finally at a loss. Because nobody of a sound mental state would consider their captor, interrogator, and torturer to be a pillar of truth or a beacon of honesty. Nevertheless, he wasn’t the one who had given you false hope, nor had he been the one to abandon you here, leaving you to waste away and rot. From the get-go, this monster of a man had detailed the exact terrors he would inflict upon you and then subsequently followed through on his words.

A part of you—the worn-down, bone-weary, hollowed-out part of you—respected that.

“Why don't we start the day off with a bang, hm?” Rorke strapped your wrists down to the arms of the wooden chair in which you currently sat. Giving a sharp tug, he tightened the restraints until a tingling numbness radiated throughout the meat of your fingers. “Get the blood flowin’, so to speak.”

In your peripheral, two Feds were hooking you up to some sort of death machine, which looked like an entanglement of wires and an array of dials. Malnourishment slowed your ability to assess and process new information, so you couldn’t muster the energy to investigate whatever damage they had planned for you.

Resistance was futile; at this point, the pain was inevitable, and the suffering was unavoidable. You possessed no power, you had no leverage, and you were losing faith in your comrades fast. Combined, it was a sure recipe for disaster. Yet, you had no choice but to see all this chaos through until it’s likely-bloody conclusion.

Rorke took a seat in a chair of his own, positioning himself just a few feet across from you. Close enough to intimidate, but not within kicking distance. To calm your racing heart, you focused your attention onto the deep scar that sliced his left brow and trailed the contours of his face before abruptly stopping at the edge of his jaw.

Your sense of curiosity briefly flickered to life, and you wondered if it was the handiwork of another Ghost. Maybe Merrick, your methodical, war-horse of a captain? Or the Elias Walker, known to you only in the form of tales told by his remaining men?

Regardless, the image of the healed wound birthed in you a furious desire to bestow a matching mark on the unblemished side.

“First order of business,” the ex-Ghost began. “The Walker boy. Logan. Is he back in it again, runnin’ amok with that sorry brother of his? Haven’t seen either of their ugly mugs in a while.”

During the previous winter, you’d learned some of the details surrounding Logan’s capture and escape, both of which had occurred prior to your recruitment. Keegan had always been pretty tight-lipped about the subject, usually dismissing it altogether by redirecting you to ask Logan personally. And so you had.

What he divulged had sickened you to the core.

Although he wasn’t a big talker, Logan Walker had unveiled the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth in a series of short fragments over the course of several weeks. His recounts weren’t always delivered in chronological order, for he occasionally jumped around as trauma poured out of him like an unleashed dam. He had spoken of the isolation and the disorientation, of the physical beatings and the mental lashings. Of reliving his father’s death again and again, of the apparition of his brother shouldering him with the blame.

The most harrowing part, however, had been the brainwashing. The manipulation of the mind and its contents, the rearrangement of orderly thoughts, beliefs, memories into a locked state of disorder. Forcing the self to become a foreign object in its own native vessel. You had thus far managed to avoid undergoing such disfiguration. Still, considering Logan’s experience mirrored yours almost exactly, it was safe to assume that you wouldn’t remain unscathed. But where his strength and sheer tenacity had foiled Rorke’s plans, you weren’t optimistic that you’d be able to replicate his success.

Even so, no matter the evils lurking in your future, you scorned the prospect of willingly revealing any information that could be used to harm your teammates. Especially Logan. Dying would be less of a burden on your soul than condemning him to this hellscape for a second time. He’d already endured it once; to curse him twice would be beyond cruel.

Perhaps you were a tad bit self-sacrificing. You ignored the bitter, unwelcome voice from within that questioned whether the Ghosts would do the same for you if the roles were reversed.

Finally ready to reply, your head jerked to the left, then to the right. No.

A harsh exhale escaped his nostrils, like Rorke had expected the small defiance but was nonetheless disappointed. He snapped his fingers.

“Wrong answer.”

