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hunterbunter3000 · 1 year

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SWEETHEART HAS A WOMB TATTOO????!!!!

YUUPPPPP

Womb tattoos are my everything. I want one EXTREMELY badly, so Sweetheart has one LOL

I got an example that show yall what I'm talking about!

I'm in love.

Tw: talk about scars (under the cut)

Omfg Soap was so shocked when he saw it. (He was the first one to see it) and he's been in love with it ever since. Like-- it's an obsession LOL

He bugs her about it CONSTANTLY

Soap: You sure I can't see it?

Soap: Maybe I'll finish my task if I could take a peek at ye tattoo, eh?

Soap, panicking: Is your tattoo okay?

Sweetheart: Suds, I got shot.

Soap: Yeah but is the tattoo okay?

Soap, laying on her lap: Y'know if I got a lil' peek at your tattoo, my crops would be watered.

Sweetheart: WOULD YOU S T O P WITH MY TATTOO

Soap, whining: I WANNA SEE IT AGAAIINNNN

Sweetheart: NO ONCE WAS ENOUGH

Soap's outbursts about Sweet's tattoo has been making everyone SO CURIOUS like what tattoo are you talking about

So she sighs and shows them, pulls up her shirt and they see THAT PICTURE

AND THEY SEE THAT PICTUUUREE

Babes, Roach and Horangi pass out. HA

Ghost and Price were so bug eyed omg

Krueger broke his glass- like it SHATTERED in his hand

Rudy and König got nosebleeds and Alex turned so red he looked like he exploded

Gaz and Alejandro are no where to be found (they just left and took a breather) and Soap is fucking TAKING PICTURES

Price: You have a womb tattoo.

Sweetheart: Yup.

Price: A Succubus. Womb tattoo.

Sweetheart, smirking: Honestly surprised y'know about that, Cap.

Price, turning red: I--

Ghost: Is that the only one you have?

Sweetheart: Nah, I have more

Soap: WAIT YOU HAVE MORE

Sweetheart: YES I HAVE MORE-- But you aren't gonna see 'em. All of them cover alot of scars I have. Especially this one.

Her hand goes over the womb tattoo and Soap now notices the long horizontal scar that lays on her brown skin. It's a lighter color, and you can see the small hump of new skin.

They all saw the far away look in her eyes, and made themselves a goal to appreciate her body HEHEH (and try to see the rest but that's a side mission)

And now they're all obsessed with that tattoo- I WOULDN'T BLAME THEM

So when König sleeps on Sweetheart, he would peek under her shirt and just stare at it with heart eyes until he feels a slap on his head and sees Sweets frown at him

And then she would grit out "put my damn shirt back down and go to sleep" like a mom telling you to back that candy LOL and he would whine and be all sad like a PUPPY

And Krueger-- so disrespectful 😒

Krueger would feel her hips and then lift up her shirt and just stare at it while Sweetheart would yell at him. He would chuckle and sigh "You know you don't have to hide yourself from me. Meine kleine Göttin, you're perfect inside and out." He lays her down on his bed and his thumbs caress the tattoo. Her breath hitches, "Krueger--" He hums, pulling up his hood to his nose, showing off his pink scarred lips. "My words aren't getting through you." He bends down and kisses the middle of the heart. Sweetheart flinches from the soft feeling, especially from such a low area. Krueger has a job to do, and he's gonna do it right. "So how about I show you instead?"

Uhm- 🧍‍♀️yeah LMAOO

The others just stare and sneak in some touches alot. Like passing by her, especially Ghost omg he would shimmy behind her, rasping out " 'cuse me" and his hands would slide to the middle of her womb and caress it-- and then he would leave 🧍‍♀️BITCH--

Rudy would subconsciously rest his hands there. Like if she's cooking, he would come behind her and ask questions, not knowing that his hands found their way to the tattoo 💀 OMG he would become so damn red when Sweetheart points it out. He doesn't mean to do it, it just HAPPENS (he's so cute tho)

Roach would wait. Like- he would wait until she's comfortable showing it to him. Since he knows she has a soft spot for him, it won't be that long 💅✨️ And she would pat his head while rubbing his face into the tattoo 💀

Horangi and Alex would ask about it more than wanting to see it. (I mean ofc they want to see it-- it's fucking hot) Alex would have sad eyes, listening on how she got the scar and try to cover it, and Horangi would trace the tattoo while Alex would trace the scar. Ugh they make me weak

Gaz would be too flustered to even ASK about it-- if he saw her shirt ride up he would immediately look away and clear his throat (he would have to go to the bathroom LOL)

Price would just stare at it, fantasies going wild 💀

Soap, OBVIOUSLY, would still be obsessed with it. Ugh he would gush about it and ask questions while tickling Sweetheart

Soap, smug: When d'ya get it done, eh? Hm?

Sweetheart, getting tickled: HEHEHEH I-- ACK- I GOT IT DONE AT MY H-HOME TOWN

Soap, grinning and still tickling her: Oohhh, and where are your others? Tell me tell me

Sweetheart: SOAP YOU-- FILTHY BITCH IM NOT- AHHAHAHA IM NOT TELLING YOU

Soap: You will soon, Bonnie!

And she would just show it to Graves. Like legit, he just asked him if he wants to see something and then shows him the tattoo. And she's so MEAN- telling him that no one would believe him that he saw it, and would just walk away while he's still processing what he just saw

OMG AND KEEGAN

He's so-- I love him too GOD he honestly saw it accidentally, he saw all of them accidentally 💀 he walked in on her while she was changing and he wanted to die. They were both freaking out, Keegan apologizing every second and Sweetheart saying it's okay while frantically getting dressed and trying not to fall (his favorite is her sleeves and the womb) no one knows this happened

Keegan, still flustered: We bring this to our Graves.

Sweetheart: Agreed.

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bouncybongfairy · 14 days

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Simon Says

Ghost!Keegan!Soap x Fem Reader Smut

Summary: After coming back from the bar and continuing the last mission's success at the safe house. Price comes out, complaining about the noise, so you guys move it to your room. A foul game of Simon Says takes place.

Word Count: 1.0k+

Ref Account: @kaionyx

TW: Group Smut & Facial, Male Receiving Head, Rough Smut.

Not Proof Read

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It was late and Ghost, Soap, Keegan and yourself were hanging out in the living room of the safe house. The current mission you were working on just wrapped up and everyone was celebrating with drinks and laughter; a rare sight within task force 141. Everyone else had gone to bed after coming home from the bar. They had their fill of fun but you guys were just getting started. Pouring shots of cheap vodka and smoking while listening to music. Price came out, complaining about the smell and noise, moving to your room to avoid any more confrontations. You were nervous to have all three of them in your room. They were looking around at all your stuff, posters, stuffed animals, and of course the stereo. You connected your phone and started playing BabyMetal, Keegan picked up a picture from your desk.

“Is this you?” he asked, holding a picture of you in freshman year of college. It was you and a good friend, you grew up in Jersey which meant Snooki pretty much was your fashion icon all of college.

“Is that a joint?” Ghost asked, laughing at your duck lips and hair extensions.

“Yeah it was quite the era. Look, I was crying because my sister and I got into a huge fight over who’s turn it was for the Juicy Couture bag. You can see where my spray tan ran down my neck” you laugh reminiscing on simpler times.

Ghost was sitting on your office chair, legs spread and leaning over to reach the cigarette you were sharing. Keegan and Soap were lounge on your bed; you were curled up on a beanie bag. You couldn’t remember who suggested it but you guys started playing drinking games. Things like fuck the dealer and flip cup. You were getting pretty tipsy, giggling randomly and your body warming up. The boys were having a conversation among themselves while you lined up the shot glasses and grabbed the bottle.

“Are you sure you can handle another drink?” Soap asked.

“Are you asking me or yourself?” you asked, handing the liquor out.

After some more small talk, you excused yourself to change. Normally your pajamas are pretty revealing so you wear a sweatshirt and cotton shorts. Long socks because it was always freezing in your room. Once you started getting dressed you noticed how drunk you actually were. Tripping slightly while trying to get your shorts on Coming out and watching as all their eyes fall onto you. Clearly looking you up and down, at first you wanted to be like ‘oh my god don’t look at me like that’ but also you did so… why lie? You sat back on the bean bag as Keegan began to speak.

“We should play another game,” he said.

“What about Simon Says?” Ghost says.

“Isn’t that your name?” you drunkenly giggle.

“Yeah, so just know when I say something you have to take it seriously,” he said.

After that comment that vibe in the room felt different after that. All of them went from sitting back and lounging to sitting forwards. Soap and Ghost were sitting on the bed, Keegan was on the office chair. You beanbag was on the floor so they were all looking down on you.

“Simon says: sit on my lap,” he says, leaning back slightly like he was making room. All their breathing became harder, you rolled your eyes at the reaction.

“What is this middle school? Out of all the things you could have asked?” you laugh, walking over and sitting on his thighs without hesitation. Making the point that it wasn’t a very daunting task.

“Okay hot shot, Simon says: to read smut out loud,” Soap said, crossing his arms.

“I don’t read-'' you started but was interrupted.

“Yes you do,” they all said in unison, “you need to invest in a privacy screen,” Keegan said, you could tell all three of them were smirking under their masks.

“Fine.” you grab your phone and look through your tumblr.

If they wanted to show, you were going to go full out. Finding a Captain America smut about hooking up in the barracks. It was obvious that they were wanting you to be flustered and flushed but it was doing the opposite. They were blushing and squirming around like there was no way to get comfortable. As you continued to read, Simon was getting hard. This was throwing you off your game a bit, now beginning to stumble over your words. Ghost noticed this and leaned back in his chair more, allowing him to press his member against your ass.

You started rocking your hips every now and then. Enjoying hearing his almost silent groans and growls. His hands were starting to wander, running up and down your thighs. You looked over at the other guys and they were practically drooling. Looking at you like a can of beer they waited all day to crack open. Soap got up first and Keegan followed, your heart began to race. He slowly approached you and cupped your face in his hands. Rubbing your cheeks with his calloused thumbs. Keegan was on the side of him, brushing the hair out of your face.

