#david hesh walker x reader

[halcyone-of-the-sea]

AHHHH CONGRATS ON 5k!!! Ok ok, hear me out on this request because I think it might make a good little fic. I can’t decide between Hesh or Price for this one but I got a general idea: stoned Hesh or Price. You know those videos of husbands waking up from surgery and not recognizing their wife right away but knowing they’re the most beautiful person in the world (something like this: https://youtu.be/kV8KyeApBJY). Well maybe it’s something like he got hurt from a mission (hurt enough to require drugs/anesthesia for the plot) but is recovering back at base and imagine their wife is their medic and she’s trying to update his team on how he’s recovering and you just got a stoned Hesh or Price completely hopped up on drugs following his injury, just fawning over her and he just goes bananas when she “reveals” they’re married. The team got a kick out of it

—Keep The Sheets Warm, My Love Is Coming Home

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╰┈➤ ❝ [If this wasn't enough to prove that you were the only person for Hesh, you didn't know what did.] ❞

You walked around the room, tidying up what you could if only for the simple fact that it could distract you from the unconscious body in the bed. Realistically as a medic, you knew he would be fine—he was in the best hands possible—but Hesh had a track record for being unpredictable. 

He’d gotten into some trouble out in No Man’s Land again. Broken arm and ribs; a bullet through his thigh. He was so pumped full of medication and anesthetics from surgery that you doubted that he would be waking up soon.

But then again, Hesh was always surprising you. It was one of the reasons you’d married him, after all. Never a dull day.

Elias’s voice calls from the doorway. 

“You’re going to fall over at this rate,” you blink quickly, turning with an extra blanket in hand to spread around your husband’s comatose state. 

Your father-in-law has his arms crossed, and Logan slinks his way through the doorway with an arm looping your shoulders, a head pushed into your scalp silently. You sigh deeply, tension that you hadn’t realized was on your face lessening.

“Only if he keeps me from seeing those greens of his.” 

Logan huffs a laugh, squeezing you as his father grunts—the stern man’s eyes softening in a way they only would for you and his boys.

“He’d be more worried about you than himself if you did. Put my mind at ease, okay?” Your eyes roll but you nod with a small smile. You don’t argue with his point in the slightest. 

So, that was how you ended up here, in a seat by Hesh’s hospital bed—your hand in his and your head nodding back and forth with fatigue. Elias and Logan are casually playing a game of chess from across the room when David’s eyes flutter; his mouth releasing a low groan.

Your lids snap back, spine straightening, but before you can get a word out, your husband is pulling his hand from yours. His green eyes are loopy, pupils blown wide. 

He mutters something under his breath, lips grimacing and face pulling in at the sight of you. 

“Hesh?” The two men stand as you check his vitals, heart hammering until there’s nothing out of the ordinary and you can sit back down with a sigh and a relieved smile. “Take it easy, alright? You got out of surgery a little while ago—everyone’s here for you—”

“W…Where’s my wife?” His words slur, jaw loose as he rotates it; the unbroken arm with an IV chord stuck in it raises as jerky digits rub at his eyes. You’re left at a loss, blinking slowly in confusion before sharing looks with your in-laws. “No offense, Miss, you’re pretty and all, but…shit, why’s everything spinning?”

A hand covers your mouth, heated embarrassment lighting inside of your veins. 

“Hesh, Sweetheart,” your arm reaches to the brunette, trying to grab his wrist that he weakly moves away. 

“Stay away from me,” he grunts, head limply lulling on its pillow. “Thought I told you to keep it to yourself. My Wife’ll rip,” Hesh’s voice fizzles, a loud yawn peeling his bandaged face back, “you to pieces.” A pause. You hear Logan trying to hide his loud laughter behind his lips. “Did…the doctor send you?”

Your body turns to Elias, face beaming and expression exasperated. 

“Now that he’s awake will you get the other three? It’ll be easier to give the news to all of you at once.”

“Already commed ‘em,” the man states, watching his eldest with a raised brow and a slow smirk. “Least we know he’s a loose cannon on anesthesia.” 

Merrick, Keegan, and Ajax all file in, and as you continue to watch over a loopy Hesh, his small noises and babbling continue even when you give the breakdown of the patient sheet. You stand just shy of brushing the bed’s lower frame. You won’t lie and say it isn’t hilarious.

“He needs to keep out of the field for at least two and a half months, boys, and I’m not joking about that, alright?”

Your husband’s slow voice slashes through your speech, and the rest of the Ghosts snicker, sharing knowing looks as Hesh tries to lift the hand currently wrapped to his chest to keep it still. “You’re a real beautiful lady, Doll, y’know that? I’m sorry you like me so much, but I love my wife, you hear? Please don’t be angry with me.”

“Hesh, Darling,” you walk closer and bend down carefully. He blinked owlishly at you, finger coming up to poke at your cheek. Your hand grabs his as you hear Ajax make a quick remark to Keegan about the man being ‘totally whipped even when he’s high.’ 

“David, hey,” your voice prompts him to smile, perhaps now only realizing the familiarity of it. “I’m going to tell you something, hm?”

“Okay,” he watches, petting your neck with his thumb. 

“I am your wife.” The man’s eyes widen comedically as everyone shares a long laugh with one another. 

“No way,” Hesh breathes after a moment, awe-stricken. “Really?”

“Really.” There’s a moment of silence, and then the heart monitor begins to pick up its pace to a fast pound. Your face goes hot with love, and you bend your head forward in a long and honest laugh into his shoulder. 

Green eyes shift to the men, and Hesh beams, cheeks red and heart racing as he slurs out, “This is my wife?!”

It was safe to say they were never going to let him forget about this.

#cod #cod x reader #cod x you #call of duty #x female reader #call of duty x you #cod ghosts #cod ghosts x reader #call of duty: ghosts #call of duty ghosts #hesh walker x female reader #hesh walker x reader #david hesh walker #hesh walker #david walker #hesh x reader #david hesh walker x reader

[mrshesh]

hi! do you have any general hcs for the cod:ghosts boys?

general headcanons - call of duty: ghost's

overview: general headcanons of the call of duty: ghost's boys!

pairing: none!

genre: fluff, pure tomfoolery

a/n: hi anon! i'm thrilled i finally got a request for these boys. i love them so much, it's getting a bit unhealthy. you're truly the best for requesting them! i hope you love it!

x logan walker

He sucks at puzzles. He’s smart and tactical, but puzzles are on another level of difficulty for him. 

He likes doodling a lot. If he has a pen and a surface to draw on, he will sketch a small smiley or a caterpillar. It has become such a habit that he doesn’t even think about it when he does it. It got so bad that once, Keegan called him out on it mid-doodle, leaving Logan embarrassed for a week. 

He loves the ocean, but beaches annoy him. He hates sand. (I firmly believe his hate for them is from Hesh throwing sand in his face as children.)

He has a picture of him and Hesh as kids in his wallet. He feels calmer when he looks at it, getting into the habit of peeking at it when stressed. 

He’s an avid Deftones enjoyer. He loves Beware and Diamond Eyes. 

He likes caramel-scented things, but he doesn’t like the taste of it. 

He has some insane dirt on Elias, and, of course, Hesh knows all of it. 

For some odd reason, he’s phenomenal at parallel parking. 

x david "hesh" walker

He loves movies. He can watch any genre! Horror? Great! Action? Love. Romance? Cute! Comedy? Perfect! He loves it all. Shows, however? Nope. 

He takes pride in his nails being clipped and filed at all times. He was a nailbiter in his teens, so he cares about his nails more than he should today. 

He can’t cook to save his life. 

Eminem is his go-to artist. He loves and respects many artists, but Eminem will always be at the top of his list. He loves Stan. 

He’s respectful in general.

