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warming his bed… keegan x fem reader

summary: keegan comes back from deployment and finds you already waiting for him. warnings: sexual content

imagine your military boyfriend keegan trudging into his apartment like a shadow in the middle of the night, surprised to find your pretty flats neatly positioned beside his large boots at the front door. he knows you have a key to his place, but using it while he’s gone is…new. the apartment still smells of his natural musk, with a lingering sweetness that points his thoughts to you as he closes his eyes and inhales deeply, already welcomed home before you can even say the words. he opens his bedroom door slowly and approaches your sleeping figure all curled up under his dark sheets, wearing his t-shirt and boxers that are too big for you. his heavy bags thud on the floor when he drops them and leans over you, bracing his hands against the mattress. there’s a creaking sound that comes from his sudden weight, stirring you in your sleep. keegan presses his body down around you and kisses your forehead. you squirm a bit, whimpering softly as he wraps his large biceps around you, nearly collapsing in exhaustion and desperation to feel you. to smell your hair, the nape of your neck that his nose skims down hungrily. he breathes out heavily and breathes you in, burying his face into your chest.

imagine his hips aligning with yours, and the hot bulge of his erection sliding between your legs, growing bigger and bigger between the lazy kisses he drops to your collarbone, his lips sucking gently to taste you after months of waiting so long for this. for you. he sighs and murmurs, “i’m here, baby…” in a raspy, gravelly tone he doesn’t expect you to hear. but you’re slowly slipping away from your dreams, fluttering your eyes open as they adjust to the darkness. you feel keegan’s body on yours before you see him, and that’s enough. your arms come around him, tight around the sore muscles that flex beneath your touch. “kee?” you whisper, rubbing your eyes. he glances up, moving closer until his face is hovering over yours. his dog tags dangle between the breaths you share, and you stare up at him, taking your tentative hand down his hollowed cheekbone.

imagine the silence—the unspoken words that pass through this moment as you recognize the look in each other’s eyes. imagine him lowering his mouth to yours, crushing them together in an open kiss that parts your lips under his immediately. you cup the back of his head and moan when your tongues slide together, dirty and slow like the way his hips rock back and forth, pressing into your core. imagine him kissing you at a devouring pace, sliding his rough hands under his shirt you’re wearing to squeeze your breasts and run down your waist. you gasp and arch your back at his touch, helplessly unyielding as he undresses you, looking down at your naked body illuminated in the moonlight peaking through his curtains. then he steps back and unbuckles his belt, undoing his uniform from his broad, built body while his bright blue eyes remain on yours, never flinching away. he smirks a bit at your stare, but he still has yet to break the silence.

imagine him positioning himself back in missionary, slanting his mouth over yours in a sweet kiss. you whine softly when he tugs your bottom lip back, your hands gripping his biceps hard in anticipation for what’s to come next. imagine the eye contact—the dark, heavy-lidded look he gives you as he slides his cock inside of you, stretching your pussy out inch by inch. “fuck, i missed you,” he groans, his lips brushing yours. you gasp at the pressure filling you up, the familiarity of it but also how it’s been far too long since you last felt him pulsing against your walls, all the way in your lower stomach. you clamp down around him so tight that he grunts and drops his head to your shoulder. “i’m sorry, baby, i should’ve warmed you up first…”

you shake your head, digging your nails into his backside. “can’t wait any longer,” you whimper and throw your head back. “please, kee…” you beg, bending your knees to spread yourself wider for him. he sucks hard on your neck and starts thrusting, barely fucking you, just rolling his hips back and forth at a gentle, tired pace. his fingers play with your nipples and stroke down your torso as he makes love to you slowly, quieting your shaky breath through the sloppy kisses he drops to your lips. at one point, he breaks away for air and presses his forehead to yours, panting a bit when he whispers, “you’ve been warmin’ my bed for me, huh?”

“mm…” your head lolls around sleepily as you trace your fingertips down his back muscles, feeling your way around the hard, defined ridges and some of the scars, too. keegan nuzzles his nose against yours, and you reply, “i just wanted to be closer to you.”