“Such a pretty little thing right?” Soap asked Keegan. This made you shiver, goosebumps prickled along your skin. Your phone dropping to the floor, Ghost kicked it away.

“Fuck yeah, just begging to be ruined,” he said, grabbing your shirt and pulling it off your body. Leaving your chest completely exposed. Keegan reached down and pinched one of your nipples, pulling and twisting. You gasp and try leaning back but Ghost isn't letting you go anywhere.

“Where do you think you’re running off to?” Ghost asked, grabbing your elbows.

Soap grabbed the other and Ghost held you in place as they groped and played with your chest. The more you squirmed the harder Ghost became, pre-cum starting to bleed through his pants. Your face was flushed and sweat was beading on your forehead. Keegan used his other hand and parted your lips with his thumb. Eventually pushing it into your mouth; pressing your tongue down and feeling around your mouth. You wrapped your lips around his thumb looking up and shifting your eyes between the two of them. Pulling his thumb out and spreading your saliva all over your lips. Ghost stood you up slightly so he could free his dick that was straining against his pants. Pulling your shorts to the side and lining you up with his tip; grabbing your hips guiding you down on his member. He groaned and let his chin fall on top of your head. Your eyes rolled back and a loud gasp fell from your lips. Moaning and panting while you got used to how big he was.

“Why do you get her?” Keegan asked.

“Use her mouth i’m fucking busy,” he growled, trying his best not to buck into you.

The fact that he was talking about you like an objection shouldn’t have made your stomach flip the way it did. Soap and Keegan pulled their dicks out and began stroking themselves. Looking down, admiring your body, you started bouncing. The wet squelching sounds every time you sink down on his length. Your eyebrows furrowed and mouth hanging open, not caring about the droll falling from your bottom lip. Keegan grabbed two fistfuls of your hair and brought your lips to his cock. Taking his tip into your mouth and flicking your tongue on his head. He moaned and started pushing himself further into your mouth. Soap rested his length on your cheek, insinuating he wanted in on the fun. You grabbed his shaft and started jerking him off. Ghost was getting less gentle with you, starting to pound into you with more aggression. His nails were digging into the skin on your hip, tightening around him when his head kissed your cervix. Whimpering around Keegan cock, spit and pre-cum running down your torso. In so much pleasure, you were neglecting Soap. Especially as you began cumming around his cock, your walls pulsating around his member as you nearly screamed in pleasure.

“Fuck dude, my turn,” Soap said, pushing Keegan to where he was just standing.

After being touched-starved for so long, he showed no mercy on your throat. Fucking into your mouth at an animalistic pace. Causing you to gag around his length, mascara stained tears running down your face. Keegan was enjoying the sight, watching your bounce on Ghost while having your throat obliterated. Like a personal porn star made just for them. Ghost was getting close to his orgasm, trying hard to hold himself back. Biting onto your shoulder, to muffle the sounds and delay his climax. Soap came early, cum was spilling out the sides of your mouth, only adding to the wet fucking noise that already filled the room. Ghost began cumming, shooting thick ropes deep into your stomach. Holding you down as hard as he could, rocking your hips as you milked him. Keegan came on your face, cumming on one of your lashes. Forcing you to keep it closed, which hummored the two of them. You lean back against Ghost’s chest, practically dead from how fucked out you were. You don't remember much the next morning, but thought it was nice of them to clean you up and tuck you into bed. The walk of shame to the bathroom while having a hangover and cum dripping down your thigh wasn’t how you wanted to start your morning but oh well.

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saturncodedstarlette · 1 year

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Y/N, being a weighted blanket on Keegan’s body :

Y/N, take a sniff of his scent : Your hair smells like [scent].

Keegan, just having the time of his life with his Angel on top of him :

Keegan, snapped from his euphoria : ?

Keegan, stares up at his Angel, feels himself falling in love all over again :

Keegan, almost out of breaths, locked eyes with them : I figured you'd prefer it if I smelled nice. I guess...

Keegan, forcibly tears his gaze from their addictive gaze : …It's not manly.

Y/N : . . .

Y/N, snickers :

Y/N, cups his face, gently rotate it to meets their gaze again :

Y/N, stares deep into his eyes whilst caressing his cheek : I like it. It smells nice.

Y/N, leans down to kiss his pulsating neck, and rests their head on his chest again as they’re listening to his loudly pumping heart : And... you're always manly, Kee.

#Cod #Call of duty #Call of duty incorrect quotes #Call of duty : Ghosts #Cod Keegan #Keegan P. Russ #Keegan Russ #Keegan Russ x reader #Keegan Russ x male reader #Keegan Russ x fem reader #Keegan Russ x gn reader #Keegan P. Russ x reader #Keegan P. Russ x you #Keegan P. Russ x oc #Original : Under The Oak Tree #Call of duty fluff #Call of duty x reader #🦋 | Think I’ll miss you forever | Like the stars miss the sun in the morning sky #My 2023 works

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aethelwyneleigh27 · 5 months

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Lia's Cod Masterlist

Hi lovelies! This is my official CoD Masterlist to those of you who wish to have an overview of my content so far and future content. This is a short navigation of my works and I hope you guys enjoy it.

These are all arranged in chronological order :3

Sidenote: I JUST REALIZE HOW MUCH CONTENT I HAVE, IT'S FAR MORE THAN WHAT I EXPECTED THAT I'VE MADE.

Edit: I published it by accident 😭

Edit as of January 7, 2024: I will be editing my rules soon and though I have 18+ (only to indicate my age) in my bio, that doesn't mean that any minors cannot interact, you can because all my works are sfw (as far as I'm aware there are a few suggestive works). Even if they were nsfw, your internet consumption is not my responsibility and I'm not uncomfortable if you do decide to consume that content under the impression that you know what you are getting into once reading it.

This is all my replies to asks that are not content:))

The dividers are brought to you by @anitalenia, who happened to so kindly and graciously accept my request and the amount of edits it took, I'm so sorry for the amount of work it took you love. Thank you so much for these amazing dividers and for being so patient with me even though you have work 😭🩷

Dating Headcanons Part 1

Characters Included: John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra

Dating Headcanons Part 2

Characters Included: Valeria Garza, Farah Karim, Kate Laswell, Alex Keller, Gary "Roach" Sanderson, Nikolai Belinski

Dating Headcanons Part 3

Characters Included: König, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Keegan P. Russ, Philip Graves (+ some headcanons including the Shadows), Makarov???

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Synopsis: More headcanons and scenarios of Kyle "Gaz" Garrick as your partner.

Engagement Headcanons and Scenarios

Synopsis: Headcanons and Scenarios of Simon "Ghost" Riley before, during and after proposing to you.

Husband!Character/Wife!Character Series:

Simon "Ghost" Riley Version

John Price Version

John "Soap" MacTavish Version

Husband! and Dad!Simon "Ghost" Riley Series:

These are can be seen to be related to my Ghostie series.

Husband!Simon "Ghost" Riley

Synopsis: Simon as your husband.

Dad!Simon "Ghost" Riley Drabble

Synopsis: Short imagines.

Dad!Simon "Ghost" Riley Imagines List

Synopsis: A bunch of scenarios with Dad!Simon.

Dad!Simon "Ghost" Riley w/ a sick baby Headcanons and Imagines list

Synopsis: You and your husband take care of your sick baby. (Mainly your husband)

Husband!Simon "Ghost" Riley with a Pregnant!Wife!Reader

Synopsis: How Simon was during the pregnancy and delivery of your baby girl.

Baby fever Scenarios and Headcanons with Husband!Simon "Ghost" Riley

Synopsis: Simon having baby fever because of his little one.

Little Ghost (Ghostie) Series:

My AU of Simon Riley with finally a family of his own, this is a self-insert with the reader being Simon's wife and my OC as their daughter.

Little Ghost

Synopsis: Your husband Simon came home to a surprise from you and Ghostie (Fluff).

TF141 Interacting with Little Ghost Hcs

Synopsis: Headcanons of TF141 interacting with Reader and Ghost's daughter.

More Dad!Simon "Ghost" Riley and Taskforce Moments With Little Ghost

Synopsis: Halloween and other moments and headcanons for Ghostie.

Realizations (Simon "Ghost " Riley x fem!Reader)

Synopsis: How you and Simon, the parents of Ghostie met.

Baby fever Scenarios and Headcanons with Husband!Simon "Ghost" Riley (Ghostie)

Synopsis: Synopsis: Simon having baby fever because of his little one (gn! Ghostie).

Ex-husband!Simon "Ghost" Riley

Ex-husband!Simon "Ghost" Riley Drabble

Synopsis: After a lengthy divorce, you and your now ex-husband have gone your separate ways, though your daughter keeps you tied to him. What happens when something brings you back to what you've been avoiding?

FWB!Simon "Ghost" Riley

"Your girl?" "My girl.."

Synopsis: Your ex finds himself at your doorstep ready to beg you to take him back after he cheated on you, unfortunate for him, your "best friend" Simon was there on the look out for you..

"Your girl?" "My girl.." (Part two) (NSFW)

- Part two written by @blingblong55

Bringing your boyfriend/girlfriend to Sephora or a cosmetics store

Characters Included: John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra, Valeria Garza, Farah Karim, Kate Laswell, Alex Keller, König, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Keegan P. Russ, Gary "Roach" Sanderson, Nikolai Belinski, Philip Graves.

Dad!CoD Character Scenario (Imagine?)

Characters in mind: Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra, Alex Keller, König, Keegan P. Russ, Gary "Roach" Sanderson.

What Type of BF/GF CoD Characters would be

Their Reaction To You letting go of their hand while you're out in public

How CoD characters would react to someone making fun of their s/o's trauma (Requested)

Characters Included: Simon Ghost Riley, Kyle Gaz Garrick, König.