To punctuate the detached statement, a sudden current of what could only be described as concentrated lightning flowed into you. Your nerves caught fire, and every single muscle housed inside of you responded by contracting painfully. The sensation caused your joints to lock, stunning you into submission.

You felt your eyes roll back, but you willed them to refocus, threats all around. It was the sole method of motion still under your conscious control, for the rest of your body was seemingly trapped in an electric prison. However, when you glanced up at Rorke, a blurry figure to his left stole your attention instead.

Brows furrowing, you blinked rapidly to wash away the hazy features you had grown to love, but the mirage of Keegan remained. You would’ve noticed the sharp sting of an injection, so, unlike the previous two instances, this particular hallucination hadn’t been induced by drugs. It was a break in the pattern.

I’m going insane. Great.

“I wouldn’t lie if I were you. We’ve got ways of verifying, y’see, so cut the shit.” A nasty, blood-curling grin spread across Rorke’s lips. His soulless vessel swelled with delight as he unleashed another cruel stream of words. “Those sons of bitches can’t be worth all this. You’re nothing to them. Nothing. They didn’t think twice ‘bout sendin’ you off to die an undignified death, alone, and yet you wanna protect them?”

He shook his head and clicked his tongue, the expression on his face morphing into a strange mix of disgust and pity. “What a damn waste.”

Another snap, another electric shock. Those two Federation technicians must have increased the number of amperes or the voltage, for this wave trumped the previous in its overwhelming intensity.

God, you weren’t built for this. Sure, all the Ghosts had to undergo conditioning and interrogation training. But Merrick, Keegan, Hesh, and Logan had been navigating war and its unforgiving brutality for almost their entire lives. In contrast, you’d been a plain and ordinary civilian up until the moment Keegan dragged you out from beneath a pile of rubble not even three years ago.

For your dauntless comrades, who had confronted and conquered Death many times over, a little electrocution was indeed light work. For you, however, it wasn’t so.

Perhaps an additional year of experience would’ve solidified this weakness into something ironclad. Keegan had been giving you private lessons after sunset in an attempt to speed the learning process along, but your capture had indefinitely suspended such sessions. Thus, here you would remain, unrefined and incomplete.

At present, clouding your vision with the view of your torturer was more preferable than seeing the resigned disappointment on your lover’s war-painted face.

“Y’know,” Rorke mused, “the Federation could use a soldier like you. Someone with your kind of loyalty.”

You temporarily forgot your vow of silence and gave a derisive snort. The loyalty you had for the Ghosts hadn’t been acquired through material means; no amount of promised money or power in the world had a chance of swaying you. Bonds born of bruises and blood were damn near impenetrable and immortal.

That level of devotion couldn’t be fabricated or repurposed.

“Now, now, there’s no need to look so sour.” He bared his teeth, donning a devilish smile. “We’ll have you singin’ a different tune soon enough.”

This is it, you thought. This is where things get ugly.

As if the steaming pile of shit that Rorke had already dumped on you wasn’t bad enough. Still, objectively speaking, the brainwashing Logan had described would be leagues worse than even the most brutal torture you’d withstood yet. Because it wouldn’t just entail physical duress; your mental faculties would be taken hostage and subjected to radical change.

“We can do this the easy way, or the hard way,” he challenged, cocking a single brow. “Choice is yours. I’m partial to the hard way, myself.”

No answer left your lips, which was in and of itself an answer. One that elicited a sigh from Rorke and an eyebrow raise from Keegan.

“Hard way it is, then. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

You steeled yourself for a third wave of electrocution, but nothing could mitigate the calamity brought on by the hot coils that cascaded down your spine and traveled outward to your limbs and digits. It lasted for several seconds, minutes, hours. An eternity.

To what limits did Rorke intend to push your mind and body? A muddled sanity and crippled form would be of no use to him, surely. So what did he hope to gain?

Probably nothing special. Some people just want to watch the world burn, Keegan had told you at the beginning of your acquaintance, not long after explosives had free-fallen from the sky.