He’s extremely secure and confident, yet he’s still pretty nervous when he talks to girls. 

He loves long car rides. Driving around in his car while listening to his favorite songs brings out a unique joy in him. 

He, unlike Logan, loves beaches! (He wasn’t the one who got sand thrown on him, so he’s thriving.) 

He hates coriander. 

x elias "scarecrow" walker

Unlike his son, Elias is great at puzzles! He’s disappointed Logan didn’t inherit that quality. He mourns it every day. 

He loves pickles. (Same.)

He manipulated himself into liking beer many years ago. 

People call him DILF all the time. It has happened too many times to count. He finds it funny, while Hesh and Logan are horrified every time. 

He doesn’t know how to put on chapstick. He puts it between his lips and swipes it back and forth, not on his lips. 

He got so much action when he was a teenager/young adult. He tells Logan and Hesh to “live a little” so they can experience that life, too. 

He doesn’t listen to music often, but when he does, he listens to either Korn or Chris Isaak. 

He adores Riley, sometimes stealing him from Hesh without warning. 

x keegan russ

He secretly enjoys ASMR. It helps him unwind and de-stress, but not sleep, surprisingly.

He’s excellent at the game Mafia. 

He has made way too many people giggle excitedly because of his voice. He finds it amusing but disturbing at the same time. He knows it’s attractive, but that many people? He has even made Elias giggle like a schoolgirl because of his vocal folds. 

Keegan strikes me as a Slipknot fan. He finds Killpop and Vermillion to be sexy. 

He loves grocery shopping. 

He talks to himself a lot. He’s antisocial and quiet around others, but when Keegan’s alone, he keeps having full-on conversations with himself. Merrick caught him doing it once - he never brought it up again. 

He enjoys lasagna a bit too much. 

He had a motorcycle phase as a young adult. It got so bad he learned how to do a wheelie on them, but his love for them has died down in the many years he’s been alive. 

He thinks wine is gross. 

x thomas merrick

He cannot stand bananas. Everything about them makes him gag. 

He gets such a rise out of being a bitch. He’s already annoying by default but strives to be even more insufferable for the fuck of it.

He, Alex, and Keegan smoke while being sentimental together at least once a month. (It’s always with Keegan and Alex - Elias, David, and Logan get left out.) 

He listens to underground metal like Sold Soul, and he thinks it makes him superior to everyone else. (And he gatekeeps it.)

He’s immune to pretty much all physical pain except for waxing. It’s enough to make him cry. 

He loved trains as a child.

His comfort song is Toxicity by System Of A Down. 

His appetite is insane. This man can eat a horse and still be hungry by the end of it. 

His calves are huge for some reason. 

#call of duty ghosts #keegan russ #logan walker #keegan p russ #cod ghosts #modern warfare #david walker #david hesh walker #hesh walker #elias walker #thomas merrick #riley cod #alex ajax johnson #keegan russ x reader #david hesh walker x reader #hesh x reader #logan walker x reader #thomas merrick x reader #elias walker x reader #alex ajax johnson x reader #call of duty #ghost mw2 #modern warfare 2 #call of duty mw2 #cod x reader #cod fanfic

[ghouljams]

Spare Warmth Rating: G tags: Hesh x reader, established relationship, snowed in(sort of), Hesh being handy, domestic fluff Summary: You and Hesh take a trip up north to enjoy the ice and snow, everything is perfect. Except that your rental is a little... colder than you expected.

There's a little cabin in a wide dense forest, just butting against a lake. Snow covers the roof and sticks to the needles of the ever green trees that surround it. It's cozy, but old and a little run down. Still, it's beautiful, picturesque in a way you only see in paintings. When you got here yesterday you couldn't believe your eyes, couldn't fathom that somewhere like this existed outside of your imagination. The frozen lake sparkled in the blinding sunlight, and your breath puffed excitedly in front of you. Hesh had pulled your knit cap further down over your ears and tugged you inside to get the place warmed up.

It's funny, he grew up in California, moved to Texas after his military career, he's never really known the cold. So why he wanted to go north and see the snow for Christmas was beyond you. If anything the man should be avoiding the cold at all costs, but it's sort of sweet. Just the two of you, playing house.

You wake up to thick, heavy, arms holding you close and Hesh snuggled against your back. The little cabin you rented is just on the wrong side of chilly, and your nose is cold where it sticks out over the quilts. You wiggle back down under the blankets, back against Hesh who only hums and hugs you tighter. You tug the blanket up over your ears and enjoy the trapped heat of your bodies. Until Hesh pulls away to scratch his nose and a rush of cold hits you. You shiver and curl a little closer in on yourself.

"Fuck it's cold," Hesh grumbles, turning to grab his phone and check the temperature outside. You're honestly more worried about the temperature inside, but you suppose one informs the other. Hesh lets out a low whistle and turns back to you so you can get a look at the screen. Minus 15(-26 C). Ouch.

Hesh tosses the quilts aside as he gets up and you yelp at the frigid air. He laughs and tucks you back in nice and snug, kissing your forehead with a gentle apology. "Gonna check that the heat's on, be right back." He tells you.

"Take a jacket," You mumble from under the blankets. He kisses you again, properly this time, when you tip your head back and pucker your lips. His skin is already starting to get cold. "And hurry back," You smile when he pulls away.

"Always." He promises.

You sneak your phone under the covers as he leaves the room, your warm fingers scrolling over the cold screen. You stretch your legs out into the cold part of the sheets and then pull them back to the warmth. You can hear Hesh fussing about in the little living area at the front of the cabin, muttering to himself in the silence before you hear the click of the front door.

The front door? You sit up in bed, almost immediately shiver against the cold of the room. Fucking hell it's freezing in here. You tug the quilts around your shoulders, wrap yourself up in the warmth as best you can. The snow outside the window seems impossibly deep and cold, not the sort of weather your man should be going out in.

You fish around over the side of the bed for a pair of socks and carefully slip out with your blanket cape. You pad into the living area and see Hesh tramping around past one of the big windows. He's got his coat and hat, warming his fingers against his mouth as he kicks snow by the cabin wall. You settle on the couch to wait, and grab an extra flannel blanket just for the trouble of getting out of bed.

There's a lot of banging going on outside, and at one point Hesh disappears, only to reappear looking significantly dirtier. His hands have black on them when he makes his way back inside. He spots you on the couch and grabs his leather gloves off the kitchen table, a little sheepishly.

"Furnace is out of oil," He tugs his gloves on, flexes his fingers, "I'm gonna grab some wood for a fire, then head to the gas station."

"You want me to put a kettle on?" You offer. He gives you a grateful glance.

"Coffee, you know how I take it."

You nod and hop off the couch to start your kitchen prep. You might as well make something warm while you're up. No sense in being cold and hungry when you can help it. You tap an egg against the cast iron pan you'd found, grateful the furnace didn't seem to impact the gas stove. It takes maybe 15 minutes for you to get a decent breakfast together, and Hesh still isn't back yet. You frown, glancing out the window, and decide to brave the cold(just a little) to find him.

You tug on your boots and shuffle out the door. The snow crunches wonderfully under your feet, and you follow Hesh's footprints around the house, careful to keep your blanket from dragging in the snow. It's definitely worse out here than inside, but not by much. You hear the thunk of an ax as you turn the corner to the back of the house. Hesh looks up from the thick stump his ax is lodged in and a smile splits his face.

"Look'it you," He laughs, grabbing the split wood on either side of his ax. "Here, make yourself useful baby," He holds the wood out to you and you hurry forward to grab it, picking up the bucket he offers you as well. It looks like plenty for a fire, it's certainly heavy enough. Hesh tugs the ax free and follows after you back to the front door. You wonder where he found that thing.