Dad!Cod Scenarios

Synopsis: Them as dads, what type of dad they'd be

Characters Included: John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra, König, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Gary "Roach" Sanderson.

Comfort Headcanons And Scenarios Of Cod Men With Your Kid

Synopsis: He has a romantic relationship/connection with you (Singleparent!Reader) and he comforts your little one, making you further realize how much he loves and cares about you and your little one.

Characters Included: John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra.

Orange Peel Theory With Cod Characters

Synopsis: Would they peel an orange for you? (Scenario based on the test from TikTok)

Realizations

Synopsis: How you and Simon, the parents of Ghostie met.

Daisies and Talks

Synopsis: Your boyfriend Simon Riley finds you secretly visiting his mother's grave.

Crinkled Polaroids

Synopsis: Simon find you again after a few years, however things weren't in his favor.

Toothache

Synopsis: How does one go "You're Too Sweet For Me" to "My Baby's Sweet As Can Be"? Simon Riley finds himself stuck in a situation, growing feelings for his roommate who's so annoyingly caring, domestic, sweet and too good for him. What happens when he let's himself indulge in the sweetness rather than cage himself in the bitter life he's been told is the only one he's deserving of and the only life he's known?

Disclaimer: Details on sexual intercourse (NSFW???)

Ex-Boyfriend John Price MiniFic

Synopsis: John sees you again for the first time after 3 years.

Masked Men Drabble

Characters in mind: Simon "Ghost" Riley, König, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Keegan P. Russ, Gary "Roach" Sanderson.

Price Quokka Drabble

Spiderman loving bf (Gaz) x hello kitty loving gf (you) drabble

Nothing's new...

Synopsis: "You were a wonderful experience" "And you were... everything.." (Simon "Ghost" Riley) (Angst)

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Civilian!Reader Drabble

Husband!Simon x Pregnant!Wife!Reader Drabble

Boyfriend! Kyle "Gaz" Garrick Drabble

Synopsis: Simon after his nervousness about your pregnancy fades.

Comfort with Price (Requested)

Synopsis: Your husband comforts you after a bad day.

Price makes his daughters cry (Drabble)

Farah Karim x Reader Drabble (Angst)

Cuteness Aggression Drabble (CoD men x reader)

Lia's Writers and Blog Recommendations

#cod x reader #aethelwyne lia writes #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #cod headcanons #simon ghost riley x reader #konig x reader #task force 141 #masterlist #cod masterlist #shadow company x reader #los vaqueros x reader #kortac #cod mwiii #cod mwf2 #cod mwii #cod mw3 #cod modern warfare #task force 141 x reader

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awritessomething · 4 months

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I have absolutely no ideas for writing whatsoever pleaseplease leave requests!!! Smut, angst, fluff, whatever y’all want I can probably do.

Ill write for these people and probably more that I forgot (all male character x fem!reader) :

Formula 1:

Max Verstappen

Lando Norris

Oscar Piastri

Charles Leclerc

Pierre Gasly

Lewis Hamilton

Carlos Sainz

Daniel Riccardo

Mick Schumacher

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

David Rossi (preferably young)

Marvel:

Bucky Barnes

Tony Stark

Thor

Sam Wilson

Deadpool

Steve Rogers

Spiderman (Tom Holland, Andrew Garfield, Miguel O'hara)

Call of Duty

Keegan Russ

Simon "Ghost" Riley

König

Phillip Graves

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Star Wars:

Anakin Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Kylo Ren

Luke Skywalker

Han Solo

Outer Banks:

JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron

Topper Thornton

John B. Routledge

Harry Potter:

Harry Potter

Cedric Diggory

Draco malfoy

Ron Weasley

Fred Weasley

Blaise Zabini

Regulus Black

Severus Snape

Tom Riddle

Sirius Black

Lorenzo Berkshire

Oliver Wood

The Walking Dead:

Glenn Rhee

Daryl Dixon

Rick Grimes

Carl Grimes

Miscallaneous:

Jack Champion (Ethan Landry)

Patrick Bateman

Batman (Christian Bale)

Johnathan Crane

Finnick Odair

Josh Hutcherson (Peeta Mellark, Mike Schmidt, Sean Anderson, Clapton Davis)

Rodrick Heffley

Colby Brock

Sam Golbach

Tristan Dugray

Dylan O'brien

Jude Bellingham

Joao Felix

Bellamy Blake

Patrick Dempsey (Derek Shepherd, Ronald Miller)

Joe Goldberg

Timothee Chalamet (Wonka, Paul Atreides)

Minho (The Maze Runner)

Keanu Reeves (John Wick, Neo, Alex Wyler)

Jim Halpert

Farkas

Ulfric Stormcloak

Miraak

Ben Schnetzer (Max Vandenburg, Brad Land, Russ Sheppard)

Brock Purdy

Ralph Macchio (Daniel Larusso, Johnny Cade)

Dallas Winston

Sodapop Curtis

Robby Keene

Zuko (atla dallas liu)

Jet (atla sebastian amoruso)

Cillian Murphy (Johnathan crane, jackson rippner, Neil Lewis)

Evan Peters (all ahs characters, Luke cooper)

What I wont do:

Pedophilia

Beastiality or anything animal-y

Waterworks

Male reader (sorry)

Character x character

Threesomes or anything not 1x1

Character x oc

Specific body types (i just don’t see the point)

Daddy/mommy kinks

Incest or stepcest

(I’ll prob have to add on but its midnight rn)

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konigbabe · 1 year

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little storm (part iii; set me ablaze)

final part

Author: @konigbabe

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

Word count: 3.8k

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

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

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

masterlist • navigation • faq • AO3

little storm: part i • part ii

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“—you’re here.”

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

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

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

“‘s that all?” he asks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I still outrank you,” he retorts.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yet the mask stays on.

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

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

Something snaps.

Inside Keegan; something breaks.

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

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

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

Shameless; that’s how she truly feels.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He wants to hear her beg once more.

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

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

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

–”please”.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A slight grin pulls at the corner of her lips.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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insane-brit · 11 months

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Masterlist

Started: 5/27/23

Last Updated: 7/30/23

Total Works: 9

Requests: OPEN

A/N: I mostly write self inserts (x readers) and character x character. I have a darker writing style, however, I still enjoy writing fluff, hurt/comfort, etc. I will always put a disclaimer before, and tags for what is included in the following pieces.

In addition, I write in first, second, and third person. There is no specific order I choose to write fics in these POV’s .

These works are meant for anyone interested. Whether they want to insert or see themselves, OC’s, or others in them.

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT.

KEY:

Blurbs: 💜

Series: 💞

Smut: ❤️‍🔥

Oneshots: ♥️

Teasers: 🤫

Imagines/headcanons: 💙

Miscellaneous: 💚

Demon Slayer:

Muzan:

Royalty: Muzan x soulmate!fem!reader 💞

Royalty (Prologue)

Royalty (Chapter one)

Royalty (Chapter two)

Royalty (Chapter three)

Royalty (Chapter four)

Pray to me (Teaser!) Priest! (still Demon King) Muzan x fem!reader❤️‍🔥🤫

Consecrated (Teaser) Muzan Kibutsuji x Demon!Fem!Reader ♥️❤️‍🔥🤫

Douma:

I love it and I hate it at the same time. Douma x fem!reader ♥️

Kokushibo:

Ill-Fated (Teaser!) Kokushibo x Slayer!Fem!reader♥️🤫

Call of Duty:

König:

Ghost:

Keegan:

Hellsing:

Alucard:

Integra:

The Magnus Archives:

Jonathan Sims:

Martin Blackwood:

Elias Bouchard/Jonah Magnus:

Micheal (The Distortion):

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rorkegirly07 · 25 days

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Welcome To My Blog<3

MASTERLIST

~About Me~

Heyyy<33 my name is Michele, I’m 27, and I’m from the U.S. I’m not that good at writing but it’s one of my favorite things to do!! I’m bi with a male lean, I use she/they pronouns! I really love music, my taste can range from phonk, electro pop, alt rock, hard rock, punk rock, metal, groove metal, nu metal, heavy metal, hardcore hip hop (or horrorcore), and so much more. But anyways other than all of this, let’s get into what I’ll write and what you can request!

~Fandoms~

(*The characters I specifically write under each fandom are just my go to characters when I write for any of these; ex: if you request headcanons for twd I’d write for each character listed below. So if you want anyone else, specify them in your request and I’ll write for them!!*)

The Walking Dead ;

Rick Grimes

Shane Walsh

Negan Smith

Daryl Dixon

COD mw2 & Ghosts ;

MW2:

Soap

Alejandro Vargas

Phillip Graves

Rudy Parra

Ghosts:

Keegan

Ajax

Rorke

Logan

Red Dead Redemption 2 ;

Arthur Morgan

John Marston

Mary-Beth Gaskill

Kieran Duffy

Bill Williamson

Sean MacGuire

Pantera ;

(Metal band)

Phil Anselmo

Rex Brown

Dimebag Darrell

Vinnie Paul

~what I will and won’t write~

What I will write ;

• Character x Reader

• Smut

• Fluff

• Angst

• She/Her, He/Him, or They/Them pronouns

• Gore

• Jealousy

• Platonic!Reader

• Romantic!Reader

(*I’ll write anything you request except for what I put under ‘what I won’t write’*)

What I won’t write ;

• Character x Character

• Character x OC

• Rape or SA

• Incest

• Cheating or being cheated on

• Threesomes or any kind of group sex

• Poly relationships / Open relationships

~My Defaults~

My “defaults” are basically just how I’d normally write things unless requested or specified otherwise.

So normally I’d write for a fem!reader, romantic relationship between character and reader, fluff and sometimes smut.

If you send any request and do not specify these, then that’s how I’d write it so make sure you specify what you want!!

~Thank You!!~

My requests are always open!!

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yawnderu · 1 month

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Final Girl — Slasher!Keegan P. Russ x Reader (2/?)

cw: stalking, noncon. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat.