And Rorke fell squarely into that category.

“How d’you think this ends? In walks a Ghost or two, and then off into the sunset you go, happily ever after?” He sneered. “Like hell.”

The wave of his hand brought on another current of heat lightning, setting your skin aflame. You clenched every possible muscle in your jaw as he ducked down to meet your unfocused stare. Upon making contact, your fatigued eyes fluttered shut to replace the image of him with total darkness.

A fruitless endeavor, really. The hatred carried by his gaze and the imposing outline of his figure were both irreparably ingrained into the very grooves and folds of your brain.

But despite how he haunted your sleep and consumed much of your waking thoughts, Rorke had miraculously failed to eradicate your willpower in its entirety. Still, he had failed to isolate and exploit your Achilles’ heel; still, he was ignorant to the fact that the root of your motivations surpassed standard camaraderie. It would thus take more effort on his part than electric torture to excavate said root.

You were not yet at your breaking point. And you refused to allow today to be the day you finally cracked underneath his reign of terror.

For a moment, the pit was silent. Then came the dreadful murmur of his long-awaited epiphany.

“Ah, I see what this is,” Rorke said, tone giddy and ominous. “Tell me, who’s the lucky guy? Which one’s got you actin’ all stupid?”

Your heart stopped.

Fuck.

“Can’t be the quiet Walker, he doesn’t seem the romantic type. And it can’t be his mouthy brother either, too busy tryin’ to avenge the death of his old man. Merrick, well, the fella don’t really swing that way, if y’catch my drift. So, by my count, that just leaves. . .”

Heedless of your wishes, your lidded stare flicked to Keegan’s impassive face. Rorke hadn’t the faintest clue about the subject of your hallucinations or even about the fact that you were currently hallucinating. Nevertheless, the break in eye contact was sufficient evidence to betray you.

His gaze narrowed. “Bingo.”

You forced yourself to refocus on the non-imaginary man across from you, but the damage had been done.

“Keegan P. Russ, you sly sonuva bitch,” he muttered. Rorke pursed his lips and whistled in approval. “How’d he win you over? Did he call you pretty, say you’re special? Was he your knight in shining armor?”

In truth, Keegan hadn’t even needed to lift a finger to successfully woo you. Caring for him was as easy as breathing, and it had come so naturally to you that, without him, you felt a bit like a fish out of water. You couldn’t attribute this evolution of your relationship to a singular, specific instance; rather, an aggregation of stolen moments and intimate gestures had resulted in a mutual desire for more. But, to prevent whatever was mounting between yourselves from jeopardizing the team dynamic, the two of you had agreed to take things slow.

Maybe too slow, in retrospect. This hush-hush, test-run of a relationship had lasted a mere couple months, terminated prematurely by the man who was currently trying to fry your brain. Now your time was up, and much of Keegan would remain a mystery to you, forever undiscovered and unsolved. Still, you couldn’t bring yourself to regret any of it.

You couldn’t bring yourself to regret him.

“Oh, this just keeps gettin’ better and better. I’m gonna have a whole lot of fun with you,” Rorke drawled, cracking his knuckles. A wave of apprehension washed over you, and he grinned at the horror that was surely etched into your face. “Don’t worry, I won’t kill our dear ol’ Russ.”

Relief surged within you, rejuvenating some of our deadened spirit, but the feeling didn’t last long. Nothing remotely good ever did down here.

“You will.”

Two little words, two little syllables shattered the illusion of Keegan, and with him went any remaining actionable hope. Try as you might, you were unable to reconjure his presence, incapable of reconstructing the facial features you had once loved to trace as he slept. Already, the pain had begun to distort his image in your mind’s eye, like how a digital photo album might be corrupted by malware.

Perhaps it was for the best. Perhaps you should compartmentalize your memories of him, of the Ghosts, and of the resistance into tiny boxes, sealing them shut then storing them far, far away. Not just out of Rorke’s reach, but out of yours too.

