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emperor-palpaminty · 10 months

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I downloaded TikTok and saw this one and had to write something for Keegan. Hehe. My inbox is open for COD requests!

There is kissing and cussing in this one so if ya don't like it leave byeeeee. GN readerx keegan. Also it makes more sense that someone in the military would have an e-reader instead of a bunch of heavy books so congrats, you are the proud owner of a book tablet now

When war was not filled with blood or adventures, war dragged. Slow. It was as if Ares himself was lazily strolling with a too-heavy war hammer, yawning.

Not that you minded, necessarily. It gave you time to actually delve into your books. Your e-reader had been an absolute life saver- on long days in the field it would help you take breaks and get some literature in, and it was way lighter than ink-and-paper books. Plus, you didn't have to go into the library to get books that you had on hold.

Unfortunately, some books in the library would all line up to where their holds would finish at the same time and wind up on your e-reader. This usually meant marathon reading sessions at odd times, or at least times where you wouldn't have normally read. Between water breaks while working out, you would speed read through the latest fantasy novel. At the mess, you skimmed the pulp romance your mom had recommended to you. When the computer lab was down, you would examine some half-interesting autobiography or scientific breakdown. And all of it was at the palms of your hands in an instant.

You enjoyed reading.

This love did not go unnoticed- the Ghosts would often chuckle or pester you because you hated being interrupted. Sometimes you would get questions of what you were reading, maybe commenting that their spouses or parents or so-and-so from such-and-such company had mentioned something about that book.

Especially, this did not go unnoticed by Keegan. Not only did he notice it, but it annoyed him. Not the fact you read, or were quiet, or drawn into some fantastical world- he enjoyed that. Watching how your eyes were drawn down on your book, how your fingers would find their way to rest on your mouth or fidget on the table, those were all bonuses. He enjoyed the occasional book himself. However, what annoyed him was....

"Kid."

Nothing. Keegan exhaled, crossing his arms. You were hard to pull out of your little world of books and words. Cute? Yes. Frustrating?

"Hey. Kid."

You gasped and shifted forward, staring at the words, muttering something off towards him. Your lips moved, pressing out a brief oh, wow as you turned the page on your e-reader. They pursed, and they looked soft. Distracted. Kissable.

Absolutely frustrating.

Keegan shoved his gaze from your mouth and reached down, taking your cheeks. "Damn it, kid." He turned your head towards him, leaning down, eye level. "You get sucked in real easy. Cause all kinds of problems that way."

You blinked, hazy as you settled back into reality. The black gloves were rough on your cheeks, almost pressing your lips into a pout, and those blue eyes were close. You sucked in a breath. With it came his smell- musk, wood, something masculine. "Sorry."

Keegan didn't move. Topaz irises skimmed your face, dropping to the lips, watching as you licked them, nervously, your own eyes avoiding him. "Sorry?"

"For getting distracted. I don't get too much time to read, and all my books came off hold at the same time..." Your voice trailed off, and your thumb flicked down, turning off the e-reader. "I wanted to read as much as possible before we went out to the field again." You were vaugely aware that his eyes were still plastered on your face and studying you. Those eyes- they stopped you and haunted you and made you freeze, but kick-started your every nerve.

Behind the mask, Keegan sighed. "I get that. Means a lot to you." His grip loosened on your face but the hand did not drop away. He thumbed over your face, the touch hesitating just at the color of your mouth. Were your eyes playing tricks on you, or did his gaze soften? "Promise." His voice was gentler now. "I'll make it up to you."

Your head tilted, watching what you could see of his face. Heat built up under your skin. It wouldn't have surprised you if he could have felt how warm you were under the leather gloves. "Uh-huh." Was all your very intelligent and very smart brain could muster.

Keegan's free hand grabbed the bottom of his mask and he yanked it up. You barely had time to catch the dark stubble and the surprisingly full lips before he leaned down and pressed his mouth to yours.

His hold on your cheeks were not demanding. It was loose enough to where you could have pulled away, left.

But you didn't. How could you? He huffed, the breath warm from his nose as he turned his head into you, and you swore that you heard a soft groan as you leaned up, your grip on your e-reader loosening and finding its way into his shirt, a fist crumpling against it. A gloved hand moved to the back of your neck, supporting you as you leaned your head back. He pulled back just enough to mutter sweet thing against you before going back in for more. Surprisingly, what stubble he had was soft, you realized as you ran your fingers over his jaw. Your fingers clasped the cotton shirt tighter, his body pressing your back against the corner of the table.