Your life was never meant to be a punishment.

"Are you listening?" The man in front of you asks the moment your gaze starts to drift off for the third time since you arrived at the office.

"Sorry. What did you say?" The dark circles around your eyes make you resemble a raccoon more than a human, the memories of your friends dying and their blood splattered all around the pale wallpapers. Images of nature that were supposed to be remembered as calming do the exact opposite, forever engraved in your broken psyche.

"Do you remember anything about the suspect?" The detective's voice is calm, laced with nothing but pure understanding and compassion, a man too passionate about what he does— and the man you're about to lie to, delaying the investigation of your friend's death just to save your own ass.

"Nothing other than what I've told you, sir. Everything is just so..." The pregnant pause makes him fidget with the pen in his hand, grey eyes focused on the way you look away from him, eyes squinting as you try to recall memories from that night, memories that are so painful he can see it written all over your face, making him feel a pang of guilt.

"It's okay. Call me if you remember anything else, yeah?" His warm hand rests on your shoulder after you get up, trying his best to give you a reassuring smile that is only met with weary eyes, making your way out without saying anything. There's hesitation in your steps, your heart almost beating out of your chest the moment you stop walking and look over your shoulder, briefly meeting his curious gaze.

“He had brown eyes.” Mr. Smith doesn't waste any time on adding the information to his notes, only making the guilt spread all over your insides like black mold, taking over what used to be your soul— it's all his now.

Your life was never meant to be a punishment, yet what do you call seeing the man who killed your friends everywhere you go? He's been taking over your entire life no matter how much you try to push the memories away, no matter how much you try to forget it all happened, only serving as a constant reminder that you didn't do enough.

Dreams colliding with reality isn't something new, yet your nightmares are so realistic that it almost feels like you were there. Even while you were hidden away in a dark closet, you can see your friends struggling against the much bigger, armed man, innocent bodies butchered while they were alive, a mess of limbs spread all over the rented cabin, blank eyes always staring at you, watching you run away and leave them behind.

Were you losing your mind? It all seems so real, to the point you're not even convinced you only saw your best friend die. Are you sure you didn't peek the kitchen the moment you cowardly decided to escape? The kitchen was blocked by a wall, and yet.

Cold water splashes all over your face, feeling the softness of your palm rub the skin, trying to come back to reality, to remind yourself that it's impossible to have seen the other bodies. The crime scene report is repeated over and over like a mantra, serving as a permanent reminder that you weren't there. No, not when only a body was found in the living room.

The person looking back at you in the mirror is a far cry from who you used to be. The dark circles in your eyes resemble more a dead girl walking than a real, healthy body, and perhaps that's what you are. If it weren't for the constant feeling of crippling dread and the tears spilling down your cheeks like a broken dam, you could've fooled a mortician.

The sound of your phone vibrating against the vanity brings you back to reality from your trip to Self-Pity Land, slapping some more water on your sweaty face before deciding to take a peek at the screen.

1:38 PM.

From: Ali💗

Almost there.

It's enough to make you scurry around the room, applying enough makeup to not make your friend worry, knowing that she wanted to get you out of the house just to give you a worthy distraction.

For what seems like the first time in forever, the corners of your lips tilt up into a smile the moment your friend wraps her arms around you, holding you close despite the odd stares you're getting from the people in the diner.

“Hey, you.” Her cheerfulness was contagious, to the point that even if only for a second, you get a sense of normalcy. A sense of community, despite your own feelings about the entire situation.

Your friend can talk for two. Something that you never noticed until now, listening to her ramble about anything and everything for the past hour. In a way, it gave you the chance to dissociate in peace, the words mixing together to the point they barely made sense anymore, completely entering one ear and leaving the other.

“He's looking at you.” Alina says in a teasing whisper, nudging you with her elbow. You give her a confused glance until she looks between the man and you, giving you the look.

Your gaze connects with a pair of baby blue eyes, forcing a sharp pain to cut through your soul. His eyes look too familiar, resembling the pair you see every single day in your nightmares. His entire demeanor screams ''cocky bastard'', manspreading on the seat of the table across from you, his arm propped up on the backrest.

“Awful timing, but I have to go.” Alina says with a small frown, though it quickly changes to a little smug smirk the moment she realizes the man is still looking at you. If she even notices your pleading gaze, it goes completely ignored as she gets up from the booth, giving you a strong, goodbye hug— and the stare from the man makes it clear that it might be the last one.

“Get some.” She teases in a whisper, quickly making her way out of the diner after paying for your drinks. You feel the urge to empty your stomach, yet there's barely anything there, only the slow-growing sense of pure dread the longer you keep staring at each other. Even when you force yourself to look away, you can see him staring at you from the corner of your eye, almost able to tell he has a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.

Leaving a halfway done drink behind, you make your way out of the diner, hoping that being out with more witnesses can save you. Is that really him? You barely got the chance to see his eyes yet you never saw his face, starting to doubt yourself the longer your tired feet drag you around the street. He could be an innocent man falling victim of your trauma, simply looking to get laid— you could probably use that, too, yet his icy stare and cocky grin is carved into your damaged mind.

“Need a ride?” A deep, gravely voice offers, nearly giving you a heart attack the moment your eyes meet his. Your hand goes up to your chest, trying to calm your fast-beating heart even when he gives you a reassuring, charming smile.

“No, thank you.” Your tone is far too polite and kind, still wanting to give him the benefit of the doubt despite the fight or flight screaming at you to flee— to get away from the man you're now convinced is the same masked man who murdered your friends.

“Get in the fucking car, princess.”

The charming smile he was shooting your way is gone within a second, his icy gaze piercing through your soul now that he knows you saw through his bullshit. Your gaze drifts down to the hand lifting a part of his shirt up, revealing part of his dark, happy trail— and his handgun.

There's hesitation in your steps as you walk to the passenger's seat, already feeling the smoothie you drank starting to crawl up your throat, almost making you throw it all up, yet you do your best to hold it in, shakily getting into his car.

“… My house's up ahead.” You purposely give him the wrong address, trying to protect your family and yourself from the deranged bastard. The ride is eerily quiet, almost making you even more nervous than if he was trying to make conversation with you. There's no music playing, no humming— nothing, other than his fingers tapping against the steering wheel and his calm breathing.

“We're here.” Maybe you're reading him wrong, but there's hints of teasing bleeding through his deep voice, his eyes shining with mirth when you step out of his truck, making your way to one of the houses. You reach the front door after what feels like minutes, your hand shaking as you think of what to do. You can hear the engine of his car still behind you, not driving away even when you told him that's your home.

I don't want anyone else to die because of me. If someone opens the door, would he murder them too? He has a gun, and the way he brutalized your friends makes it clear that he's not afraid to get his hands dirty no matter the weapon. His loud laugh makes every single muscle in your body tense up, hesitantly looking back at him, the pure amusement dancing all over his face doesn't ease your fears in the slightest.

“Come back, sweetheart. I'll take you home.” And he stays true to his word, driving back in silence, his warm hand resting on your bare thigh. You don't dare look at it, simply staring out of the window, feeling every single callus on his hand while the scenery gets more and more familiar. The black mold in your soul spreads by the second, threatening to rot you from the inside out, bubbling up into a disgusting brew as he stops in front of your house.

Your eyes briefly meet his, his pupils starting to dilate the same way they did when he was done brutalizing your friends; just like a predator who has never failed to catch his prey. You never gave him your address— in fact, you didn't say a single word since you got back into his truck, yet he still found his way to your house.

It's all starting to make sense. Despite assuming it's all a product of your paranoia, you've been catching hints of the masked man everywhere you go, blue eyes always staring right into your soul.

“Not gonna invite me over for some coffee?” Technically, it is a question, yet you both know saying no to him is not even on the table.

“Sure… I can make you a coffee.” Perhaps inviting a serial killer is not the brightest idea, yet what other options do you even have? He knows where you live and the places you frequent, you're not safe anywhere. His hand drifts down to the small of your back as you open the entrance door, hesitantly letting him back into the only safe space you had, willingly allowing him to invade your life.

“Atta girl.” What should feel like praise from an older man only serves as additional mental torture, the sound of the door closing behind you making all hope of surviving him fade away.

“Come sit on my lap.” He walks to the living room as if it's his own home, not even asking for directions, simply being able to navigate his way around like he's been here before— deep inside, you know he has. Your nose starts to sting as he sits down on the couch and forces you to straddle him, your thighs around his, allowing you to feel all the muscle.

“Don't cry…” He taunts, only now making you aware of the hot tears dripping down your cheeks, your lips trembling as he pushes you closer by the ass, pressing your clothed cunt against his hardening dick. His face is buried on he crook of your neck, loudly inhaling your scent as his starts to grind against you, calloused hands roaming all over your pretty body.

“Wanna feel my cock?” The vigorous head shake you give him is enough to make him laugh, open-mouthed kisses planted all over your neck and shoulders, not caring about leaving any marks. You can barely register the sound of his zipper coming down until he's guiding your hand to his warm, hardening dick.

You're too shaky to even do anything about it, disgust and nervousness turning into a dangerous mix, yet Keegan is a patient man. A patient man who gently makes your fingers wrap around his shaft, guiding your movements to jerk him off, getting even harder underneath your touch. Low grunts and muffled moans are spilled right into your ear, clearly getting off despite your very clear fear.

“You're doing so good, princess…” He murmurs. Keegan's free hand starts to sneak his way inside your shirt, slipping past your bra, his thumb brushing past your hardening nipple. Your brain is able to recognize that fight or flight aren't options anymore, so just like a wild animal trying to avoid a fight; you freeze.

Your shaky breaths mingle together, only interrupted by the low groans he lets out, his hand leaving yours for the first time, leaving you unsure of what to do. Despite the tears falling down your cheeks and the muffled whimpers, your hand keeps moving up and down his shaft, not wanting to die by his dirty, blood-tainted hands.