Because, ultimately, time was on the side of your enemies. Your body would erode first, followed by your sanity and ending with your soul; such was inevitable. Recognizing you were powerless to circumvent this fate, you instead sought to curate the information that would be revealed to Rorke once he finally penetrated your mental bastion. If you purged anything to do with the Ghosts from your memory bank, then the knowledge you possessed couldn’t be weaponized against them.

The only way you could counteract Rorke’s plans was by forgetting the life you’d built alongside Keegan and the others. Even as you now sat tied up and riddled with convulsions, you were thinking about the four soldiers who had become your home, about how to protect them. Any strategizing you did was to discern a method of silent survival for their sake, not yours. Never yours.

You tried to stave off the bitterness that crept deeper into your heart.

“Conserve your energy. You’ll be needin’ it for what I’ve got planned,” the older man advised, though his sinister chuckle contradicted any notion of good faith. The metal legs of his chair scraped against the ground as he pushed himself backwards and stood to his full height. “And it should go without saying—”

Rorke let the sentence break off and linger in the tense atmosphere. During these sessions, you’d learned that the older man had somewhat of a proclivity for theatrics. The ex-Ghost derived sick pleasure from randomly dropping bombs of intel on you to instigate a reaction, or from watching you struggle to persist in spite of the various mental and physical agonies he had inflicted.

A true sadist.

“None of those sorry bastards are gonna barge in and save the day, so give that dream up already. You won’t be found. I mean, how’re they s'posed to find what they ain’t even lookin’ for?”

The sound of retreating footsteps meant Rorke had finally taken his leave, marking the conclusion of this interrogation. But, as the two remaining Feds prepared to conduct another bolt of electricity through your depreciating body, you knew that the prescribed torture had only just begun.

You hung your head and stared unblinkingly at your bound wrists, at your traumatized fingers, still twitching from the aftershocks. Tremors born of fear, pain, rage. Rage at Rorke, at yourself.

At Keegan.

In a kinder world, perhaps Keegan would’ve been around to hold your hands in his, to soothe your scorched flesh with a gentle, mindless rub of his thumb. A fierce longing for him gripped your heart, yearning for that Keegan who could glean your emotional state at any given moment as informed by the mere hitch in your breath or the rhythm of your pulse.

That Keegan, who let you crawl into his arms and steal his warmth on harsh winter nights, no questions asked. That Keegan, who caught the glazed-over look in your eyes whenever certain topics arose in conversation and thus tried to distract you by playing a game of I Spy, your favorite childhood pastime. That Keegan, who had once nearly broken a man’s wrist for daring to grab the collar of your shirt; he’d been the perfect picture of Death-incarnate, a fierce protector with his stone-cold warning and intimidating stare.

This Keegan, however, was all too different.

Because this Keegan did not come to your rescue. No, instead, he had left you here to die.

tbc.

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La Belle Dame avec Merci

Eddie Munson x Unpopular!AFAB!fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ readers only please - minor children DNI! – No Upsidedown; SLOW BURN; Eddie & Reader are both over 18; fake dating/relationship; reader is technically a virgin; mutual pining; Eddie has trust issues; emotional hurt/comfort; masturbation; emotional manipulation; reader is kinda shitty to Eddie; reader gets better; angst; more angst; Eddie’s mom is dead; small act of accidental physical violence; Uncle Wayne is the best

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Eddie Munson was on your radar about as much as any other guy in school. That is to say, boys were people to avoid on the whole; whether because they were just cruel to you, or users trying to get you in bed, and therefore people to pointedly stay away from or - if it ever would happen - a dreamy-eyed boy were to come along and finally be kind, the fact remained the same: boys were an inconvenience at best, a source of torture at worst. Keeping your head down was the rule for every day. None of them wouldn’t have anything to do with you anyway, but some would actively jump out of the way in the halls all the while thinking themselves clever and funny by quoting Monty Python: “She’s a witch! A witch! She turned me into a newt! I got better…” An act somehow always followed by a cackle from their clique.