"There's breakfast," You let him know, shaking off some of the snow clinging to your boots as you walk up onto the little porch, "eat while I get the fire started." Hesh shakes his head but beelines for the kitchen as you haul the wood over to the little wood stove in the corner of the living room.

It's easy busy work feeding wood and kindling into the little iron mouth of the stove, striking a match and making sure the flame catches before stuffing your starter in with the rest of the mess. Fires are easy, you're good with fire. You still sit in front of the open door to make sure that the fire actually catches on the wood Hesh broke up before closing the stove up. Amazing how quickly that little thing can heat up the room.

You glance over your shoulder to find Hesh watching you. His eyes sparkle over the rim of his coffee mug, absolutely smitten with you. Another man might complain about the heat going out, or being forced to fix it on his vacation, but not him. It's nothing worse than he's dealt with in the military, and you're here.

He sets his mug down on the table and comes over to kiss you. You tip your head back, not bothering to get up off the floor as he leans down to meet your eager lips. He's wonderfully warm from the coffee, and you can taste its bitterness when his tongue slides against yours. You can weather any storm as long as Hesh is here with you. What's a busted furnace up against the two of you?

You still call the rental people when Hesh leaves, you doubt one canister of gas is enough for the furnace and you'd rather not go the rest of the week without heat. You might not notice the cold when you're wrapped up in your partner's arms, but you certainly notice it when he leaves. You can't spend all week being held, or- no, no you should get the heat on. Then you can just... turn it off as needed.

#cod x reader #x reader #david hesh walker x reader #david walker x reader #david walker cod #david hesh walker #hesh cod #hesh ghosts #hesh walker #cod hesh #hesh x reader #technically this is #cowboy!hesh #but he's off the farm rn #big man is warm and strong

[forsworned]

Hesh is such a soft dom, like he just wants to please you and have you writhing under him while he kisses your neck, so he can hear you moan his name. He literally loves intertwining your fingers together when he's fucking you missionary and he never ever finishes before you unless you're absolutely begging him to. Like you have to legit, plead with this man and lowkey he gets off on it but it's also the gentleman in him that deters him a bit. Eventually though he will, but mans cums soooo much because he is so damn fertile. His sperm count its literally over 200 million and that is a hill I will die on because he is a health freak!!! And by the end of it he's absolutely exhausted but he doesn't care because he is a soldier and if there's anything that he does it's getting the damn job done. AND BABY HE GETS IT DONEEE Because if you're not screaming out his name as your clawing your nails into his back he don wannnn ittttt and his aftercare fuuuuck it's so so so sweet, like he is barely able to keep his eyes open but he's helping you clean up, wiping up all the cum off your body before he takes care of himself and then he's making sure you feel good, calling you the love of his life and telling you how beautiful you are and is damn near crying about how lucky he is to have you, sleepy, eepy kisses all over your face as he wraps you in his arms and snuggles his face into the crook of your neck and then mans is konked tf out

#thank you for coming to my ted talk #idk whats wrong with me currently #i just love hesh #he is so #mwah mwah #i wanna kiss him #hes such hubby material #no one can tell me otherwise tbh #call of duty #hesh walker #hesh cod #david hesh walker #hesh walker x reader #cod ghosts #cod #cod imagines #call of duty imagines #cod smut #hesh walker smut #hesh smut #david hesh walker x reader #call of duty ghosts #call of duty x reader #call of duty drabbles #writers #writblr #call of duty headcanons

[macravishedbymactavish]

| Blog HQ | 18+ MDNI | No use of "Y/N" | Taglist Open |

O N E S H O T S

G H O S T S

Near & Far // Unnamed Ghost x GN!Reader

L O G A N W A L K E R

Always Attract // Logan x F!Reader

D A V I D "H E S H" W A L K E R

I Don't Care if You're Contagious // Hesh x GN!Reader

In Sickness & In Health // Dad!Hesh x Mom!Reader

Checkmate // Hesh x GN!Reader

K E E G A N R U S S

Social Butterfly | Antisocial Moth // Keegan x GN!Reader

H E A D C A N O N S

3 pros & 3 cons of dating

Merrick

Hesh & Logan

Writing the characters personalities

Keegan

Merrick

Rorke

Logan

Miscellaneous Headcanons

Hugging

Ajax SFW

S E R I E S

Come Around // Logan Walker x F!Reader

| Coming Soon | Ongoing | Completed |

The Chronicles of Life & Death (Drabbles) // Various Ghosts x GN!Reader

| Coming Soon | Ongoing | Completed |

The Home Chronicles // David "Hesh" Walker x GN!Reader

| Coming Soon | Ongoing | Completed |

We're Lost & Found // Keegan Russ x F!Reader

| Coming Soon | Ongoing | Completed |

San Diego // David "Hesh" Walker x Reader

| Coming Soon | Ongoing | Completed |

#call of duty ghosts #logan walker #david hesh walker #cod ghosts #cod ghosts fanfiction #cod ghosts x reader #logan walker x reader #cod logan #cod hesh #cod keegan #keegan russ x reader #keegan russ #david hesh walker imagine #david hesh walker x reader #call of duty ghosts masterlist

[saturncodedstarlette]

Y/N : You. . . Have a nice face.

Hesh : Thank you.

Y/N : I mean. . A nice face. You have a nice face.

Hesh : ……Thanks?

Y/N : Oh my gosh. Please accept my awkward attempts of flirting or I don’t know what I am doing.

#Cod #Call Of Duty #cod mw2 incorrect quotes #Cod Ghosts #Call of duty Ghosts #Call Of Duty : Ghosts #Original : Tumblr #Original : Unknown #Cod Hesh #David Hesh Walker #Cod Hesh x male reader #Cod Hesh x fem reader #Cod Hesh x gn reader #David Hesh Walker x you #David Hesh Walker x reader #David Hesh Walker x oc #🍀 | Knew you were special from the moment I saw you

[pear1escence]

The lack of hesh fics is appalling, disgusting, heartbreaking. Every time I check that tag for crumbs I sink deeper into depression🙏🙏🙏 UGH he needs Keegan’s hype😔 Idk I lowkey wanna write for him but the only reason I even feel good abt writing for Keegs is cuz I think of him so much, writing for hesh would just feel intrusive LMAOO

#sending so much love to the hesh writers #cuz shit I haven’t read much of him but the few fics he has are so fire😫 #david hesh walker #david hesh walker x reader #hesh walker

[v1rus-l0v3s-c0d]

Idea

Pastel goth!reader

All pictures are from pinterest

Lucky sent me this btw

#john soap mactavish x reader #cod x reader #simon 'ghost' riley x reader #captain john price x reader #könig x reader #gary roach sanderson x reader #horangi x reader #call of duty x reader #keegan p russ x reader #logan walker x reader #david hesh walker x reader #cod ghosts x reader #alejandro vargas x reader #rodolfo rudy parra x reader #valeria garza x reader #fender takacs x reader #yall can use this for any other Fandom #supporting a friend

[halcyone-of-the-sea]

5k is so deserved! I constantly go back and reread your works and am always looking forward to what’s next ❤️❤️❤️

I’ve been having thoughts about a Hesh x femreader reunion request thats similar to your latest Keegan piece. Except reader was childhood friends with the Walker boys, but despite there being feelings between Hesh and reader they’re scared of confessing because of their friendship. they get separated when Odin happens, and both join the military and reunite during a joint Op with the Ghosts and readers team, and even after 10 years their feelings resurface and finally get together.

Can’t wait to see what you’ll write for all the requests!!

—To The Boy of My Childhood

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╰┈➤ ❝ [Ten years came and went fast, but the memory of the Walker boys stayed. One more than the other. You never got to tell him you loved him.] ❞

You remembered his kindness, above all. His big, pure, heart. Hesh wasn’t just someone you grew to know and then threw out like a pair of old socks, no, he was too good for that—a mix of playful boyishness and the makes of a fine man. You wished you could have told him how much he meant to you before it all just fell apart. 