Keegan's mind isn't broken enough to not know it's wrong, yet it has been broken enough to the point he simply doesn't care. Thrown away by his brothers in arms and the marines, he doesn't have anything else to lose. No life purpose, other than to bring others the same pain he has suffered for years.

A quiet whimper escapes your lips as he moves your hand away from his cock, using his tip to move your underwear aside. His free hand goes to the back of your head, encouraging you to hide your pretty, tear-stained face on the crook of his neck, fully muffling your cries the moment he penetrates you. His dick is way too thick for his own good— stretching you open forcefully, despite the way he's actually going out of his way to make it as painless as possible.

“Shh, it's okay, kid. Just enjoy it.” He whispers into your ear, running a reassuring hand up and down your back, starting to move inside you, as if what he's doing could be even remotely enjoyable. A low, throaty moan makes its way out of his lips the moment he manages to bottom out, your body responding to the forced intrusion by getting you wet, not able to register that you don't want it.

Breaking you apart is the closest thing to religion he's ever gotten. Keegan's lips crash against yours as his hips start to thrust up faster and deeper, growing more desperate by the second despite how wrong he knows it is. He shouldn't be enjoying this, yet he's just a broken, terrible man, the little sobs leaving your lips only making him fuck into you harder.

The human body works in odd, awful ways. You don't want this, yet every single nerve inside your cunt is being stimulated by his long shaft, sending signals to your body that make it feel much better after you got wet. The small moan that gets ripped out from your throat makes him break away from the kiss, amusement written all over his face.

Keegan's forehead leans against yours as his hips rock against yours, his breath hot against your face. From this position, you're able to examine his face, taking note of as many details as possible in case he decides to let you leave, no matter how slim the chances are.

Thick, black eyebrows, buzzcut, dark scruff covering his pale cheeks. High cheekbones, light blue eyes, no visible scars or moles.

You repeat it inside your head like a mantra, trying to use it as a replacement to keep your head occupied from the knot starting to tense in your stomach, tightening up more and more with each thrust. You know for a fact you're hating this, yet your body is betraying you, coating his cock with slick.

He pulls out only to slam himself back in, dragging more pathetic moans out of your lips the moment he hits your spongy cervix. The stimulation is enough to make you hide your face on the warm crook of his neck, biting your thumb hard to muffle your own sounds the moment you start tightening up around him, finally giving in to the stimulation.

Your teeth sink deeper into your skin despite the small whiny moan escaping your lips the moment your forced orgasm hits, barely conscious enough to register the cocky laugh above you, feeling his lips connect against your temple, his breath hot on your skin as he manages to pull out, shooting ropes of thick cum all over your stomach.

“See? It wasn't that bad, was it, princess?” You collapse against him with a loud exhale, not able to hold it together anymore.

“Why…?” It's all you can ask, and you're not even sure about the reason you're asking why. Why did he kill your friends? Why did he let you live? Why is he stalking you? Why did he force himself on you? Why is he caressing your body like you're made of glass, as if he didn't just destroy you into thousands of shards?

“Because I'm not right in the head anymore.”

Taglist: @h0ney-mushroom @bangtandaze @elentiyaiswriting @lollycotton @sleepydang @billiousserpent As always, thank you so much @moosch for the amazing art!! 💗💗 world-building with her has been so fucking exciting and I'm happy to finally be writing about Slasher!Keegan after we've been talking about it for months!!<333

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imagine 141 meeting sweethearts family and them being just as weird as her😂

LMAOOO G O D IT WOULD BE SO FUNNY

(Dude I'm gonna info dump so damn hard I'm sorry)

Her family is literally crack personified. They are HEAVILY, EXTREMELY AND HARSHLY based on The Amazing World of Gumball, because that was my favorite cartoon when i was growing up and i adored how crazy the family was 💀HUGE ASS FUCKING FAMILY INCOMING Her dad practically married himself in woman form (but shes more chill and introverted than him- they're both chaotic as hell), and then her siblings (eight older brothers; two are adopted, two older sisters, middle siblings who are triplets ( sister, brother and ftm brother) three younger brothers and an adopted younger sister (BASICALLY AN ALL BOY FAMILY AND SOME GIRLS SPRINKLED IN 💀)

There's the oldest brother, Who's name I have no idea yet I just call him T. He's 42 years old and is a fucking unit. He has a family with a wife and three kids. (No idea how he looks either)

The second oldest brother idk his name either is 41 years old and is also a fucking unit. He's single and is an engineer

The third oldest brother is 39 years old. Don't know what to name him lol Also another unit but has a bionic leg. He's a single father and has a daughter.

The fourth oldest brother is also 39 years old. He's tall as shit but more skinny. He has a girlfriend and a boyfriend and is a mad scientist. (Legally? Probably not. Insanely smart and makes weapons? PROBABLY YES)

The fifth oldest brother is 37 years old, his name is Grizz. He's built like his dad (big and burly with a gut) and has his personality. He's a firefighter

And then the sixth older brother, he's 36 years old (no idea what to name him) he's a CEO of a company. He has a wife and five kids

They're all absolute units like good lord

There are two adopted older brothers. One of them, who is also 36 years old, was a son to a family friend. His family died and they took him in. He's a chef. The other one, his name is Sammy, he's 35 years old and is now a musician.

The two older sisters, aka: The Domino twins, the animator and the police officer. Idk their names dammit-- but they're both 35 years old. The police officer has an eye patch and grayed early, while the animator has a scar over her other eye and black hair. (Hence why people call them Domino)

And then the triplets, all 28 years old. The sister is a hairstylist and a cosplayer, the brother is a game designer named Ezekiel, and the other brother who is trans (ftm) is a voice actor and a professional gamer. (GUESS WHAT- DONT KNOW THEIR NAMES LMAO)

And then a younger brother, who's 18 years old (last year in high school BABBYYYY) And then the younger twins who are 10 years old and then the adopted sister who is four.

(If yall are curious about them don't be afraid to ask!)

One of her aunts on the dad's side practically lives in prison because of the unlucky luck that runs in the family, the other one is the most normal one and she's a nurse, and her uncle on the mom's side that's literally a revolutionary war (to a war NO ONE HAS EVER HEARD OF) hero with HIS crazy ass family... NOT TO MENTION THE GRANDPARENTS AND GREAT GRANDPARENTS (ON BOTH FUCKIN SIDES) one was in the Italian mob and has connections that shouldn't be connections, and the other one owns a tiger, a lion and a raccoon that was the replacement for the bear when the tiger and the lion ate it. (I'll let yall decide who's who), and then one has a fortune but forgot where it's buried, and then the other one is a musician! (As I said, I'll let you decide who's who)

they invited her team(yes, Keegan as well), Los Vaqueros, and Krueger plus Graves to have like a welcome back cookout at their big country home

And the chaos IMMEDIATELY started when they got there.

The younger twins forgot that they set up a trap on the house, so when Sweetheart opened the door, she got hit in the face with a pan, fell on the ground, and then whip cream came flying out, hitting Soap in the face.

Sweet's mom: MY BABY ARE YOU OKAY???

Grizz: WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED

Police sister, to Soap: Are you okay??? Can you breathe???

Sammy, shaking Sweetheart: SWEETHEART??? SWEETHEART ARE YA GOOD??

Sweetheart, out of it: MOmMy I LoOk PreTTy?

Sammy: SHE'S DISGRUNTLED

Zeke: THAT'S THE WRONG WORD FOR THIS SITUATION YOU IDIOT

(Sammy's a bit stupid)

After that happened, Zeke led Soap to a bathroom, feeling around for any more traps. The younger twins went into a time out and Sweetheart has an ice pack for her head.

They all started talking, Sweet's mom REALLY like the boys (Especially Alejandro and Price) and Sweet's Dad really like Ghost and Roach. Grizz and VA brother like Gaz, and the adopted sister really likes Soap and Keegan. Police sister likes König's vibes and hairdresser and Sammy fuck with Krueger and Graves. All in all they like Sweetheart's co-workers and accepts them

Sweet's mom to all of them: Y'know she's single

Sweetheart: M A

And then Granny Jo Jo and Grandpa Hare, grandparents on the dad's side, came to visit and Soap and Ghost just gravitated to them.

Grandpa Hare: So yer from Manchester, eh?

Ghost: Yes sir

Grandpa Hare: I used tah live in Manchester

Ghost, a bit interested: Oh wow--

Grandpa Hare: I buried many businesses an' people there. That's why m'banned from a couple of cities.

Ghost:

Omg and then the younger twins meet Keegan:

Twin #1: Hello sir!

Twin #2: How are you?

Keegan, a bit nervous: ...I'm good, thank you. How about yourselves?

Twin #2: Good, sir? By the way--

Twin #1 and #2: What's your body count?

Keegan: Ex- excuse me?

Twin #1: How many people have you bodied?

Twin #2: Do you use knives? Or assault rifles?

Twin #1: And how did you do it?

(The animator sister covers their mouths and carries them)

Animator sister: Sorry about that, Keegan. They'll go in time out again

Their muffled "no's" go on and on while Keegan just stands there 🧍‍♂️like wtf why'd they ask me that LOL (and time out is just them being in their room HA)

OMG Alejandro went to open a drawer to find spoons, and instead he found MANY restraining orders and banned letters

Sweet's mom saw his surprised face and she quickly closed the drawer

Sweet's mom: Wrong drawer! And also those were a long time ago, half of them either forgave us or went out of business!

Sweet's mom, mumbles: Except the ones out of country... they still remember the fires...

