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pear1escence · 1 month

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Being Keegan’s girlfriend would entail…𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 °

Keegan p. Russ x fem!reader - explicit

Being David Walker’s girlfriend would entail…

⭒ Late night car rides, driving around town with American oldies playing on the stereo, a cig in your hand nd his gaze shifting from the road to admire you every so often.

⭒ He’s not much for fancy dates, but he loves going out on walks with you. Strolling on beaches in the evening, loves it when you wear pretty skirts that flow with the wind. You might find a nice spot to put down a couple beach towels, share a bottle of wine and some home baked goods.

⭒ The warmth in his veins from the wine combined with your pretty face, he can’t resist kissing you. He’d pull you into his lap, his hand buried in your hair as he kisses you deeply, those delicious groans slipping from his lips as he does so.

⭒ Wouldn’t do beach sex. Sand getting everywhere, eugh. But in the car??

⭒ He’d have you riding him in the front seat, shirt pushed down, lips around your nipple, hands on your hips. He’ll bite just to hear you yelp. Can’t shut up either. He’s not shy of being vocal, groans a lot, the deep, sexy kind of sounds that has your stomach doing a flip.

⭒ Pretty average in length but his cock is thick as hell. Stretches you out so good. Hairy everywhere. Chest, thighs, nether regions. Yum.

⭒ Compliments you a lot, tells you just how pretty you look taking him so well, how good you feel. “Yeah, that’s it babe” “You’re taking it so fuckin’ well, doll” Curses a lot too.

⭒ Ok enough of that😾

⭒ He owns the comfiest, softest tees, the perfect ones to throw on in the morning with only a pair of panties underneath. You’d wear them a lot when he’s gone.

⭒ He thinks of you a lot when he’s deployed. Tries not to, he gets sad thinking of you alone.

⭒ Hugs you so deeply whenever he returns. Those comforting, safe hugs along with murmurs of how badly he’s missed you. Buries your head in the crook of his neck nd strokes your hair softly.

⭒ His heart breaks for you when he sees you cry. He’ll immediately forget about whatever he’s got on his hands. He’ll sit you down and wrap one arm around you, his hand lifting your face towards him as he asks you what the matter is.

⭒ Projecting my daddy issues onto this poor innocent (not) man very hard right now. Pls god I need him so bad

⭒ “Oh, my sweet girl” he’ll murmur, voice low and tinged with sadness, he’ll pull your legs over his lap nd wrap his arms round you tighter.

⭒ He’s very much not the perfect boyfriend, even though he wants to be.

⭒ He has his issues, struggles with PTSD which causes him to be very closed off. He hates opening up, sometimes it’s like there’s spiked wire wrapped around his throat when he tries.

⭒ He rarely seeks you out when he’s down. He can be very avoidant, scared he’ll blow up on you without meaning to. If he does come to you, he won’t talk.

⭒ He almost slumps up from tiredness, prefers it to be in your bed with your fingers drawing slow circles along his back, sweet words of affection nd loving kisses to his head.

⭒ He hates getting angry with you. The Ghosts are far from soft on one another, the rough atmosphere within his team has sometimes traveled over to you as well.

⭒ He’d never lay a hand on you. Never. But he has regrettably raised his voice at you a few times, when he’s really mad. The fear in your eyes causes him to pull back though, nd he’s quick to leave out of guilt.

⭒ He wouldn’t want you to worry for him, shoots you a couple messages about needing to blow off some steam before he takes a long drive to try and clear his mind.

⭒ He’s heavy with guilt and shame once he comes back, very soft with you in the days following.

⭒ You see the guilt in his eyes whenever he looks at you, hear it in the repeated ‘I’m sorry’s he gives you.

⭒ Why did I make this sad all of a sudden. I’m telling you I need to stop projecting my issues onto pixel men😞

I’m not gonna reread this so apologies for any misspelling, this has to be the first time I’ve posted in months?? I’ve been busy wasting time on stan twt 😖 Note - if you liked the angsty part towards the end I have a longer fic with a similar concept, ‘I miss what you’d do to me’

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v1x3n · 2 months

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♡ can love prevail?

phillip graves x reader ┃ navigation ୨୧ tags : angst

this is for @xxshadowbabexx s angst prompt challenge!!

you and Phillip had issues, well most of the problems spawned from him. lets put it to short, he was self disruptive. his past and the trauma from war, from the betrayal and all the lives he took from the world. he truly believed he didn't deserve anything. Phillip made it seem like he was flawless, a man who didn't care about others thoughts, a man who was always confident and never shined emotions towards anyone. a machine. but that's not true.

Phillip graves, the guy you loved with all your heart. you had just wanted him to see the good in himself. he never brought himself to it though, you cherished him, even though all of the shite he had done. you saw past it, its his past, it wasn't - he wasn't actually like that! you could defend him to the end of the world.

late at night, Phil stormed in. it wasn't just his stress or his anger after a close friend died - it was more.

"fuck!" he shouts whilst he grabs his shoes off his feet, throwing them down. this is what woke you up from your slumber, the loud, harsh bangs that stormed through the halls all the way to your and his bedroom. you could hear his mumble curses under his breath, whilst his powerful stomps carry to the kitchen. "Phil?" you mutter, swiping the sleep out of your eyes as you yawn through your speech. no reply came but a clank of bottles. alcohol. "whas happened?"

"get out, doll" he chokes through his streaming tears, they weren't tears of sadness. it was anger, pure rage. your high pitched 'hm?' could barely be heard through his strong gulps of the bottle of you presume beer? "I said get out. I don't want to see you right now" you could hear the pain in his voice, his eyes don't even look towards you as you pout at him.

"whas wrong? you can talk to me whenever you know."

"nd I don't want to talk to you. get back to fucken sleep" he scoffs, grabbing several beers then slumping down on the couch. he pulls up some shitty movie that he loves whilst chugging his cold beer. you sigh at him and stand in front of him. blocking the tv, "you need to leave me, doll."

"huh? why?"

he pulls his head into his hand and lets out a loud groan. almost shutting down your sentence. "I did somethin bad, darlin'."

those words dug into your heart, knowing something was coming y our way, and it was fucking bad. you don't reply, just waiting for the bad news. "there's this- there was this girl."

oh.

"I didn't mean too- we didn't - we didn't do anything. we just kissed but- but.." he stops.

you had known he couldn't do it, well you hoped he wouldn't make love to someone else. no one but you, you could handle a few pecks, even making out. just as long as it wasn't that, you cant even remember how long it took you and him to finally have sex. he was worried, too worried. Phillip graves had trust issues. the clock ticks as your silence is taken as a response from him.

"it was during a mission, people were dying all around me and- and I was making out with some girl!" he pulls onto his hair. "and I knew, I knew I would've if she wasn't shot right in front of me. her dying was the only reason I stopped it." he cries, a tremble in his voice.

"was it only a kiss?" you mumble, nervously playing with the skin of your hand. he nods. "then - then its okay..." He seems perplexed.

"what?.." he scoffs

His voice trails off as he seems to remember everything as if it happened a moment ago, not hours ago. "I kissed someone who wasn't you! how's that fine! The memory of her dying in front of him, her last breath on his lips, haunts his eyes. "you two didnt... so is okay!" you smile weakly at him.

"just leave me doll. please" he begs, gazing up at you with sadness filling his eyes.

"n-no! I love you Phil"

"if you know what's good f' you darlin', you'll leave me alone. you'll leave me. full stop."

"I cant..."

"please doll."

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