You didn't even hear the door down the hall open. Keegan pressed away, yanking the mask back down and stepping back. You blinked, hands frozen in the air where he had been, eyes locked on his own and looking for answers in them.

"Later," Was all he said, and he turned and left as Ghosts began to enter the mess. You turned back to your reading, quickly, but found that the words weren't as distracting as they were before Keegan had kissed you.

#keegan x reader #cod keegan #keegan russ #cod keegan russ #keegan russ x reader #keegan russ x you #cod reader insert #minty writes #call of duty reader insert #call of duty keegan x reader #call of duty keegan x you #keegan p russ x reader #keegan russ reader insert

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bugs1nmybrain · 2 months

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Fem!Shigaraki Headcanons

Turning my f/os into girls is so therapeutic I'm considering even making one-shots. Fml

Warnings: fem reader, fem Shiggy, NSFW (18+) sex stuff!, bras and period kind of talk, most of these don't even apply to a relationship, not proofread

Shiggy as a girlie? What a silly lil gal

Personality-wise she's not different than Tomura, but she may be more prone to sadness because of the differences in social upbringing that girls go through. Male Tomura likely thinks he's too ballsy to cry

Angry cries

But she's feisty and angry

A true femcel

She's still a great gamer and blows away people online when they find out she's a girl because misogyny is very smelly in the gaming community. "Is that a girl in the chat??" Tomura: "Cope with it fuckface."

I think girl Tomura would be very jumpy for some reason. Being startled would be so easy for her. I also mean in general though, like she has a lot of pent-up emotions in her that she has to throw it all out through hyperactivity

Paces around the apartment mumbling to herself when she's stressed

Has no idea how to go about relationships because she feels very insecure. She doesn't see herself as an attractive woman because of all her scars, dry skin, and moles, so she doesn't feel like she has a chance with anyone

She fucking hates fashion media, and seeing some perfect model on a billboard is enough to make her start itching in insecurity

It's actually very easy for her to like someone romantically, but she doubts that they'd ever like her, too, so she just starts being mean and nasty

She's very bitter

She has a voice that many would call a "witchy-bitch" voice, but it's cute esp when she's getting excited about something she's happy about

once you get her to laugh she's all yours

her laugh is so contagious and the whole apartment complex is hearing that

So when she started dating you she feels confused and undeserving. She's very flirty and likes spending time with you but she withdraws for a bit because she gets paranoid that you suddenly hate her and find her annoying

BPD coded

Throws shit when she's angry

And yes, she could just disintegrate stuff, but where's the fun in that?

girl musk

Shiggy would likely be about 5'4 as a girl, and I say this because in many countries the average female height is 5 inches below the average male height, and Shigarki is 5'9.

Before her AFO surgery she looked very weak and thin, but after she starts to fill out more

Her titties are about a smaller C cup before her upgrade and goes up a cup after her upgrade. They sag a bit and have itch scars. She likes wearing push-ups to make her feel more compact (I notice that Shiggy likes tight clothes).

Her ass fills out more after her surgery but not by much, she's kind of petite in that department. Her hip-to-waist ratio will fool you

Her periods are HORRIBLE and I mean DANGEROUS

She's in so much pain!!!

Her cramps are unlike anything because of all the stress she endures and it's just her natural body doing its thing. They're so bad that she pukes and can faint if it's too bad. She has to wear pads because she bleeds very heavily, so tampons aren't doing it

She gets very angry and depressed during this time, and if you poke fun at her and do the "ohoho is it that time of month??" you are dead

please tell her to go take a shower during this time she will stink

Likely has endometriosis and is also definitely anemic because of all the bloodloss and malnutrition

She resembles her female relatives quite a bit; her mom, Nana, her sister, etc.

Sometimes she'll wear eyeliner!! Not always but if she's trying to look nice for a PLF meeting or something she'll put a little wing on her eyes.

nsfw time

She's a switch but loves to bottom

Fucking RAIL her she loves it

The first time you fuck it's likely her first time, and she's soaked so bad that you have to get a towel to clean up all the mess

But actually, you might occasionally need lube if you're using a dildo for her because she gets dry when she's extremely stressed or for no exact reason sometimes

clingggyyyyy

she will hang off of you once you're done and get all sappy about it

"i looove you, you're the only person I'll ever love."