Growing up near the Walker boys was a treat and a curse, not for yourselves, but for the adults—no one got in the way of you three. Late nights in the backyard, laughter keeping everyone up into the small hours. The fights and the near-instantaneous make-ups. 

The older years of deep-rooted attraction to the green-eyed boy of your youth.

David Hesh Walker had been everything you had ever wanted, and even when the ground shook and the word split, you still couldn’t tell him how you felt. But fate had plans for the two of you—it was only a matter of time. 

Ten years, to be exact.

You jump down from the helo, your knees taking the brunt of the weight from your gear as your team follows. Fort Santa Monica was a bustling stronghold right on the door of Federation occupation—enemies stalking like animals beyond the wall for a glimpse of weakness. The men and women here were anything but.

“On me!” You call out behind you, and the resounding rush of booted feet follows as you all move out along the helicopter pad swiftly. The unit you were assigned was given a simple task—assist the commanding Captain here and his men with wall defense to reduce the amount of casualties. 

Over the ten years of war, you’d honed yourself into something akin to a walking weapon. Found deliriously surviving in the remnants of the USA, your rage and anger gave you the skills you needed to still be alive when the soldiers found you; brought you back to civilization. It hadn’t taken much for you to sign up after that, thinking Hesh and his brother were dead. 

Hesh. God, you had loved him so much that the feeling hadn’t dimmed in the slightest even now. Being so close to home once more made you feel…strange. 

“Lieutenant!” One of the soldiers comes up to greet you all, shouting above the whir of blades—he was an older man with a shaved head and a large beard. “Welcome to Santa Monica!”

“Good to be here!” You call, a rifle hanging heavy on your chest. “Where do you need us, Sir?”

“Fall in, I’m bringin’ you to Scarecrow!” So you follow, leaving the sandy beach of the port and heading into the dense streets. There were civilians in this Fort, you knew, just beyond the checkpoint of fences. You have to wonder how they felt about this—trapped in a rat cage with the water and the war clamping to them tightly. 

“Heard your unit was well-known.” You’d learned the man’s name was Thomas Merrick—a Captain here. You blink at him, head tilting. “Scarecrow was eager to get you here, can’t say why.” 

“I was told you needed support at the wall, Captain,” you explain, brows furrowing. “Were my superiors mistaken?”

Merrick's brown eyes stare at you as you walk beside him, your men all speaking to one another from behind. 

“No,” is all you’re told. 

This ‘Scarecrow’ was known as only that, and your lips thin at the comment leveled at you. Strange. 

Your other men are shown their barracks, and you send them off to get rid of their packs and belongings while you continue on with Merrick to the control room—eager to meet this Captain and get real answers. 

When you get there, the second you push open the door and Merrick takes his leave, you’re greeted by one of the old faces that you could recognize anywhere. 

You freeze just three feet into the room, locking eyes with this mythical ‘Scarecrow’ but it wasn’t some great war strategist, at least, not as you know him.

“Mr. Walker?” You pause, blinking in confusion. Elias Walker—Hesh and Logan’s dad. Your heart constricts in your chest. 

He looks at you, a small smile on his stern face as his arms crossed, nodding his head. 

“Thought I recognized that name in my request for transfers.” 

“Holy shit,” you breathe, a grin breaking out over your face for the first time in ages. Part of you wanted to race and hug him—bathe in the comfort that his rare soft looks would bring you when you were younger…but you weren’t that kid anymore. Being alive was enough, and with the things you’d seen, it meant far more than anything else. Elias seemed to share that sentiment, as he walked over and put a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it. 

“How did…how are…” Your head shakes quickly, memories flooding back along with the pain. But there, in your chest, a flicker of hope—something more blooming back to life. “Logan?” Your voice is tiny, pleading as you pause, gazing into Elias’s eyes. “...Hesh?”

“I already called ‘em back in. They’ll be here soon.” He gives you a proud nod. “I’m glad you’re still here, Sweetheart.” 

You laugh, smile wobbling. 

Alive. Hesh was alive. 

Every wall you’d built falls the second boyish laughter echoes out from the halls. You turn, hearing feet move down the floor, closer and closer as your body stills like a statue. 

Alive. 

When a shoulder pushes open the door, you stop breathing as a far older David enters the room, Logan, as always, not far behind. 

He’s mature now, with a beanie over his short brown hair and the presence of a grown man holding down responsibilities—he was smirking back and his brother, saying in a voice that haunts your dreams, “Think we should tell him what Riley found today, Logan?” 

The younger brother stops short, locks eyes with you, and his body goes as tight as a fishing line. 

Hesh’s brows furrow. “Logan?” He turns to you and those green eyes go confused for a moment, lips going thin. It’s a flash of recognition that re-ignites them—a flicker of something long past before they snap wide with fierce realization.

Blinking quickly, the man watches you, hands at his sides jerking forward by a millimeter as if to grab for you at even a single glance. No one speaks for a long, long time, and maybe you don’t want them to. Hesh and you are locked in a look of pure pain and elation—a dance of life and death. 

There aren’t any words for it beyond the sudden mad scramble for the other’s hold. 

You collide in a sharp breath and a hand to the back of your head—keeping you to him as you both grasp for purchase; for a glimpse of your childhood back.

“Jesus Christ,” Hesh breathes, anchoring you to him as his chest sputters. “Oh my fucking God.”

“Hesh,” you whimper through a sobbing laugh. “You son of a bitch, I should throttle you.”

He scoffs wetly into your ear, hands quivering and voice cracking. 

“Me? If I remember, Doll, you were the one to take that tumble down the hill—I…I tried to find you, y’know that? I swear, I didn’t want to leave but I—”

You pull back and slam your lips to his. 

It was far better than an ‘I love you’ when he melted and grappled you closer.

#cod #cod x reader #cod x you #call of duty #x female reader #call of duty x you #cod ghosts #cod ghosts x reader #call of duty: ghosts #call of duty ghosts #hesh walker x female reader #hesh walker x reader #david hesh walker #hesh walker #david walker #hesh x reader #david hesh walker x reader #cod x female reader #x fem!reader #female reader

[mrshesh]

"a...worm?" - call of duty: ghosts x reader

overview: cod:ghosts men reacting to you asking if they'd still love you if you were a worm

pairing: call of duty: ghosts men x gender neutral reader, romantic

genre: fluff

a/n: this was requested by @simpforhotmaskedmen! thank you for requesting this, babe! and thank you for wanting me to include kick - i love that man a bit too much. i had a blast writing this. i will always love these worm requests.

x keegan russ

His eyes widen immediately. He isn’t confused - he’s merely amused at your ability to keep thinking of stupid scenarios. 

He secretly finds it adorable. It just adds to your charm. 

“Babe… what?” 

“Would you still love me if I was a worm? It’s an easy question.” 

“I mean, yeah.” He quickly says. He doesn’t put much thought into your fantasy life as a worm. All he knows is that he loves you regardless of what you are. 

He would have a hard time in the beginning. He would find it freaky that you, his partner, are in a worm’s body. 

But eventually, he’d adjust. He would keep you in his pocket, checking up on you constantly. “Are you hungry?” “Do you need anything?” “Are you hurt?” are only some of the questions he’d ask you daily. Would he receive an answer? No. Would he keep asking them? Absolutely. 

“You need medication, babe.” 

x kick

Kick’s initial reaction is just: “What? 😀”

“How do you even come up with these questions?” He would mostly just be confused. 

“Would you, though?” “Yes, of course.” 

Despite his bewilderment, he would realistically take superb care of you. 

He would let you slither in his hands like a snake constantly. He would want to keep his eye on you to ensure your safety, but he would encourage you to be independent. 