Of course, Eddie himself wasn’t one of these. He mainly kept out of your way, even though you shared a biology class together. You knew him enough to hand him a pen or pencil if he asked you for one in desperation, but otherwise, he kept to the theater club and his D&D group, Hellfire, and gave you a wide berth.

So it was a surprise to you when you received notice from the librarian that Eddie asked for a tutor in history. Ms. O’Donnell was a challenging teacher, no doubt, but you were one of her favorites and were currently in her AP History class. Eddie was in American 20th Century history and while it wasn’t your favorite part of history, you could still help him get by. You thanked the librarian and went looking for Eddie.

It didn’t take you long. The librarian simply pointed behind you. He was at one of the smaller tables in the middle of the space, doodling in a notebook. His leg was pumping a mile a minute and he looked bored. It must be his free period, you thought. You sat opposite him without asking and he looked up surprised.

“So when would you like to get started?” you asked, unpacking a datebook and pen from your purse.

“What?” He was genuinely thrown off guard, but soon regained his composure. This was some kind of trick. Had to be. He searched the room and discovered the table behind you was loaded with jocks and party kids. They weren’t looking at either you or him, but something still smelled off. He narrowed his eyes at you and waited.

“For your tutoring. 20th Century History? Ms. O’Donnell’s class? The thing you asked to be tutored in?” You clicked your pen. “When are you free?”

“What are you talking about?” he said, utterly confused. You had never spoken to him for any length of time before but there was something about the sound of his voice you found fascinating. The more he spoke, the more you wanted to hear. Even if it was him turning you down for your academic services. “I never asked to be tutored,” he said, insulted. “I’m not that stupid. I’ll make it through her class all on my own, sweetheart, m’kay?” He tilted his head and gave you a smart-ass grin.

“Well then why did the librarian give me your name? And why did she say that you wanted to be tutored?”

“I don’t know, princess,” he said, leaning forward, that grin still painted on his face. “Maybe she’s trying to set you up with the only guy in school who isn’t terrified of you.” This was not true. You did terrify him. Deeply. Your piercing eyes. Your pretty hair. Not to mention your rather distracting body. You were a fucking masterpiece and totally untouchable. The Impenetrable Ice Queen. The Queen who was now talking to him, the lowly bard. What was happening here? Doubling down on his declaration, Eddie leaned in even further and whispered: “I can be scary too, you know.”

Your spine stiffened. That was a shot across your bow you weren’t expecting. “I don’t understand. The librarian always keeps track of who the tutors are assigned to. If you didn’t put your name in for tutoring-“

Just then a group of kids behind you laughed. “Hey Munson! The Ice Queen? You getting desperate? Want to take your chances with the frigid bitch of Hawkins High?”

“Yeah man, hope you like cold fish!”

“And cold showers!”

You didn’t even want to turn around. From the look on Eddie’s face, you knew that it was the same group of people that hated him too - that is to say, almost anyone else in the school.

You closed your eyes and took a deep calming breath. “Jocks or preps?” you asked him.

“Looks like a mix of both,” he answered you and raised his middle finger at them all. Because fuck them, that’s why. He wanted to punch them all in the face. After all, they were also insulting you and face punching after someone insults a lady is expected, no? The knight errant in him was itching for battle.

“The freak found the geek!” one of them called.

“Shh! Quiet in the library or all of you can leave!” said the librarian. She stayed long enough to watch the big group behind you duck their heads and pretend to study their books. Satisfied that everything was over, she went into her office to answer the phone.

As soon as she was gone, it started back up again, just quieter.

“Hey Munson, be sure your dick doesn’t freeze and snap off inside her.”

“Don’t worry. She’ll probably cut it off as soon as he pulls it out of his pants.”