“yeah?” he says quietly, “and why’s that?”

you tug him down by his dog tags, whispering, “’cause i missed you, asshole,” against his lips. he chuckles a low sound under his breath, “i should make you pay for that,” and closes the distance, kissing you with a languorous stroke of his tongue thrusting deep inside your throat, right as his cock bottoms out. your pussy squeezes him, dripping wet, desperate like the sound you make when you moan, “oh—oh, you feel so good…”

imagine him pumping deep inside of you, fucking you through the night, sliding together in a sweaty, tangled mess. imagine him grunting and groaning into your kisses, into your chest when he’s sucking on your tits and grabbing at your hips, greedily taking back the lost time. you breathe hard and heavy against each others’ mouths, embracing each other as your bodies join as one. and still, some part of you still wishes you could get even closer, burning with this impossible need you’re constantly chasing, while he crawls his way back to you every time.

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just like old times. hiromi higuruma x fem reader

summary: hiromi was your academic rival and fuck buddy at law school. now, many years later, you win a case against him as lawyers working for rival firms, and he “congratulates” you. warnings: sexual content

if there’s one thing you and hiromi always had in common, it’s that you both hate to lose. you met him at law school, a few years his junior in age, but the difference hardly prevented you from keeping up with him. competition with test scores, mock trials, and brownie points from your professors just fueled the burning frustration every time your bodies got too close, like gasoline to a flame.

even after all this time, some things never change.

“fuck,” you moan, eyes rolling back, “ohhh, fuck…” hiromi’s cock pounds into you as he holds you against the wall of this tiny courthouse storage closet, gripping the underside of your thighs in tighter and tighter squeezes that dig into your skin. he moves his hips against yours roughly, his raspy groans sounding in your ear. you tighten your legs around his waist and gasp when you hear your thin stockings rip, but he doesn’t pause or slow down, burying his face in the crook of your neck through a low, muffled grunt.

“is that all you got?” you breathe, “can’t fuck me harder?”

your words set him ablaze exactly how you hoped, and the untouchable, buttoned-up man you always see right through suddenly snaps, clamping a firm hand down on your mouth.

you make a “mmph” sound against his palm as your gazes lock, and he stares at you, still pumping deep inside of you. you’re both glaring at each other darkly, his eyes piercing into you like glass.

“you’re dripping all over me, and you want more,” he murmurs, sliding his hand down to grip your throat. your lips part slightly, and your mouth waters with desire, curving up slightly when he leans in close. almost a kiss, but not quite.

“you’re still a greedy little brat, aren’t you?”

you smile. “and you still can’t beat me in court.”

he chuckles drily under his breath right before closing the distance between your mouths, kissing you hard and slow as his tongue languorously tangles around yours. you part your lips wide for him and tilt your head, moaning a dirty sound into the kiss at the feeling of his cock pushing up against your guts. he slides through your slick, gummy walls that clench around him, in and out, back and forth until you can’t kiss him back anymore, pathetically panting for the air he steals every time your lips collide again. you whimper and fist his shirt, gripping him tight like he’s your lifeline.

“hiromi,” you gasp, “oh, just like that…you’re so big, god, i feel you so deep…”

“ahh, there it is,” he teases in a low voice. his forehead comes down on yours as he watches you fall apart, your eyebrows furrowed and your lips swollen, pouting with every thrust he drives into you.

“c’mon, pretty girl, cum for me…”

your breath hitches—the same exact way you always do when you’re close. hiromi holds your gaze, never once breaking his pace, hitting the spots that have been left untouched for so long. the knot in your stomach tightens, and you cry out as you drop your face into his shoulder, shuddering hard from the way you unravel from the inside out, feeling an aching, tingling pulse in your core. he cups the back of your head and strokes you softly, shushing your whimpers and cries that carry you through your orgasm like the tide rolling out, warmly coating your body in a hazy, familiar euphoria. he’s still inside of you when you pull back from him, catching your breath while his pulsing cock remains lodged inside your pussy.

“mm, i missed you,” you whisper, winding your arms around his neck. he kisses your forehead, silent other than his heavy breathing.

“you missed this,” he corrects you after a beat. you shake your head and nuzzle yourself into his chest, sighing at the feeling of his embrace.

“shut up,” you mumble, “always arguing with me…”

he smirks. his mind wanders back to the memories where you were always neck and neck, bickering in front of your peers, only for them to never discover the two of you fucking in the library after hours…making out in tucked away corners on campus…refusing to help each other study and using sex as a distraction, but really an excuse to be together. without actually being together.

now, the two of you have grown a little older and wiser. and still, it was just like old times.