He would teach you how to survive individually in life-or-death situations - to further ensure your health. (He would research worm’s way of life for you 🙁💗.)

He would even go as far as to keep a leaf with him at all times in case you got hungry. 

“How would I kiss you?” “On the tip of the body?” “I wouldn’t know if that’s your face or ass, though.” 

x logan walker

A blank stare is all you get initially. Logan soon gives you a small smile, though. He thinks your question is cute as hell.

“Yes.” He’s as blunt and honest as always. He would love you a lot, even if you were a worm. 

However, he would not know what to do.

He would not know how to take care of you. Sure, he’s smart, but he’s not a worm expert. 

He would find himself locking you in his room before his missions, only to return to the room with leaves and dirt in hand because he would forget that you need to eat while he’s gone. 

His knowledge would eventually evolve enough for him to keep you in a big dirt-filled container. 

Logan has always been a quiet man. He doesn’t talk unless he needs to. But if you turned into a worm, he would go out of his way more often to remind you that he loves you. 

I can see him petting you gently before he goes to sleep. ☹️

x david "hesh" walker

David has no shame in laughing at your question. A worm? Seriously? 

He, like Keegan, would not give your question much thought. He just instantly knows that he would love you regardless. 

“Yeah, babe! Of course, I would.” He chuckles. You never fail to amuse him.

He would be a little confused, but he’d have the spirit! 

He would let you be outside during the day and bring you inside when it's time to sleep. 

When you aren’t outside doing… worm things, he would keep you on his shoulder. And, my God, he wouldn’t shut up. David would talk to you as if you were a human to make you feel included and seen, in a way. (And because he loves talking to you.)

He would even stay with you outside to keep you company if you’d like! He would sit on the grass next to you, talking to you about anything and everything while you dug yourself into the dirt. 

“Is it legal to get married to worms, or?” 

x elias "scarecrow" walker

He immediately bursts out laughing. He loves how comfortable you are with him, to the point where you can ask him things like this. 

“Yes, hun.” He snorts. “I would still adore you.” 

Elias, unlike everyone else, would think about your life as a worm on a high-detail level. He would consider different possibilities and roadblocks along the way of your worm life. “It would be difficult, but that has never stopped me.” 

He would be a great caretaker! 

He would get a bit frustrated that you can’t verbally communicate, so he would teach you a made-up language between you. The language would consist of different physical moves you can do as a worm, and he would just use his words. (Yeah, he gets the easy part. 🙄)

Elias would keep you fed, clean, healthy, happy, and well-rested - he is a father of two very talented boys, after all! He knows how to take care of people (and worms).

“But, I’d prefer it if you stay like this, honey.” 

x thomas merrick

“No.” “Really?” “...No.” 

Thomas is a bitch. We all know this. But he has a soft spot for you - something he doesn’t have for anyone else. He will always love you, no matter what, but he will never admit that. 

He wouldn’t be horrible at caring for you, but he certainly wouldn’t be good. 

He would protect you with his life, though. 

If you even receive as little as a dirty look from someone, he’s knocking their teeth out. 

He would mostly keep you in his pocket. That way, Thomas can keep an eye on you. 

He, like Keegan, would check up on you regularly because if you’re a worm, you need him to survive (or that’s what he thinks).

“Are you hungry?” He would ask, only to scoff to himself. “Who am I kidding? Of course, you are. But since you’re a fuckin’ worm, you can’t tell me, can you?” He would seem annoyed, but the truth is, he wouldn’t be. 

But obviously, he does not want you to turn into a worm. 

“For the love of God, get a hobby.”

#call of duty ghosts #keegan russ #logan walker #keegan p russ #cod ghosts #modern warfare #david walker #david hesh walker #hesh walker #elias walker #thomas merrick #call of duty #call of duty x reader #keegan russ x reader #david hesh walker x reader #hesh x reader #logan walker x reader #thomas merrick x reader #elias walker x reader #kick #kick call of duty #kick x reader #kick ghosts #kick ghosts x reader #kick call of duty ghosts x reader #kick call of duty x reader #call of duty: ghosts #call of duty ghosts x reader

[bloodyquillink-blog]

Hey hello! My name’s bloodyquillink, but here, you can call me Quill I guess?

Couple things about me for curious people:

I’m autistic and adhd

I write poetry, stories, drabbles and whatnot occasionally

I write poetry in response to some fanfics I’ve read here on tumblr sometimes, I’ll link them below if you’d like to read

I really like music, cooking and art (you can find me on insta @ alyssa.the.ghost if you wanna see some stuff)

There’s not much more, I’m pretty basic

Here’s characters I’m open to writing for, whether drabbles, HC’s or stories (Second person POV’s):

Sleep Token and its members as *characters*

David “Hesh” Walker from CoD: Ghosts

Logan Walker from CoD: Ghosts

Keegan P. Russ from CoD: Ghosts

Kick from CoD: Ghosts

Elias “Scarecrow” Walker from CoD: Ghosts

Thomas A. Merrick from CoD: Ghosts

Alex V. “Ajax” Johnson from CoD: Ghosts

Any of these characters with x reader and/or poly relationships work if you’re interested. Also, you can find some story things I’ve written and read on Ao3 @ RiversSong82, especially if you like Logan Walker x Reader!

Feel free to leave me a message in the ask box on my profile but please don’t spam message me. Including media is okay if it helps get your idea across. I won’t write smut fics but smut HC’s are fine, HOWEVER, I don’t have a lot of experience with smut so I can’t guarantee anything(suggestive ideas are all good)! I do not write for child readers, must be 20 years minimum.

Thank you for reading this and enjoy my blog!

Masterlist:

*If “here” if not written next to the name of a character, I haven’t written anything for them yet!*

Sleep Token here

Call of Duty: Ghosts here

Logan Walker here

David “Hesh” Walker here

Keegan P. Russ

Kick here

Alex “Ajax” Johnson

Elias “Scarecrow” Walker

Thomas A. Merrick

Fanfiction Poems here

#sleep token fanfiction #sleep token fanfic #sleep token #sleep token x reader #david hesh walker x reader #logan walker x reader #keegan p russ x reader #elias scarecrow walker #thomas a merrick #alex ajax johnson #call of duty kick #call of duty ghosts kick #david hesh walker #logan walker #elias scarecrow walker x reader #thomas a merrick x reader #alex ajax johnson x reader #kick x reader

[ghouljams]

you know who would never yell at me over stupid shit? who would be mad at me for not knowing what to do during sex? who would never make me cry on my birthday? who would wrap me up in a blanket and hold me when I do cry because my birthday always makes me cry? David Hesh fucking Walker (yes, I did bawl my eyes out today at the thought of my birthday coming up and no, this week has not been good in any imaginable way)

I always have a hard time around my birthday too anon, it gets easier every year but there are still a lot of feelings around it. Youre right though! Hesh would never yell at you!!! He is a good man.

Hesh shushes you gently almost as quickly as tears start rolling down your face.

"I'm sorry," you laugh, trying to play it off as you quickly wipe at your cheeks, "I don't know what-" another laugh, you don't know how to explain the well of emotions roiling inside of you.

"No, no, baby," Hesh gentles, "it's alright, you don't gotta apologize for anythin'." You nod and press your hands against your eyes, trying to hide the pain that his soothing hits you with. His big hand rests on your thigh, his thumb brushing the skin with soft strokes. You try to focus on that instead of the tears bubbling up in your chest. "This is about you, alright? You wanna stop, we can stop."

You nod again after a moment of thought, and Hesh grabs a pillow from behind you. He sits back and settles it on his lap, covering his hard cock before he reaches for you again.

"Come'ere, I won't do anything I promise, just wanna hold ya'."