Alejandro: still remember what

(Bro I could go on and on about them LMAO I want to flesh these characters out some more too, so if you have any input SEND AN ASK!! 💗💗)

#i love Sweetheart's family #lil devils they are #black fem reader #task force 141 x reader #los vaqueros #shadow company #black reader #ghost call of duty #call of duty keegan #alejandro mw2 #alejandro cod #x female reader #cod x y/n #x reader #cod ocs #mw2 headcanons #141 sweetheart #141 sweetheart headcanons #hunter's ask lounge ☕️

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felicitysmoaksx · 6 months

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JJ’s Fic and Moodboard Masterlist Updated 2/28/24

Moodboards

Best Friends Brother AU || One Chicago || Sarah Reese x Connpr Rhodes

Sarah Reese: Police Officer || One Chicago || Sarah Reese Centric

Single Dad!Severide || One Chicago || Kelly Severide Centric

Halstead Brothers Adopt Reese || One Chicago || Gen

Merlyn Twins au || One Chicago & Arrow || Tommy Merlyn & Connor Rhodes

One Chicago x Jatp Fusion || One | Two | Three || One Chicago & Julie and The Phantoms || Mult-ship

The Andi AU || One | Two || One Chicago || Sarah Reese Centric & Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

The Resident x One Chicago Crossover || One | Two || The Resident & One Chicago || Gen: Conrad Hawkins & Sarah Reese

Ballet au || One Chicago || Sarah Reese Centric

Voight Family Values || One Chicago || Gen: Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

Sarah Reese as a Former Black Widow || One Chicago & Marvel Studios || Gen: Sarah Reese & Bucky Barnes

The Sisters Halstead || One Chicago || Gen: Makayla Ward & OC

MCU Spiderman Meets The Amazing Spiderman || Marvel Studios || Gen

Mockingbird || One Chicago & DC TV || Gen: Sarah Reese & Dick Grayson & Mult-Ship

Severide & Reese Step-Siblings au || One Chicago || Gen: Sarah Reese & Kelly Severide

Burgstead Pregnancy AU || One Chicago || Jay Halstead x Kim Burgess

Superstar Juke AU || Julie and The Phantoms || Julie Molina x Luke Patterson

NHL Star! Connor Rhodes || One Chicago || Connor Rhodes Centric

WHAT IF NESTA COULDN’T PHYSICALLY SPEAK IN ACOTAR? || ACOTAR || Nesta Archeron x Cassian

What if Paulo took Daisy with him when he left Clump? || Irreverent || Gen: Paulo Keegan & Daisy

FICS

Marvel Comics

The One Where Tony Survives (Alt Endgame Universe) || WIP (Series)

A Handful of Moments I Wished I Could Change (And a Tongue like a Nightmare that Cut like a Blade) || Complete || One Shot

Two Worlds (One Family) || Complete || One Shot

The Darcy Lewis Chonicles (Series)

Just Tony || Darcy Lewis and Tony Stark || One Shot

Julie and The Phantoms

Found a Time and Space || WIP || Multi-Chapter || Juke & Williex

In These Small Hours (Series) || Complete

Hollywood Tragedy Aftermath || Complete || Bobby | Trevor Wilson Centric

Do You Hear That Love? || Complete || One Shot || Willie x Alex

Melancholy Kaleidoscope || Complete || One Shot || Julie x Luke

Little Wonders (These Twists and Turns of Fate) || Complete || One Shot || Julie x Luke and Willie x Alex

One Chicago

You Held Me Up on Your Shoulders Way Up High || Chicago Med and Chicago Fire || WIP || Multi-Chapter || Sarah Reese and Kelly Severide

It Was a One Night Stand Until I Woke Up Next to You || Chicago PD || WIP (Series)

It Was a One Night Stand Until I Woke Up Next to You || WIP || Multi-Chapter || Jay Halstead x Kim Burgess

Blood Thicker Than Water || One Shot || Complete || Jay Halstead x Kim Burgess

Married But As Friends (Series) Chicago Med || Complete

Delicate || Chicago Med || Complete || One Shot || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

You Could Still See the Best in Me || Chicago Med || Complete || One Shot || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

Cause I Clutched Your Arms like Stairway Railings || Chicago Med || Complete || One Shot || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

Freeze Time, Baby Rewind || Chicago Med || Complete || One Shot || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

Friends Don't Look at Friends That Way || Chicago Med || Complete || Multi-Chapter || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

Come Back Be Here (Series) || Complete

Never Stop || Chicago Med || Complete || One Shot || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

Guilty by Association || Chicago Med || Complete || One Shot || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

If I Drift in the Wrong Direction (You Turn the Tide) || Chicago Med || Complete || One Shot || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

You & Me || Chicago Med || Complete || Multi-Chapter || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

Reader Imagines (Series)

Apartment Fire || One Chicago || Complete || One Shot || Jay Halstead & Disabled fem!reader Halstead sibling

Doctor Visit || One Chicago || Complete || One Shot || Halstead brothers Will & Jay Halstead & Disabled fem!reader Halstead sibling, and Manstead if you squint

One Chicago Soulmate AU || WIP (Series)

Your Words (Burned into My Skin) || Chicago Med || Complete || One Shot || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

In Your Eyes (and it all makes sense) || Chicago Med || Complete || One Shot || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

Sweet Nothing (All You Wanted From Me Was) || Chicago Med || Complete || One Shot || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

Long Story Short || WIP (Series)

Rare as a Glimmer of a Comet || Chicago Med || Complete || One Shot || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

Voight Family Values || WIP (Series)

Yeah, I Just Wanna Take You Home || Chicago Med || Complete || Multi-Chapter || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

Hold On, I Still Want You || Chicago Med || Complete || Multi-Chapter || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

Interlude: What If || Chicago Med || Complete || Drabble || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

Bottled Up Feelings are Silently Screaming (You Were Breaking Down) || Chicago Med || WIP || Multi-Chapter || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

DC TV

What Happened in Russia, Didn’t Stay in Russia || Arrow || Oliver x Felicity (An AU season 2 rewrite) || WIP (Series)

You’ll Always Be My Girl (or Felicity’s first scar and Oliver’s lecture) || Complete || One Shot

Slade’s Promise (Or Oliver’s Overprotective But with Good Reason) || Compete || One Shot

DC TV/Chicago Med Crossover

Mockingbird & Co.

The Same Little Breaks In Your Soul || Chicago Med || Arrow || Titans || WIP || Multi-Chapter || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

MY REDBUBBLE SHOP

MY KO-FI PAGE

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saturncodedstarlette · 1 year

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Keegan, on his knees :

Keegan, begins to kiss up their body :

Keegan : I would burn this city down if that’s what it would take to have you. Don’t ever underestimate what I am willing to do to make sure you’re right where you belong.

Y/N, just enjoying him worshipping on their body : And where is that?

Keegan, slowly moves his hands up their frame :

Keegan, memorise the masterpiece before him : With me. You belong with me.

Bonus

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persesphonestears · 1 year

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About me, Rules, Guidelines

SUBMISSIONS/REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!

About me ig:

Names I'm comfortable with people using- Percy, Perc(Purse), Persephone

⎈ Masculine Agender ⎈ It/It's Neo/Xneo pronouns (Will be blocked if she/fem pronouns used.) ⎈ Mixed - Indian and White(Australian) ⎈ 20 ⎈ Androsexual ⎈ I suffer with multiple mental health issues and disabilities - that being said, any talk of topics like them being ablest or talk of them from someone without them will be blocked. ⎈

@/persephone-reblogs is going to be my reblog account because I got a request asking for my blog to just be my posts which I agree makes it easier!!

Blank blogs (No reblogs, No posts, No pfp, No bio) will be blocked for the assumption of them being bots.

Do not spam like my work please, I appreciate people liking my work but spam liking my things doesn't help me reach anyone.

If you do wish to like my posts please at least reblog them, If you like and don't reblog I won't block you unless you've done it before and more then once already.

I will gladly take requests from people unless said otherwise or if they are closed. Though if you have never interacted with my account I will not be answering your requests.

I do not write for female/fem readers though I do reblog female/fem readers x character

More information about my personal rules and my guidelines for requests and just in general.

Rules and Guidelines.

Main basics:

I will be doing 18+/smut requests and my own ideas. Any posts made with the 18+/Smut/NSFW are forcefully for adults and people over the age of 18. If you are not of that age DO NOT INTERACT. You will be blocked immediately.

I will be writing ‘x reader’ fanfictions. All posts will not be targeted at Fem/Female aligned people as there's thousands out there already. If written ‘Fem!/Female/She/Her uses DNI’ Don't interact. I write for masculine and gender neutral readers.

Requests asked by PM’s will not be answered unless I have become close with you over tumblr or know you personally.

What I will not write. No changes. (any requests with these will have you blocked)

fem/female readers (Feminine male/nb readers are fine^^)

she/her readers

insect (adopted or step siblings aren't allowed either)

pedophillia of any kind

dub-con/non consensual/rape

hard cnc(consent-non-consent) - I will be okay with writing things with cnc if it's light and just a kink between the character and reader)

anything overly stalkerish or along the lines of yandere’s

any sort of glorification of mental illness

any sort of glorification of self harm or self destruction

beastiality

hard degradation

full on exhibition

piss/scat kinks

female pet names (eg, baby girl, princess)

age regression (I have nothing wrong with it, I am just not comfortable writing it.)

OC’s x reader. Self explanatory.

physical appearance of reader|y/n, things like, eye color, hair color, skins color/tone. To show these I will use things like e/c, h/c, s/c. I will also not be writing any black! reader as I myself am not black and I'm not in any right to write for another race.

