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commitment issues [explicit] keegan sounds [explicit]

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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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