Even so he lets out a breath when you take his hand, let him pull you up off the bed and into his lap. He wraps his arms around you and kisses your forehead, he's warm and his heart is beating so fast when you lay your head against his bare chest. You feel so stupid, he planned this lovely night for you and you've ruined it.

"I'm sorry," you tell him again, sniffling to keep some of the snot in your nose.

"Baby if you keep apologizin' like that someone might think this was your fault, and it isn't." Hesh rubs his hand up and down your arm, you can almost trace the swirl of his callouses like this. "Tell me what's wrong, I'll fix it for next time," he kisses your head again, "if you want a next time, doesn't have to be a next time if you can't-"

"No!" You rush to cut him off, to look him in the eye, he looks at you in surprise and you try to quiet down again, "No, I want there to be a next time," you press, "I wanted there to be a this time, I just-" you swallow, resting your head against him again, "I've never done this before." You wince.

Hesh nods like he understands. You're hard pressed to believe he does. You don't know exactly how old Hesh Walker is, "Old enough" he'd told you when you asked, his eyes were so tired and his smile so kind you didn't feel right pushing. Old enough. Old enough to want someone who knows what they're doing in the bedroom, you think.

"If you don't want to..." You start, pressing your hand against his chest. You scratch your fingers through the dark hair there. He tips your head with gentle pressure, moves you to look in your eyes.

"Of course I want to," he says earnestly, his eyes are so soft, so openly affectionate that it makes fresh tears well in your eyes, "Why wouldn't I want to?"

You shrug. It sounds stupid when you try to say it out loud. "I'm ruining this," You mumble. Hesh cups your cheek, rubs his thumb against the tears streaking down it. He doesn't look upset, not even a little. If anything he looks sympathetic.

"You couldn't ruin this if you tried," he tells you, "you're the most amazing-" he cuts himself off with a sigh, "I just wanna make you feel good, I don't mind going slow."

"Are you sure?"

"Course," he smiles, kisses you quick and bumps his forehead against yours, "we can start with somethin' easy, somethin' you've done yourself, yeah?" You nod and he kisses you again. His hand leaves your cheek, and you jump a little when it slips between your legs. Surprised, but not upset. You glance down at his fingers stilled against your skin. "This ok?"

"Yeah, yes," you breathe, feeling him grind his palm against you, his fingers stroking and teasing as they drag over you. You shudder when he rubs a little more firmly, a soft whine falling unbidden from your lips.

His hand between your legs is warm, unfamiliar in the best way. You didn't know someone else's hand would feel so different from your own, so good when it rubs against you. You spread your legs for him as best you can in his lap, grip his shoulders tight and watch the way his fingers move against you. You try not to jerk your hips with the pleasure the jolts through you as he strokes you, gentle but firm.

"Tha's good baby," he murmurs, "just focus on the feelin'." You nod, tip your head to find him watching you. Hesh is watching your face, absorbing every slight twitch, the part of you lips and huff of your breath. He looks like a man who's seen God, reverent. You hold his gaze, you want him to see you, want him to know how you're feeling. How he's making you feel.

"That feel good?" He asks, when you open your mouth to respond all you can manage is a half breathed swear, tightening your grip as your hips cant into his touch, "Good. Just keep your eyes on me, I got you."

He does, you know he does. You've never met a man that made you feel as safe as Hesh Walker. Never met a man so gentle with you, a man that murmurs quiet praise to you as his finger stroke faster, rubbing just where you're sensitive, until you're practically drooling for him. Your hips move to follow the drag of his fingers, bucking against them as you hold onto Hesh. His eyes never leave you, except when he leans close to kiss you.

You pant against his lips, moan for him, let him work the tight heat gathering in your stomach until you can't take anymore. He holds you tighter when you fall apart, whispers soft praise while you shake on his lap and strokes you until you whine at the sensitivity. He shakes his head when you reach to return the favor.

"I told you, tonight's about you," he grips your hand, brings it to his lips to kiss, "don't worry about anything but feeling good. Lemme take care of you, ok?"

"Ok," you smile, pulling him in to kiss again. You're going to marry this man, you can feel it. Why would you ever want anyone else when you can have Hesh?

#cod x reader #x reader #david walker x reader #david hesh walker x reader #david hesh walker #david walker cod #hesh ghosts #hesh x reader #hesh cod #hesh walker #cod hesh #gn!reader #this is just fluff #with a little smut at the end #i love Hesh what a good good boy #husband material #cowboy au

[pearldog30]

Red lighting suits You.

I'M BACK BITCHS!!!!! Soo I know I've been gone for a while, I've honestly lost all creativity to write. but I'm forcing myself back! (no I have not lost the love for the fandom, I still love it dearly. I'm just too lazy.) and so you know what! as my own little birthday present to you guys y'all are getting a hesh sumt that was requested by the lovely @alexkellersleg

And also because there's nothing on him y'all are slacking on my boy

David Walker x f reader

18+

Other works 👉 Master list

Warnings| praising, fingering, kissing, sumt.

And there you were.... Laying in front of a mirror as dark red lights were illuminating everything around you. Opening your eyes once again, as you recover from your orgasm that had just left your body a few seconds ago. looking into the mirror in front of you your legs spread, soaking wet pussy on display right for hesh to stare into. as you laid against him trying to catch your own breath, you could feel the beating of his heart against your back, as if he just got done running a marathon but no... Ohhh if only that was the case! But it never was. He was propped up behind you, as you sat in his lap. his arms wrapped perfectly! Around your body. as he quietly whispered into your ear praising how good you look for him, "oh my girl.... My pretty girl" he moaned lightly into your ear, causing you to moan out from yet another praise.

You squeezed your eyes shut, your body beginning to shake in response feeling his hand meeting your puffy, wet clit again. You were only about to be on your fourth orgasm. but you were already so, so over stimulated. Feeling his massive, rough, hand slowly beginning to rub circles into your clit once again. causing you to try to move his hand away, but once again! you were too slow. taking his other arm and wrapping it around you completely, so you couldn't move. you were just forced to sit there and take it. "Come onnnn.... please give me another. I've missed you. oh so, so much." He begged. his hot breath hitting your ear, as he looked up into the mirror watching your body squirm, as you pathetically moaned, the dark red lights of the room hitting the curves of your body perfectly.

You couldn't denied the fact that you didn't miss him either. you did! you missed him like hell. But one thing you did not miss.... was how needy, and greedy he could be at times. And this... Well this was one of those times.

"baby... your sooo fuckin wet for me... Godddd....." He gruffly moaned again. lightly biting your neck, continuing to leave his love marks all over you. You tried to arch your back to get away from him just so you could have a small breathing break. but you couldn't, no matter how badly you wanted too... forcing to feel his throbbing, wet, bare cock against your inner thigh. him continuing to rub ever so lightly, slowly getting faster, just to edge you on and make you beg for it. And yet he has not touched himself once! you could feel his pre-cum dripping down his cock. making a mess on your left inner thigh.

"ba-be..... Pls... I- I can't" you cried out begging for him to give you a break. as you felt the fire sensation slowly creep back up again. "Please give me another one!" He moaned back again. as he took a break from your clit, slowly going down to finger you. stretching you open with just 2 fingers, causing you to moan deeply. him being away for so long he had to prep you in some way, or another. Because well... he loves you, and he wanted to make it easier for you to take all of him at once, from how impatient, and needy he can be. "Fu-ckkk" you cry out, feeling him quickly pull his fingers in and out of your cum soaked hole. Looking down you could feel, and see the veins popping out of his arm. from the quick work he was making.