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back scratches keegan x fem reader

summary: scratching keegan’s back (fluffy vs. smutty) warnings: sexual content a/n: the switch-up basically sums up my personality

back scratches with keegan p. russ where he lays his head down on your stomach, the rest of his tall body trailing down between your legs as he wraps his big, beefy arms around your torso. he presses his mouth near your belly button, kissing you where he knows you’re ticklish. you giggle while taking your freshly done nails to his sculpted backside, occasionally dragging your touch up to his hair, digging into his scalp like he’s your little puppy. “you’re so cute,” you murmur, lightly scratching the hard plane of his shoulder blades. he looks up at you, his cold blue gaze clearly unimpressed. cute isn’t how he’d describe himself as someone who’s capable of killing another man. but all you see right now is your touch starved boyfriend, cuddling up to your warm body and getting irritated when your hands take a break from touching him. “cute, huh?” he says quietly. “mhmmm, you’re my babyyy…” you tease him. he drops his head back down to your stomach and kisses you a bit lower, slowly dragging your underwear down for more access. “we’ll see who’s still laughing…”

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back scratches with keegan p. russ where his cock is pounding into your tight hole, fucking you deep and rough into the mattress that creaks under the weight of his movements. but it’s not louder than you as you grab his back and moan, “oh—keegan—” dragging your nails down his scarred skin. he feels the sting of pain and eats it right up, pressing his fingertips down on your lower stomach where the length of his cock pushes through your guts. you whine and squirm under his touch, and he stares down at you, breathing hard as his dog tags hover over your face. your pussy squelches around his cock, dripping down your inner thighs like you’re his dirty little cumslut. “fuck, baby, you’re making a mess…” he grunts, snapping his hips into yours. you whimper and clutch his shoulders, your lips already parted when he leans down to kiss you, still moving deep inside of you as he hits all the spots that make you cry out against his mouth, letting him swallow all your noises. “almost there, pretty girl, you’re almost there…” he whispers breathlessly. you suddenly gasp and dig your nails into his back, squeezing so hard that you’re sure to leave marks. keegan groans and drops his face near your ear, thrusting into you through your release before collapsing onto your body with a heavy sigh, lethargically kissing the side of your face as you catch your slowing breath. you run your fingers over the red scratches you left on his back, knowing he’s going to be all smug about them later, looking at them in the mirror. “damn, kid, you were out for blood…”

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keegan sounds (my headcanons) keegan x fem reader

summary: just things you'll hear (and won't hear) while dating keegan warnings: sexual content a/n: i love me a quiet military man

dating keegan p. russ means knowing he's not a man of many words, lots of "mhmm"s and "oh, yeah?"s during conversations. he holds bold, silent eye contact as you talk out of your ass for hours, the light blue color in his eyes literally staring into your soul. he cocks his head to the side a bit when you start stammering under his gaze, and he smirks while leaning forward in his seat. your eyes distractedly widen at the way he crosses his large arms over the table, straining against the tight fabric of his shirt. "keep talking, baby, i'm listening..." he murmurs, but you don't ever doubt that.

dating keegan p. russ means getting sparse calls from him when he's away on deployment. "kee, is that you?" you whisper hopefully. "yeah, kid, it's me," comes his grainy reply. your shoulders tense at how tired he sounds. you don't realize you've fallen silent until he says, "c'mon, talk to me..." and you giggle a bit, causing him to smile on the other side of the phone. "i miss you," you tell him in that sweet tone he likes to hear. "mm, i know," he says gently. "tell me what you're wearing." you roll your eyes, teasing, "nothing" but he can hear the lie in your laughter. "yeah, yeah, stay out of trouble...just a little while longer," he tells you, and then he pauses. his voice sounds an octave lower when he whispers, "i love you, you know that?" you nod even though he can't see it. "i know, kee." he shakes his head. "gotta hear you say it back..." so you take a deep breath and smile as if he's right in front of you. "i love you, keegan."