The next morning, "morning, loser"

will bite you

Moans loud

No matter what gender Shigaraki is, Shiggy loves boobies

Will definitely ask you to do very perverse things with her

will ask u to rub boobies together

she is a middle schooler at heart

mommy issues still apply but if she was with a guy daddy issues would come out too

will call you mommy or daddy just to make you mad

She has the widest smile with her crooked chompers but she's so pretty when she's genuinely smiling

#f/os #shigaraki #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki tomura #shiggy #shigaraki tomura headcanons #fem shigaraki #fem shigaraki x reader #shimura tenko

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calcidekudine · 6 years

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out of my head of my heart of my mind

out of my head of my heart of my mind katsudeku. explicit. part five. also available on ao3. warnings: A/B/o dynamics, blow-jobs, face-fucking, choking, one unexpected moneyshot, and under-negotiation of kinks

<< previous | beginning

The languid slush of post-orgasmic hormones doesn't stay in Katsuki's blood for long, pushed out by the increasing presence of his heat. He adjusts his dick inside his pants—firmly ignoring the come sticking to his skin—and elbows Izuku away.

"Still?" Izuku says, exasperated yet fond.

Katsuki looks at the other man. His curls are a mess from Katsuki's demanding fingers and the collar of his sweater is askew, pulled away from his neck. It's easy to see the outline of his erection against the placket of his jeans. Something anticipatory and primal trembles in the pit of Katsuki's stomach at the sight.

"Still," replies Katsuki with a smirk—then he's in the air for the last time, holding nothing back as he pushes his body into an unsustainable sprint.

It is not far to Katsuki's apartment. He pushes himself to his limit, the one he can reach without hurting himself, and manages to stay just out of Izuku's reach. Exhilaration makes his head feel light and he cannot help the fierce grin that splits his face. Finally, less than two minutes after resuming the chase, Katsuki bursts through the unlocked door of his small home.

His chest heaves. His lungs burn.

Izuku is a breath behind him, slamming the door shut so violently it's a wonder it doesn't break.

Katsuki looks over his shoulder. Izuku is panting heavily and his cheeks are red with exertion. His alpha body chemistry has responded to their brief foray on the rooftop and his pheromone-thick scent floods the foyer. It's a powerful, heady smell, and Katsuki cannot help but pause and inhale deeply.

The hesitation costs him. Izuku's hand fists in the back of Katsuki's sweat-damp t-shirt and he pulls Katsuki to him—

Turns him around—

Catches him.

"Gotcha," Izuku murmurs.

The energy between them is different in Katsuki's tiny entryway than it was outside. There is little natural light and despite it being early afternoon, the angles of Izuku's face are deepened by shadow. Adolescence never rid him of his plain looks or his freckles, but Katsuki has never been concerned about the relative attractiveness of other people. He especially doesn't care about Izuku's looks. There is too much between them for Katsuki to think in such simple terms.

"Kacchan." Izuku's eyes are a green jungle, lush and overgrown. He wets his bottom lip unconsciously, leaving the swell shiny with spit. "Kacchan, I want to kiss you."

"Why the hell are you asking permission?" Katsuki asks.

"Because I want to be sure," Izuku says. His broad palms have found the start of Katsuki's waist—where his ribs taper into muscle—and sink into the curve. "Because I want to hear you say it."

"Thought you were gonna make me beg for it."

"I will," Izuku promises. "After you say I can."

Once, the look on Izuku's face would have pissed Katsuki off. That rose-colored look of hope. Of optimism. Of longing. It was stupid, Katsuki thought. The future belonged to those who took it, not to those who waited.

"Idiot," Katsuki snaps. "Kiss me before I change my mind."

And so Izuku does.

Katsuki has never kissed someone while not on suppressants. He has never been with an alpha, either, only a handful of betas and one omega. He expected some difference—Izuku's alpha musk was strong enough to push him into his heat early, after all—but he wasn't expecting this.

Izuku's kiss starts close-mouthed. It is a firm pressure of flesh that sends a disproportionate shock through Katsuki's veins—a sharp jolt that suffuses his awareness—before Izuku tilts his head and opens, just a little. Neither teeth nor tongue prompt Katsuki to respond. It is merely Izuku's intention that Katsuki answers, his lips parting on instinct. His hands come up and clutch Izuku's heavy biceps.

They share a breath. Izuku breaths out while Katsuki breathes in. Izuku touches his tongue to Katsuki's lower lip, small and wet, and pulls back.

Katsuki's blunt nails dig into Izuku's arms. A sound not unlike being punched in the solar plexus escapes him.