Yes he may have been behind you, but that didn't stop him from somehow perfectly hitting your g-spot. And damn, did he make sure he hit it! And abuse it "MHMM... AHH" you moaned loudly. as you felt your orgasm coming on again, your head falling back, resting on his shoulders. "Ple-aseeee...." You said through heavy breath. as he unwrapped his arm from around you, to just forcefully grab your tit, and start playing with it. And when he did you felt his cock beginning to twitch against your leg more, practically hitting your worn out pussy. And that seemed to be the thing that push you closer to the edge, the feeling of his warm, hard, desperate cock for you, hitting you. was the thing you craved most. He continuing to finger you until you came undone on his fingers. "I- I'm clo-se.. baby....." You practically cry out. slowly arching your back, but this time without him forcing you against him.

"please.... Ple-ase c-cum fo.. for me... Fuck! " He moaned out through a Sob. just as you're about to cum. he forcefully squeeze your nipple between his fingers, biting down hard on your neck as well. causing you to scream from pain, and pleasure. as you try to jerk your hips upwards into his hand to ride out your orgasm. "FU...CKKKK IM I'M... CUMINNN" you screamed out, as you felt tears fall down your face. Completely being fucked out of your mind, you heard him sucking on his fingers. you turn to see that he was sucking your cum off of his fingers, even though the room was kind of dark you could see the light smiled he give you. "You know... You taste delicious babe" he said with a loud mouth pop of his fingers, before he gave you a goofy smile, Which just made your heart flutter.

"STOPPPP" you said with a blush, as you tried to cover your face with your hand. You tiredly beginning to rest against him, but when you did. you felt his entire stomach was soaked, making you confused. You slowly turn around to see that he had came as well, at this point your heart was melting at the fact that this man was so in love with you, just seeing you in pleasure was enough to make him cum. You saw there was a light blush to his cheeks at how embarrassed he was. But to you it was probably the most adorable sight. "Oh, oh my love..." You said with a smile, as you leaned up and lightly placed your hand on his chin, kissing his lips. tasting your own cum in his mouth, you could feel him moaning into the kiss.

"you know... Red lighting suits You" he says with a chuckle trying to be romantic, but it came out more corny. But you could honestly care less. From how adorable he looked. his messy hair, with a practically fucked out look on his face. (and you didn't even have to fuck him, that's how in love this man is with you.)

And that's going to be the end for this. I know it wasn't that long and I feel awful for it but I'm trying to get back into the groove of things. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did writing for it. because let's be honest! our hesh boy needs some love. As always I hope you all enjoyed this, and I hope you are having a good day/night wherever you are. Reblogs, comments always appreciated 🖤

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[frost-westbrook]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: David "Hesh" Walker/Reader Characters: David "Hesh" Walker Additional Tags: Anal Sex, Hate Sex, gender neutral reader, First reader fic lmao, Light Bondage, horrible attempt at smut Summary:

You are a notorious Federation soldier who gets caught by Hesh and interrogated.

#david hesh walker #call of duty ghosts #david hesh walker x reader

[macravishedbymactavish]

Checkmate (David "Hesh" Walker x GN! Reader)

TW: Traumatized Hesh, mentions of Canon Ghosts ending. Maybe if the mood strikes I'll make this a series. It's been sitting in my drafts forever.

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"I only run when being chased" he replied smoothly, giving you a boyish smirk. Face slowly falling when your expression didn't change. Remaining serious.

"Then who's chasing you?" You asked in a soft tone, watching as the gears behind his eyes started to move. Trying desperately to brush this off with humor, but realizing:

Shit, you have a point.

"Right now, you and the staring" he chuckled dryly. Eyes looking everywhere but at you. The question made him uncomfortable, nervous, vulnerable.

"You play a lot of things off as jokes. Like nothing truly bothers you -- I don't think that's true though. You don't either" you reached forward, grabbing your drink to take a sip. "It's safe here. You can open up"

"If I open up anymore, I'll break my spine" you resisted rolling your eyes at the metaphor. "I'm an open book. Ask me anything" he challenged.

"What happened on the train?" May as well aim for the throat. "Why did you decide on the checkmate plan?" You watched as he clenched his jaw momentarily. Letting a long breath out through his nose, finally looking you in the eye before he spoke. Eyes begging for understanding.

Understanding that he tried. He's trying.

"You know exactly why. Everyone knows why. It's what had to be done. Ask Merrick, he'll agree" The walls were slowly being built back up, he was closing off again.

"What would have happened if you didn't?" This session felt like a chess match. Except he was the only one playing. Planning every move 5 steps before he needed to make it, planning how to retreat, to attack, to divert attention. Right now, he was using his silence as a defense. Waiting for you to continue before confirming his next move.

"David.." You sighed, leaning forward. "This isn't an interrogation, if it was they wouldn't have sent me. Your dad, brother, friends all want you to be okay. That's why I'm here. But I need more information before I can do much".

His eyes pleaded for you to understand he was trying.

Your eyes pleading for him to see you were doing the same.

"It's selfish. If I let him go, he would've kept hunting us. If I let him go, dad would never be avenged. Rorke would have never paid for what he did if I didn't make the call!" He slammed his hands on the table between you two. Expression immediately filling with remorse.

You watched as his face became an open window for the internal debate he was waging. Trying to differentiate what was reality and what wasn't. His mind and surroundings providing different feedback.

"I made the hard call to avenge my family. I know I fucked up and I have to live with that daily. My dad's dead, my brother is gone. I have nobody left." His voice broke as he leaned back, hands shaking as he fell deeper into that rabbit hole.

"Hesh, look at me" you requested, watching as his eyes cast down toward you. Posture still leaned back into his chair. Knowing he was now looking at his friend, not the psych personnel. "You're safe here. You're safe with me".

They're not gone. You saw them yesterday. You desperately wanted to affirm; but you knew that would be overstepping boundaries. Not that accepting your friends case wasn't overstepping. Your neck was on every line, every chopping block, under more risk for scrutiny because of this. Your heart ached day after day working on this; but how do you say no when

A) Resources and personnel are limited

B) Said friends father all but begged you to take this.

"There's a side of him that seems to be reserved for when you're around. He knows you, he trusts you. I'm not sure if I'd trust anyone else with this." Elias explained, sitting across the desk from you. The clinical piece of your mind wondered how much sleep he's gotten since that day. The personal piece knowing next to none, and it's rude to ask.

"You know there's policies, rules and ethics against this." Your heart broke saying the words "I can refer you to a colleague here who'd do fantastic on the case. I'm happy to overlook from an arms length away, but I really shouldn't be the one taking on his case"

"I understand that, but please. If anyone can get him out on the other side. It's going to be you."

How do you say no to that? You've known the Walkers for majority of your adult life. You've grown close to the trio. And if nothing else, Hesh did save your ass. You owe him at least this.

"Thank you" Hesh whispered, reaching his hand out to lay it atop of yours. Holding back a soft sigh, you decided enough was enough for today.

"Anytime. If it's not asking too much, can I give you some homework? Something to occupy your mind while you're cooped up in here" you vaugley gestured to the area around you. An office within a ward. You gave a small smile when he agreed, pulling an old, blank notebook from your bag.

"They won't let you have pens or anything in your room" you cursed yourself for the oversight, making a mental note to speak with the staff later. "When you can though, write out exactly what happened? Even point form. Help give me a full understanding of what happened, why it happened" you explained, handing the book over to him.

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"How'd it go?" Logan jogged up behind you in the hall later that day, hope radiating off him in waves. It crushed him when he was advised against visiting his brother, especially right now.

"Confidentiality, Lo" you teased lightly "but we have a long way to go. We all knew that" you shrugged.

Hopefully this path leads to some resolution, clarity and forgiveness.

"Is the reason I can't go visit him confidential too?" Coming from anyone else - you may have found offense in the statement. A bite of sarcasm and resentment. Not with Logan - his intentions were clear:

He just wanted his brother back.