“And hey, Ice Queen, watch out Munson doesn’t have anything catching.”

“Yeah. God knows what that freak carries.”

”Probably what the green monkey had.”

“It’s so nice to know they care,” you muttered, your voice dripping with sarcasm. As you kept your gaze in Eddie’s direction, you saw his jaw clench and his eyes darken. You commended him for keeping his temper, if only barely.

In that moment, as Eddie was steaming and you were trying to let their words pass over you, you came to an important realization: you and Eddie were in the same boat socially. It was also then that you realized that Eddie might be the answer to your prayers. In fact, out of all the guys in Hawkins, out of every single male soul, he was likely to be the one person that you could co-conspire with - if he were up for it, that is.

And if you were honest, there was something fundamentally attractive about the metalhead. You enjoyed how he held court in the cafeteria from time to time. It took bold resolve to speak his truth to the entire school. And there was something about his eyes. The intensity behind them was magnetic. You didn’t need much more thought.

You leaned in, resting your elbows on the table. “How game are you?”

“Huh?” he said, snapping out of his murderous plotting.

You slowed your speech to match the speed of his brain: “How. Game. Are. You? Will you play along with me?”

He narrowed his eyes. He didn’t see where this was going, but it was better than being carted off to jail by Hopper on a battery charge. He was an adult in the eyes of the law, after all. He allowed his curiosity to override his anger. “A little improv, sweetheart? Heh. What do you have in mind?” He honestly didn’t know what to expect from you at this point, but he was seriously intrigued. The Ice Queen wanted to conspire with him. He was flattered.

“Just follow my lead,” you said, “and let’s blow all their tiny minds.”

Slowly you rose from your seat. Your skirt was long, almost to your ankles, but had a slit that ran to just above your left knee. You came around the table and lifted and parted the skirt, swinging your left leg clean over Eddie’s legs and settled yourself in his lap. Automatically, his hands were on your hips, sliding down to stop on your thighs, warm and firm. Eddie looked shocked for about three milliseconds, and it was a good thing he had recovered; if he were too shocked, you didn’t think it would sell the way you wanted it to.

Taking his face in your hands, you turned your head to place a gentle kiss to his cheek, another to his temple, and yet another to the side of his head near his ear. You were testing his waters. You could feel him tremble slightly, but he was holding fast. Good for him. “Follow my lead,” you whispered gently. Then you pressed a searing kiss to his lips.

Eddie’s brain shut off.

He responded to you much more respectfully than you expected; he kept his tongue to himself. In truth, he was still trying to recover from the shock of having you so close and pressed against him. All it would take would be you grinding your hips against his and he wouldn’t be able to walk anywhere without a book in front of his crotch.

The whispered “What the hell-?” from behind you was completely worth the risk of trusting the honor of Eddie Munson. The sound of the rest of them whispering to one another in amusement, fascination, and shock was also satisfying.

The kiss lasted a good thirty seconds or so when the bell rang and everyone gathered their things. You got up. As you gathered your datebook, you smiled at him. “See you in biology, lover.”

There was an extra swing in your hips as you left the library. You could feel Eddie’s stare and knew that his dumb grin was on his face.

You were wrong, however. Eddie was too in shock to react. Too overwhelmed by your energy just now. He stared in confused longing, swallowing hard, knowing he could never really have you and wondering desperately what he was supposed to do now that he knew what kissing you felt like. What having you in his lap felt like.

With that kiss, you knew that the Hawkins High rumor mill was going to spin so fast, it might set the school on fire. That much, you could have predicted. What you didn’t expect was how hot and bothered it had left you. The warmth of him you had expected. Even the plush feel of his lips was a foregone conclusion. But the feel of him - him beneath you and in front of you, his hands on you, his scent spinning around your brain. That was overwhelming. This was either the best idea you’ve ever had, or the worst. Unfortunately, only Eddie Munson could define that for you.

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CHAPTER 2 is now posted to AO3 and TUMBLR

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