dating keegan p. russ means having his noises all to yourself. he's not very vocal in group or social settings, but he's loud and shameless in your ear during sex, his sweaty body sliding against yours with dirty words you couldn't imagine him saying if you didn't know him any better. "ohh, fuck, just like that, yeah..." he groans, grabbing your hips to move them over his cock. you moan and clench around him, bouncing harder at the rough hand that slaps your ass before soothing over the reddened skin. "fuck," he grunts again, followed by a surge of heavy pants you feel in the crook of your neck. "oh, god, i'm gonna cum..." he rasps, his hands holding your waist with a bruising pressure as you squirm to the way his hips thrust up into you, rough and only sloppy when he's this close. "gonna cum in this tight, pretty pussy," he mutters, lifting his head to press your foreheads together, your lips parted and resting against each other, sharing the same breathy moans. "yeah..." he whispers to you, "that's it..." you gasp when his release spreads through your thighs like a bullet, and he kisses you to muffle his low, throaty groan, falling back on the bed with your writhing body covering his.

dating keegan p. russ means the only time he talks more than you is when you're going down on him. he fucks your smart mouth every time your attitude resurfaces, fisting your hair to push your head down on his cock, his vision dotting with stars as you clench and gag around him. his hips thrust into your mouth, and you feel him hit the back of the throat through a deep groan. "tired of you talkin' back to me," he scorns, "look at you, drooling around my cock—can't even take it, huh, kid?" he tilts his head down at you with mocking sympathy, his thrusts getting more relentless as you desperately try to keep up, licking your tongue along his length before swirling the bud. he throws his head back a bit at the sensitivity, baring the tight column of his throat to your hungry gaze. "fuck, there we go..." he breathes, his hand smoothing down your head, "thereeee we go...uh-huh...fuck..."

dating keegan p. russ means trying to act normal when you're out together, and his already low social battery has depleted, replaced by an impatience to get home and get you out of your skimpy little outfit. he's slick as he reaches under your skirt to squeeze your ass, playing with the thin string of your thong. you jolt, and he pulls you into his chest, leaning down to whisper, "better say your goodbyes early, yeah?" you whimper under your breath, feeling his fingers trace the curve of your ass forward, to the warm, wet heat between your thighs. "keegan..." you mutter cautiously, but he's silent, his stare loud and clear with what he wants.

dating keegan p. russ means craving to know what's going on inside that damn head of his. he keeps a lot of his thoughts to himself, and you see them weighing behind his gaze during your most intimate moments, lying together in bed with your hand caressing through his hair. he spaces out while you stare at him tenderly, whispering, "you okay?" his eyes flick toward you before they cast away again. he exhales deeply and wraps his arms around you, breathing you in as he presses his whole weight on you like a blanket. "yeah, baby, i'm okay." he kisses your temple and buries his face in your chest. "you know you can tell me anything, right?" you tell him quietly, lightly scratching the back of his head. he nods, because he does know that, but he often chooses not to. in the line of his work, he prefers to hide the ugliest truths, the horrors he doesn't want to stain your innocence with. he sees you trying to get through his walls, and you hear him breathe you in softly, inhaling the safest part of his life like you're his air.

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commitment issues keegan x fem reader

summary: you're looking to keep things casual, but keegan wants something serious with you warnings: sexual content + age gap/daddy kink a/n: eeek hiiii so i don't usually write for cod and have always been a humble spectator of this fandom's beautiful work but i NEEDDD a place to be gross and crazy for keegan 😭 can't be silent anymore...welcome to my side blog ig!!

your body is limp and sore, sprawled out on your bed as keegan leans over you. you blink up at him through a sleepy whimper, squirming as his hips thrust forward slowly, his sculpted, tattooed arms braced around your head like a cage. your pussy clenches around the hard length of his cock with a wet and warm squeeze, still pulsing from the orgasms that have yet to fully subside. you've reached a point past fucking, just breathing each other in as your bodies intersect like puzzle pieces.

keegan hangs his head and groans softly. the sound releases right into your ear, and you shudder at the ticklish brush of his lips against your skin. your voice is breathy when you moan, "keegan..." and his hips jerk in response to his name dripping off your tongue. you gasp as he hits you deeper, clutching his broad shoulders tight enough for him to feel your nails sink into his skin. he grunts at the stinging pain, but his back is already scratched up from the hours you've spent in bed today, insatiably hungry after the months you've been waiting for him.