"Until we fully figure out what's going on in his head, and how to make positive progress we can't let you guys see him. He's still adamant that you're dead." You gave the youngest Walker a sympathetic look; knowing how close the two were before all this. He nodded, as much as he hated it he also understood.

"My arm is healing pretty well. All things considering" he smiled, pushing the sling off his body to show you. "Doc said I should be able to lose this thing in the next week or so"

You fell into easy conversation with Logan, both of you pretending like your hearts weren't chipping bit by bit. Listening to him give you updates on his broken arm, the movie he convinced Keegan to watch the other night. You told him about the latest recipe you tried for supper, and what you were planning for your coworkers birthday.

Anything to avoid what you both really wanted to talk about.

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[2kiran]

same anon here, but id love to have a one-shot of hesh/keegan/reader :0

゛ KEEGAN & HESH ⸝⸝ “uh oh, hesh's been caught.”

★﹐caution.﹑ sub top hesh. switch bottom keegan. top male reader. threesome. sex against a window. praise + degradation kink. name calling (baby, slut, bitch, sweetheart). marking. nipple play. unprotected sex. orgasm delay. fingering. dacryphilia. overstimulation. | word count. 1288 ◞

hesh's tongue ran across the width of the bottom row of his teeth. it was a knock to the door of reality, reminding him that the scene collapsing before — or rather above — him was very much real.

he realizes in this paused moment, he was fucked.

metaphorically and literally.

his feet drill into the ground, his throat dehydrated. his vision had betrayed him, a traitor to himself. he could've looked away, he could've walked, he could've forget. but he didn't. incapable, he was.

your hand melted into the shape of keegan's neck, keeping his body close. your hips met his ass, cock stretching out his insides as an audience gazed upon the scene. he was the only person foolish enough to have glanced up, directly landing on the window. keegan's heavy panting fogging the glass before his flushed face reappears clearly.

keegan leaned back, his body familiar with yours. it could be viewed as instinct; with the uncountable times he has met with your unescapable hold. your cock kissed at his walls, bringing him to a high he wouldn't forget no matter how hard the attempt.

hesh was there to watch, silently. unknowingly, somewhere in between the seconds of being the viewer, his length stirred with interest. the texture of his underwear was becoming coarse, begging to be freed from its confines.

he felt ashamed.

yet he couldn't bring himself to dwell on the emotion, because his feet took him to the building. his mouth has a mind of its own, forming an excuse on the spot when asked. his legs walked a steady pace, similar to your demanding hips that smacked against the back of keegan's.

hesh's face burned with embarrassment. even the cool breeze couldn't lessen the flames on his cheeks, as his hand clenched into a fist just mere moments away from knocking on your apartment door. it was wrong; terribly wrong. he didn't mean for it to land, thankfully soft but you and keegan still heard.

shit.

the breath in his lungs was knocked out. you had a towel wrapped around your waist, seemingly fresh out of a shower. anyone who paid attention more could tell that it was not the case, the scent of sex prominent to his nostrils.

"david?"

fuck, he always loved the sound of your voice.

"uh, hey." what the hell was he doing? this wasn't him.

he cleared his throat. "i'm sorry," he breathed out, huskily, "i didn't mean to s–stare." quit looking at him like that. he felt as if your eyes were piercing his soul, words tumbling recklessly.

your chuckle sent a shiver down his spine, your hand bunching up his shirt as you pulled him in for a kiss. "mmph!" immediately, he shut the door with his hand while you lead him in the room. you could feel the obnoxious warmth of his face, your palms easing his nervousness.

his tongue shyly slid against yours, connecting with each other. he whimpered, helplessly following after you and your lips.

keegan spoke, a hint of teasing within his tone, "aww, look who finally came." he didn't seem like he was doing any better than hesh, his hair disheveled and torso marked with hickeys and sweat. a strange emotion bubbled up in his chest.

was it... jealousy? anger? possessiveness? want?

"you have a lot on your mind."

the mattress was soft, perfect to be dreamt on. "y'know, i always thought highly of you," you mutter, lips pressed against his to prevent him from speaking, "but now?" breaking away, you gasp for breath, "you're just a pervert who doesn't know when to look away. you don't even know how to hide."

"i–i don't know what you're talking about." he stammered, the other man chuckling behind you.

"don't lie to us," keegan chirped, his hand gently taking hold of your hair for his lips to meet yours. his eyes didn't shut, maintaining contact with hesh's.

hesh squirmed in his place, nervous. this sight was foreign, unraveling like a crumbled paper. he was beginning to overthink, prepared to take his leave despite his eager cock that was straining against his pants. a thin trail of saliva hung onto the tip of your tongues, one that hesh wished to break.

"hesh, baby," you call, panting. "y–yeah?" his voice was small, cowering. keegan crawled on the bed towards hesh, hand curling around his thick thigh. keegan leaned closer, whispering, "you sure you want this?"

he nodded in response, yet it wasn't enough for the other ghost. "i need words, baby." hesh whined, as keegan's hand palmed his clothed dick. pressing down against it gently, "i want this. please."

tight.

warm.

and so fucking tight.

hesh's hands wrapped around keegan's hips, grip bruising. inch by inch, keegan sinked down on hesh's sensitive cock. he clenched around the man, calming his breathing in an attempt to relax. why did he have to be so big?

his confident demeanor weakened at the edges, biting down on his lip to muffle his whimpers. "can't take it?" you tease, brushing away a loose strand of hair from his eyes. he shook his head, brows furrowing in concentration. "does he seem any better?" keegan tilted his head, gesturing the man beneath him.

you cast a glance towards hesh. he appeared as drunk; drunk off the pleasure that he was receiving. both of you barely even began.

"pl–please, slower." hesh groaned, twitching inside of the other man.

keegan scoffed, experimentally rolling his hips. he can't deny it, though. he found hesh's submissiveness attractive. his head spinning when your teeth nip at his skin, your gentle hands carefully guiding him over the other man's cock. "fuckin' slut," you flick your tongue at his nipple, "letting anyone fuck you." he shook his head, pouting.

"what's this then, huh?" hesh answered for him with a low whine, "take it easy on him." you remind, pinching his other nipple. "f–fuck—aah!" he inhaled sharply, hesh's cock being completely situated inside of him at last. "cum—m'gonna cum!" hesh warns, his eyes rolling back.

keegan lifts himself up, dropping back down until he was able to search a pace he could maintain. "i can't—i can't take it anymore. please, please, wanna cum. i need it." pleading, hesh was. it was nearly incoherent, syllables no more than babbles of lust.

hastily, keegan quickened his movements. hole sucking him back in, urging for hesh to let go. it didn't allow him to last any longer.

ropes after ropes splattered against his walls, painting his hole white. you press down on keegan's tip, earning a groan. "mmng– shit, why–gah, m'already close." his eyes were similar to a puppy's, lips in a pout.

"look at him."

hesh lets out a soft 'hm?'.

you grab keegan's jaw, forcing him to look back at the man beneath in the eye.

"do you think he deserves to cum?"

that caught him off guard. he nods, rather a little hesitant. it was barely noticeable, before a meek 'yes' follows.

keegan whines when your hand leaves his dick, but he regrets his reaction as you prod at his stuffed hole. "wh–what are you doing?" he internally panics, the digit slipping in with no restraint. "hngh?!"

"such a greedy little bitch, aren't you?" your finger brushes against hesh's twitching length. "taking us so well." the two of them were dizzy off euphoria while you appeared so unbothered. it made them helpless. "too–too much, (name), it's too—" you interrupt hesh, "shh, sweetheart."

a sniffle.

"fuck, are you crying?"

keegan clenched at that. "don't stop." hesh immediately croaks, his back arching at the abrupt squeezing. indeed, he was crying.

you pretend to contemplate, humming softly in amusement, "what am i going to do with the both of you?"

the beginning. thirst. masterlist.

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