Characters I am writing for atm:

Call of Duty -

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick

John ‘Bravo Six’ Price

Alejandro Vagras

Rodolfo ‘Rudy’ Parra

Valeria ‘El sin Nombre’ Garza

Operator König

Alex Keller

Keegan P. Russ

Farah Ahmed Karim

Gary 'Roach" Sanderson

Top Gun: Maverick

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin

Robert 'Bob' Floyd

Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace

Javy 'Coyote' Machado

Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia

Reuben "Payback" Fitch

Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell [Preferably platonic]

#rules and guidelines #persephone says stuff #persephone writes

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konigbabe · 1 year

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little storm (part i; snow patrol)

Author: @konigbabe

Pairing: Keegan Russ x fem!OC

Word count: 3.9k

Tags/warnings: hurt/comfort; canon-typical violence; medical inaccuracies; military inaccuracies; violence; injuries; explicit language; keegan calls you 'kid'; eventual smut [in later parts]

Summary: Keegan thought saving her and getting both of them out of the enemy lines was nothing but an easy job; that was before her true character shows up—and before the plan goes crumbling down.

masterlist • faq • AO3

A/N: Even with the fem!character being OC, this could maybe be considered a reader fic as well as I won't be specifying anything about the OC [kali]; her characterization will stay very vague.

little storm: part ii • part iii [final]

The metallic taste lingers on her tongue as if a bad wine had been poured down her throat and left to fester. The sour, vinegar-like flavor is almost unbearable, yet it clings to her tastebuds, refusing to be forgotten.

The voices keep screaming: Everyone out! Find a parachute and jump! Stop wasting time! The same words repeat themselves, an incessant chant that grows in intensity with each throbbing beat of her headache. Get out, they urge her.

RPG!

Incoming!

Hand around her bicep, pushing her aside. Back colliding hard against the unforgiving metal side of the chopper, heavy thud, air leaving her lungs upon the impact. Then there’s the heat preceded by the bright light. People, men, soldiers grasping the ropes, her fingers tightly squeezing the bench.

The world keeps tilting and spinning. A simple slip of a hand and she starts sliding. Callsigns are soon replaced by names; too personal, only meaning one thing—deathbed. her name resonates nearby. Someone slips past her; a young soldier she’s met a few hours ago, wide eyes briefly meeting hers, arms reaching anywhere to hold before he falls.

Beeping reverberates through the metal, menacing red light flashing in regular intervals. Rough fingers enclose her wrist, tugging upwards with startling force. The material of the gloves is rough and unforgiving, scratching her delicate skin as someone keeps their firm grip on her.

Everything feels slow as the hand around her wrist lets go soon afterward, accompanied by a gruff voice commanding her to move. To take the jump.

Freefalling, her eyes fixate on the burning ball of fire above her, a gentle breeze kissing the exposed flesh of hers. The force of gravity pulls her downward, stealing the air from her lungs.

One last breath.

It all becomes blurry.

Numbness follows the utter chaos.

The chill of the night air wraps around her body like an icy embrace, the sky slowly darkening under the canopy of trees above. Before she can drift back into a peaceful slumber, a voice calls to her, and the calmness is quickly replaced by a dull ache that grows until it feels like a thousand needles pricking her chest, her back. Everywhere. A firm hand presses against her collarbones, intensifying the pain that radiates throughout her entire being.

A low, raspy croak leaves her lips as her eyes peel open to the world of confusion and ambiguity that surrounds her. A dark figure looms above her, crouching down just barely enough for her trembling hand to shoot out in a desperate attempt to grab it; but before her fingers can touch the silhouette, a cold grasp wraps around her wrist, halting her motion in its tracks.

It takes a moment for her eyes to focus on the person before her, and then the reality of the situation sets in. The rough fabric of his glove glides over her cheek. The sudden glare of the light is almost too much to bear, and then with a gentle smack, his palm connects with her cheek, awakening her sense.

A ringing echoes in her ears as she hears the murmurs of the people around her.

“What the fuck,” she utters, quiet and confused.

Eyes focused on the man before her, recognition hits her the moment his face turns back to her. The sergeant from the chopper. The one that wasn’t supposed to be there. Keegan, they called him. The Ghost, some mentioned.

“Can you walk, kid?”

His eyes, topaz blue and so clear that it seems like the ocean's depths are reflecting back at her, a hue that seems to have been plucked right from the clearest of summer skies; it takes her by surprise how close he actually is now that she’s fully conscious.

Clenching her hands tightly, she wiggles her toes. Feeling the tightness in her muscles, she pulls her knees up. With a deep breath, she sits up, and with a determined voice, she answers with a firm, "I think so."

Keegan's eyes survey her intently; quick examination, seems to pass as he stands up with his arm extended toward her.

Taking it, he supports her weight momentarily. The voices grow louder, torch lights shedding light all around. Foreign, that much can she deciphers; Spanish, she figures soon enough, listening to the shouting.

Look for potential survivors! Hostiles in the area! Bring them to the compound! They all blend together into one big mush but that one word sticks out—hostil; hostile. Enemy forces.

“We need to go,” Keegan's gruff voice interrupts the incoming voices. Securing the sniper file on his shoulder, he stands tall next to her. His shoulder slightly pushes against hers, sending her forward. Pain shoots up her whole body as if she’s just been punched in the stomach by a battering ram. Hand laying flat against the flimsy material of her torn jacket, the dull ache intensifies with the pressure.

The night air feels still and oppressive as if it is waiting for the next move.

One last glance at the unsuspecting soldiers and she follows in Keegan’s footsteps, unsure what to do next.

The frigid air bites at her uncovered digits, each icy bite sending a jolt of pain through her sensitive skin as she vigorously rubs them together in a feeble effort to warm up. The snow melts in her shoes, boots clearly not designed for cold weather. It reaches her knees almost. Hopping in Keegan’s footsteps, who is seemingly unfazed by the bitter cold, she feels like a rabbit scurrying to keep up.

“We need to find some shelter,” the sergeant speaks, back toward her. The broad expanse of his shoulders shields her from the front, providing relief from the frosty breeze coming his way.

Looking at her almost frost-bitten fingers, she tucks them back underneath the jacket as she mumbles, “No shit.”

Keegan’s head turns to the side, the darkness of his mask almost imperceptible against the snowflakes that seemed to dance in harmony with the skull pattern, the beanie protecting the rest of his head as only the black-painted eyes shine through, piercing through the night.

“What was that?”

“Yes, sir,” her voice grows more determined and resolute despite its quavering tremor; lips too numb from the cold, making it hard to form words.

“Keegan,” she thinks it’s only in her head as huh leaves her mouth in a cloud of vapor.

“Call me Keegan, forget the formalities,” he repeats.

Leaning against the tall, sturdy cedar tree, her skin is met with a harsh, rough texture. Pain spreads through her body like liquid, back burning as she lets the cool air soothe the lasting ache.

It takes her a few quick strides to catch up with Keegan, the sound of the snow crunching beneath her feet as she goes. Even though the coldness of the air prickles against her skin, Keegan strides forward with a confident gait, seemingly unaffected by the wintry chill.

“Where are we going anyway?” her curiousness seeps through her.

The soldier doesn’t respond; long strides distancing himself from her form before stopping by snow-covered bushes. A hiss escapes her lips as she steps on a jagged rock hidden beneath the icy layer of the ground, the pain jolting through her body and awakening the frozen cells of her soles.

Keegan's head snaps around, his gaze fixed in her direction, and even though his expression is indiscernible underneath the mask, she can feel the intensity of his eyes as they look through her.

“You sure you’re alright, kid?” his voice remains stern despite the almost touching question.

“Yeah,” is all she can muster; trying to push aside the throbbing pain in her leg. A few steps forward and she stands just a foot from him, eyes drawn to the sniper rifle slung across his shoulder.

“Good,” he nods, reaching for the thigh holster, “then have this.”

With that, a handgun appears in his gloved hand. Its black, sleek design both beautiful and ominous; the irony of such a breathtaking thing being able to take a life with a simple flick of a finger.

His arm remains extended, his eyes boring into hers; the dark, charcoal paint smeared by the melted snow.

“I don’t do shooting,” she declines his offer, hands by her sides.

He stays stoic for a moment as if processing her words, “her’re military.”

Nodding, hands moving to her pant pockets, she agrees with him, “yeah—but I’m recon.”

An audible sigh leaves his lips, mask stretching to accommodate the open-mouth movement. Keegan looks at her momentarily before securing the handgun back into its place.

“Why are you giving it to me now anyway,” she asks.

“There,” he crouches down, an audible crack follows as his knee bend, and nods somewhere in front of him where she can’t see, “we need shelter, there’s a snowstorm coming.”

“Didn’t pin you as a weatherman,” she mumbles.

Following in his footsteps, she takes his side; a small cottage-like structure stands multiple feet from her hidden figures. It’s small, looks barely the size of one room, light hardly making it through the miniature windows decorating the side facing her. A man masked in white camouflage and a black vest stands outside, a cigarette between his lips, rifle by his side.

“Is that a guardhouse?”

“Safehouse,” Keegan lies down, almost hidden beneath the bushes; the black material of his uniform gets slowly covered by the incoming snow. With his rifle in hand, he aims it through the scope as he scans the surroundings.

The man, guard, stands facing her direction; if it was daytime, he’d surely see her, black amongst the white, now cloaked in darkness. Keegan shifts, bringing a small, torch-like device out, and handing it to her.

A laser.

“With all due respect,” she starts, fingers wrapped around the device already, “what do you expect me to do? Go in blind and catch a bullet?”

The man looks at her momentarily, eyes dancing across her face, boring into hers for a second before he answers, nuisance evident in his voice, “didn’t you say you’re recon?”

A simple yeah leaves her lips in a wisp of smoke.

“Then go mark my targets,” he bites back, irritation seeking into his otherwise calm, stoic tone.

It’s almost impossible for her to feel the hard material of the laser with how frozen her fingers are. Putting the device into a pocket, she wiggles her arms, blood warming up the cold limbs slowly.

“What’re you doin’?” Keegan’s voice stops her movement for a second.

Stepping to follow the tree line, she look back at him, “warmin’ up a bit, I’m freezing.”

He looks at her in disbelief, “move your ass, kid.”

“I’m sorry I haven’t dressed appropriately for chopper take down and snow patrol, sarge—my boots are wetter than the Pacific Ocean, it’s creepin’ up my legs, can’t feel my fingers but she still wants me to go into a lion’s den alone, unarmed—”

“Do you ever shut up?” Keegan stops her, adjusting his leg to lie more comfortably as he looks at her.