"kee, i'm sore," you whine, "it hurts..."

he kisses your jawline before burying his face in the crook of your neck. "mhm, i know..." he murmurs, his mouth latching onto your sweet spot in a wet, open-mouthed kiss. you moan and tilt your head to the side, giving him more access to kiss down your throat, even though there's barely any more room to leave a mark. "i'll be gentle, baby, i promise..."

you sigh and thread your fingers through his black hair, trying to smooth the mess back down from all your tugging. keegan never wastes time from the moment he comes back from deployment, almost immediately showing up at your place to make up for the lost time. he's tried to take you out on dates, but he's found that you answer best to the shameless, late-night calls that result in your bodies tangled together under your bedsheets. and if that's the only way he can have you...

"you doin' anything tomorrow?" keegan brings up in a husky tone.

surprised, your eyes flutter open. keegan isn't much of a conversationalist, and sex is the last setting you'll hear him try to change that.

you laugh softly. "could be doing you, if you're free."

keegan lets out a quiet chuckle as well. there's something about your young, bubbly nature that lightens the hard, gritty years beating down his time. you bring out a different side of him, a side he's come to like. a side he wants you to have outside of the bedroom, too. he's yours to keep, and that's a decision he made a long time ago.

"you're trouble, kid." he hums under his breath, tracing his nose down the side of your face in an affectionate nuzzle. "just one dinner. on me."

you've been through this with him before. your shoulders tense under him as you sigh, "kee..." and he shakes his head, already knowing what you're going to say.

"aw, don't give me that." he presses your foreheads together, staring down at you with a storm raging behind his sharp blue eyes. they seem to glow in the dark, but you're not afraid of him. "you really hate my guts, huh?" he mutters, his lips ghosting over yours.

"it's not that..." you whisper.

he closes his eyes. "then what?" he tilts his head a bit, so close to kissing you but not giving in just yet. your noses touch as he teases, "too old for you? hmm?"

you shake your head. "mm-mm."

"yeah, i thought so..." he murmurs arrogantly, "you like being daddy's little girl...yeah you do..." you cry out as his hips roll against yours, stretching you out so wide that you're stuffed full of him. he grabs your jaw, forcing you to look at him. "what's it gonna take?"

"kee, i can't." your eyebrows are scrunched together in the sad, desperate pout he eats up every time he sees it. he rocks against you slowly, quiet as he thinks about what to say. you fill the silence first, continuing, "i can't give you what you want."

your pussy clenches around him in frustration when he pauses mid-thrust.

"i want you. you can't give me that?"

"you have me." you caress the side of his face, swiping your gentle, soft fingers over the lines that trail into his past.

"god, you're killing me, baby…" he slants his mouth over yours, prying your lips open with a deep groan that rumbles through your body. his tongue swirls around yours in a slow, dirty motion, and he kisses you hungrily, nibbling on your bottom lip every time he draws away just to go back in harder. you moan against his mouth and buck your hips, trying to fuck yourself on his cock like a needy little slut.

he grunts as your walls suck him in, begging him to get closer, harder, but he's already there. it's your heart he wants access to, and he just barely gets a taste when he pushes you to another orgasm, his chest dropping down to yours to feel your pulse rattle under your skin. you arch your back and moan into his ear, shaking all over, sensitive as he finishes himself off with a few sloppy strokes between your hips. you hold him in your arms, catching your breath to avoid the elephant still hanging in the room.

keegan doesn't say anything as he cleans up the mess trickling down your legs. he's always good about taking care of you. you know he'd treat you well, not like the other guys your age who don't know jack shit about women. you trust him to handle you carefully despite the rough scars that make his hands look like weapons. he looks unfeeling, but there's nothing cold about the way he settles you back into his arms, his chest warm and safe.

"kee..." you mumble, a little guilty. "i'm sorry, i just—"

"shhh." he kisses your temple. your body disappears into his as he holds you, gingerly rubbing your thighs to ease the pain. "don't worry about it. you let me know when you're ready, okay?"

"i..." you swallow hard. "i don't want to hold you back."

he reads what you're trying to say without actually saying it. his arms tighten around you, and his voice is cautiously low in your ear. "i'm not goin' anywhere, kid. you hear me?"

you turn around to face him, cupping his cheek with a soft, round gaze that melts him to putty. you kiss him and let your lips linger close even as you pull back just slightly.

"i hear you, kee."

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