"Fuck," Izuku murmurs, his own grip on Katsuki's hips tightening. "Kacchan, you're so—"

"Shuddup," Katsuki grinds out. "Why the hell are you still talking?"

Izuku kisses him again. It starts the same—mouth against shut mouth—and they inhale deeply through their noses. The potency of the action is undiminished and arousal compounds low in Katsuki's gut. It makes him hyperaware of his body: of the hairs raised on the back of his neck, of the drag of cotton against his nipples, of his fully cock pushing out his sweatpants.

Izuku pulls away again.

"What the—" Katsuki snaps. "Deku, if you don't get the fuck on with it—"

"I'll take care of you," Izuku promises. "I just need to—I want to kiss you, but I want to look at you too, and I want to make you feel good. There's just too much and I'm—" Izuku laughs, the sound choked and trembling. "You're so beautiful, Kacchan."

There's a wild look about Izuku that has little to do with his mussed hair and swollen mouth. He hadn't taken care of himself on the rooftop, Katsuki remembers, and his gaze automatically dips down. Izuku is chubbed up against the denim.

"Must be painful." Katsuki eyes flicker back up, and he meets Izuku's almost black stare, his pupils leaving a scant ring of emerald iris. "You're such a fucking idiot."

Katsuki pulls Izuku's hands off his hips and drops to his knees. The hardwood is as unforgiving as it was the night before, when he buried his face in Izuku's shirt and got off, but the irritation is forgotten as the smell of Izuku's want spikes.

"Kacchan, you don't—you don't need to."

"Tch, I know." Katsuki tosses Izuku a smirk. "I want to. So get the fuck over it and undo your pants. Getting that top button is a bitch."

There is a split second of hesitation before Izuku does as he's told. He also unzips, exposing the plain black of his underwear. His thumbs hook into the elastic of his boxer briefs before he hesitates again. Katsuki refrains from rolling his eyes; instead, he wraps his hands around Izuku's wrists and prompts him to continue with a downward tug.

It is not the first time Katsuki has seen Izuku's dick. They were childhood friends, after all, and in the same class for the entirety of their academic careers. But there is a difference between seeing a flash of Izuku's flaccid cock while he changed in and out of his gym clothes, and having it completely erect in front of his face.

"Damn," Katsuki hisses as he greedily takes in the details. The length, the girth, the promising swell of his knot. "You're fucking hung."

Katsuki lets go of Izuku's wrists. Puts one hand against Izuku's trim hip and wraps the other around Izuku's shaft. Izuku lets out a muffled whimper. Katsuki glances up; Izuku's hand, the fingers crooked and scarred, is pressed hard against his mouth. Katsuki grins viciously. Even on his knees—even as the omega—he still feels powerful.

"Oh, Deku," he purrs. "I'm going to destroy you."

Katsuki hates omega stereotypes. Sometimes, when he displays a certain behavior or shows a specific preference, people will nod their heads and say, "Well, of course he likes this. He's an omega."

The social expectations for omegas range from subtle to overt. They dictate and reinforce every aspect of Katsuki's life: what he wears and what he eats, who he can date, where he can go, and what he should do. After he presented, he tried too hard to be everything an omega wasn't, and actively denied parts of himself. For years, he didn't eat sweets in public or in private; he only listened to hard, heavy music despite not really liking it; he refused to be polite, never even saying 'please' or 'thank you'; and when he masturbated, he ignored the empty throb of his hole and the slick that ran down his thighs.

It was exhausting pretending to be someone he wasn't. It chafed just as much, if not more, than the pressure to conform. So after years of frustration and persistent anxiety, Katsuki decided to be himself and do whatever he wanted. Unlearning his defensive behaviors wasn't easy, but he was stubborn and persistent. If he wanted to eat an entire pint of ice cream by himself, or relax to ambient chill wave, or show gratitude, or shove Izuku's entire cock down his throat—he was going to do it.

He refuses to do anything else.

Izuku is big enough to make Katsuki's jaw ache instantly. He's heavy on his tongue and tastes like musk and sweat. Katsuki holds Izuku just above his unswollen knot and works over his cockhead. There is no finesse; Katsuki makes a vague attempt to keep his teeth covered, but he's mostly focused on getting Izuku wet enough to take.

"Kacchan," Izuku murmurs. He cradles the base of Katsuki's skull in one huge palm and the side of Katsuki's face with the other. The pad of his thumb—scratchy, callused—rests against the wide split of Katsuki's drooling mouth. "This isn't a race."