“In certain circumstances; yes, I do,” she reassures the masked sniper, moving further along the tree line, blending in the shadows but still within his reach.

That’s when she hears him talk again, “you weren’t that talkative out there.”

Turning toward him one last time, she responds with “I was frozen,” before making her way toward the safe house. The guard is barely visible as snow begins to fall heavier than earlier, his camo doing its job perfectly in hiding the man from her naked eyes.

Taking a deep breath, the familiar feeling of adrenaline floods her veins, fingertips tingling with excitement as she nears the building, heartbeat picking up.

A small transom window decorates the side of the house. Slight light shines through the glass; shadows move inside as she nears it, carefully avoiding the outside guard. One hand at a time, fingers hooked over the frame, a pain-filled groan seeps through her clenched teeth—the stretch of skin feeling as if she is torn apart.

She could swear she’s heard a rip when her legs tangle in the air momentarily. Letting go, she lands softly, expertly on the soft snow. A shadow is cast on the edge of the safe house, the guard coming around. Swiftly moving to the wall, hand groping her side, a wet sticky texture clings to her exposed flesh.

Fuck—

The guard’s footstep echo near her; breath hitching, her form freezes.

Thud.

The white of his mask turns burgundy red. Chestnut hair sticking to his face, glassy eyes mirroring the same color stare at her. His empty body screams death, murder—Keegan.

She moves back, careful not to step on the body that lies in the way, taking his transmitter in the process as she makes her way toward another window, this time much lower, easier to access compared to the last one.

Single room, three men; big, burly, she’d call them intimidating in the past, now they don’t scare her that much (and it’s not because she has a sniper on her six). Lightly armed, rifles recklessly laying in the far corner of the room.

Turning to face the direction of Keegan, she points the laser at the ground and presses the button three times. The transmitter in her hand crackles, a stream of Spanish echoing through. her gaze shifts to the window as she sees one of the men talking through it, calling for his comrade.

Putting the transmitter on the ground, heart pounding in anticipation as she prepares herself.

Quick run toward the door, she hides behind the near wall the very same moment the handle starts going down. He steps out, the warm air colliding with the freezing cold outside, creating a mild mist behind his back. Slow deep breaths fill her lungs, she swears that if he decided to look just a little bit more to the right, his eyes would stare straight at her silhouette.

After searching the dark, eerie environment illuminated only by the faint light emanating from the building, he reaches for the transmitter—only to stop midway as he hears a faint crackling in the snow to his left. A confused What…? gets mumbled beneath the white mask.

Laser on, she aims it at the back of his head, careful not to raise suspicion among the guards, and turn it off when he reaches the end of the wall.

The moment his broad figure reaches the end of the front of the building, his back towards Keegan, he falls. Head first, she sees his back disappearing behind the safe house. Laser in her hand, she puts it on twice again and slams the opened door shut with tremendous force, the wood around the frame quivering from the impact.

Both guards exit the building right away. Backs toward her hidden figure, the laser flickers from one to another. Keegan doesn’t waste any more time; bodies drop on sight, vivid splashes of crimson red staining their white uniforms.

His figure looming from the shadows, he comes towards her position; strides confident, rifle loosely hanging on his shoulder, the sniper’s eyes scan the environment once more while she stands by the door, between the two bodies.

“Good shots,” she says, her voice a reverent murmur of admiration as she grips the lifeless body of the smallest soldier tightly. Keegan’s hands wrap around the other guy’s arms, dragging the body behind the safe house, a sinister trail of red left behind a stark contrast to the peaceful winter landscape around her.

The bodies pile up; the smell of death is pervasive, and she can almost taste the metallic tang of the spilled blood in the winter air.

Stepping into the safehouse, its warmth immediately welcomes her in its embrace. Slight relief washes over her, finally able to feel the blood circulating in her system.

“By the way,” Keegan steps inside, layers of white camo in his hands, “you should work more on your pull-ups. That was straight-up embarrassing, kid.”

The comforting scent of cedar permeates the room, a welcome respite from the actual situation she’s found herself in—even when knowing that this safehouse isn’t that safe for her; just a fleeting safety until the snowstorm passes.

He’s been quiet ever since their last conversation;

The crackling of wood fills the room as Keegan moves around, his movements lithe and graceful with her offering a small helping hand.

“Clothes off,” he commands.

“If you want to see me naked that much, you can just say it,” chuckling, she manages to silence the moan clawing at her throat as the adrenaline wears off—a dull ache returning to haunt her bruised flesh, stinging pain on her back.

Keegan notices.

Of course he does.

She has a feeling he’s known for some time but now he looks almost fed up with her escapades. Striding towards her with determination, he stands in front of her in a flash. Hands firmly on her jacket, he meets no resistance, unzipping the jacket and gripping her shirt, pulling the material up—her struggle useless against the mass of the muscle.

“It’s not internal,” she twists away from him, but with a firm grip, he holds her still. Gloves long gone, Keegan’s fingers trace the most visible bruising, and each touch sends jolts of pain through her entire body. She can feel the heat of his hands, and the cold of her skin; it's a strange sensation, one that feels both uncomfortable and oddly comforting.

The cuts don’t escape his attention either.

“You’re not a medic,” he disregards her attempts to reason, examining the drying blood.

“Neither an idiot, Keegan,” she basically growls back at him, snatching his hand off of her, “if it was internal, I’d already be on the ground, in pain…or dead.”

He glares at her, unwavering.

The shirt still bundled around her ribcage, he speaks again, “turn around.”

And she does just that without as much as a bite back.

It’s somehow consoling, the way he takes care of her; even if they’ve known each other for less than a day.

The warmth of his fingers returns to her skin, feathery touches kissing the painful flesh, following the curve of her spine—bottom to top, top to bottom, then along the sides.

It stings, sometimes. Light jabs, like needles, sending jolts through her skin.

“I think I fell on a rock or something solid,” her eyes follow the dancing flames of the small bonfire Keegan managed to set up to warm their bodies. Turning her head to the side, she can see his eyes glazing over her exposed, naked back; focused, concentrated as she feels his fingertips glaze over each cut deliberately.

The bonfire casts flickering shadows over his masked face, marigold flames blending with the topaz color like a sunset over the horizon.

“It’s from the tree branches you fell through. Looks worse than it is,” Keegan says in a low voice, his hand slowly moving away from her back, “still needs some cleaning though.”

Walking toward an old, rusty box hidden by the wall, the man turns his head to look at her, “take the shirt off.”

“Y’know,” she starts, fidgeting with the bloodied material between her fingers, “I don’t usually take my clothes off for someone whose face I’m yet to see.”

Keegan simply stands there, expressionless; a sigh leaves her lips, silent incoherent Whatever as she gives up with his staring, simply following the order given to her by the sergeant.

His hands move with cunning adroitness, slowly cleaning the cuts and scratches. The pain slowly ebbs away, replaced by the cool feel of water poured over the irritated skin; drying the wounds with her now ruined shirt, she sits on the table, his body at a perfect height to match hers, making it easy for him to help her; the tension of her muscles subduing away with each gentle touch.

“Where are the others,” she asks into the silence of the room, the outside snowstorm creating a white noise that encases the building like a cocoon, “The rest of my team?”

“KIA.”

Seems like history’s repeating itself.

Hissing at the sharp pain in her shoulder, she attempts to wriggle away—only for her escape to be halted by his hand on her shoulder; the length of his slender fingers lingering over her exposed collarbone, barely grazing the top of her bra; yet he doesn't seem to realize the intimate position of his hand placement and she doesn't attempt to do anything about it, finding it rather strangely comforting, despite the vulnerability that comes with it.

“Do you ever take the mask off?”

“No.”

“Not even in the shower?” she persists, lips curling into a teasing smile, “are you ugly underneath that? Nah—doubt that.”

“You talk too much,” he brushes her off, hand leaving her collarbone; and suddenly, the room feels too cool, chilly as she sits on the table, shirtless, with her back toward the Ghost; vulnerable. Turning around, knees bend over the edge, legs hanging loosely, she watches Keegan throwing the used material in the bonfire—no evidence of her presence to be ever found once they’re gone.

A realization hits her as she gazes upon the man, now clothed in the garments of hostiles, as his own now lies burned in the bonfire’s pit. “Are you okay?” she asks, tone laced with slight concern over her companion.

Keegan looks at her; a second passes and she could swear he looks slightly taken aback by the sincere question but soon enough, he nods with a simple “yeah”.

Weapons spread on the table before him, the same one she occupied an hour ago, her eyes follow the movement of his fingers; slender and punctilious—an almost poetic grace, carefully and precisely placing each piece in its rightful place. Like a master of his craft, Keegan quietly prepares the weaponry; the bonfire between them casting a nearly enigmatic aura onto his figure.

The soldier's cargo pants hang low on her hips, staying in place only with the help of the belt. It's a much more comfortable and warmer feeling than her old snow-soaked uniform and blood-stained uniform. The snowstorm has finally died down as well.

Tugging one gun in her thigh holster, she puts on the black thick vest, taking it off moments later.

It’s too big; made for a man.

“I don’t think that’ll help me blend in,” she mentions while going through the plan again — find a compound, get in, get a car, get out — Keegan thought of every detail as he’s told her the plan before; his sense of precision showing up as he spoke—slow and clear, ensuring both of them are on the same page.

The sergeant looks up at her drowning in the uniform, his stare lingers for a moment; then he goes back to finishing his handy work, preparing for the mission.

“Just wear it, they won’t question it.”

“I have boobs; I think they will notice I’m not a man,” she replies, a hint of defiance in her voice.

Her remarks don’t go unnoticed.

His eyes bore into hers, gaze unflattering before moving down, unbothered, right at her chest, deep in thought, “no, they won’t.”

Mouth hanging open in silent resentment, the Ghost goes to secure a thigh holster on himself firmly, putting a loaded handgun in.

“If you get shot I’m not saving you.”

[part ii]

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