I know that, dumbass, Katsuki thinks as he sinks further down. He has half of Izuku's cock in his mouth and it's beginning to push at the back of his throat. Just take the fucking hint.

When his lips bump the circle of his hand, Katsuki lets go of Izuku's shaft and forces himself down further. Little by little, Katsuki takes Izuku's dick; and little by little, the uncomfortable sensation of being choked intensifies. It's difficult to breath. Katsuki can feel the muscles in his throat contract involuntarily. His face feels hot. His eyes water. He's dizzy—

Izuku tries to pull away.

Katsuki grabs both of his hips and forces him still. Izuku struggles for a moment, confused, before epiphany hits him and he gasps, "Oh."

Beneath his palms, Katsuki feels the fight drain from Izuku's body. Then, once it has all disappeared, Katsuki allows himself to pull his mouth completely off Izuku's dick and cough. Izuku's hands never leave Katsuki's scalp.

"Are you okay?" Izuku asks quietly.

"Fine," Katsuki snaps.

"Okay." Izuku pauses. "Do you want to stop?"

Izuku's dick is huge and red and wet. His broad chest expands and contracts sharply, as though he's out of breath, and his thighs are twitching with the unconscious need to be closer. Want is strung through every line of his body—yet here he is, letting Katsuki be in control.

Warmth curls in the pit of Katsuki's stomach. It is neither the heady rush of power nor the shock of arousal; it is something else. Trust, maybe, or affection.

"No," Katsuki replies. "I already told you I wanted it." He smirks and flutters his eyelashes and teases, "So please, alpha, won't you breed my pretty mouth?"

The words have their desired effect. Izuku's fingers tighten in Katsuki's hair, and when Katsuki brings Izuku's cock back to his mouth, Izuku pushes in—

And in—

Until the potential of his knot is hot against Katsuki's lips and Katsuki's throat is so full he can't breathe. The need to gag overwhelms Katsuki; it takes a few seconds of stubborn concentration to deny the reflex, but he manages.

"Good?" Izuku gasps.

Katsuki double taps a thumb against the crest of Izuku's pelvic bone: Go ahead.

Izuku doesn't need more affirmation than that. He begins to roll his hips, pushing his dick in and out of Katsuki's mouth. Slowly, at first, though never shallow, getting down to his knot each time. But Izuku's patience isn't infinite. His pace picks up, harder and faster with every thrust. He grunts with the exertion. Rocks up and down on the balls of his feet. Pulls on Katsuki's hair painfully, unconsciously, as he chases his own pleasure.

It isn't easy, getting face-fucked. Katsuki can't relax into a rhythm when he's being intermittently choked, and he has to constantly battle the need to cough. Combined with the other discomforts—the sting of his eyes, the flood of drool in his mouth, the raw stretch of his throat—Katsuki should hate it.

But he doesn't. He really, really doesn't. He's hard again in his sweats, his heat shortening his refractory period, and he doesn't think as he takes both hands off Izuku's hips and shoves them down his underwear. The relief he feels as he jerks himself off is secondary to the satisfaction of being able to take everything his alpha gives him.

Katsuki's pheromones spike. He can feel how wet he is between his thighs, can smell himself in the still air. It makes Izuku falter, makes him stop with his cock shoved down Katsuki's throat. The heat of Izuku's knot swells against his lips like an obscene kiss.

Suddenly, overwhelming, Izuku's knot is all Katsuki can think about. He feels it pressed against his mouth and wants it deeper—past his teeth, unforgiving on his tongue and hard palate—but he can't. When he tries to push himself further down Izuku's cock, he finds that the growing knot is just too big to fit. Frustration bubbles inside him. Tears spill down his cheeks.

Izuku pulls back, his dick falling out of Katsuki's mouth with a wet pop.

"No," Katsuki snarls. He strains forward to take Izuku's dick back into him and is stopped by an unyielding hand on his throat. He can do no more than watch as Izuku selfishly grabs his knot and squeezes. "Deku—!"

"Kacchan—!" Izuku sobs, and comes on Katsuki's face. It gets in his mouth and on his cheeks and chin. It doesn't taste like much, a little salty, a little bitter, and the thick smell of it floods Katsuki's nose. He's surprised by how much it turns him on; no one in the past has ever dared to mark him like this. None of them had even asked. But Izuku—his alpha—did it as though it were the most natural thing in the world to make Katsuki his.

"Fuck," Katsuki curses, and spills over his own fingers.

to be continued >>

#katsudeku #bakudeku #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #my fic #out of my head of my heart of my mind

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