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One-shots:

You switch the dynamic between yourself and Simon.

You're reunited with Ghost.

You're afraid of the dark.

Simon gets jealous.

Simon is enamoured with you.

Simon returns after a mission.

Simon's rough with you.

You're a gifted specialist.

Your Lieutenant confesses his feelings.

Simon learns you're a virgin.

Your Lieutenant reprimands you with unorthodox methods.

Ghost stumbles upon you, after-hours, during a breakdown.

You're stuck in a safe-house with Ghost.

Bodyguard AU - Simon is assigned as your personal protection.

Simon's the first to please you.

A months-long assignment lands you in isolation with Ghost.

Western AU - You have a run-in with notorious outlaw, Ghost.

Multi-Part:

A sweet goodbye turns sour.

Two

Ghost shows gratitude for your help with his injury.

Two

You have an unexpected request for Simon.

Two

Series:

“Alone”

You get to know Johnny's friend, Simon.

One

Two

Three

Four

“Drive”

Your relationship with your Lieutenant changes, drastically.

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Six

Seven

One-shots:

Your feelings for your friend turn into something more.

One-shots:

Tension between yourself and Keegan comes to a boiling point post-mission.

Medieval AU - Your husband and yourself have an argument.

[mykneesstillhurt]

Whiskey

I haven't written in over a year, locked myself out of my old account and need to start from scratch lmfao. Enjoy x

Joel Miller x AFAB!reader

Warnings - 18+, MDNI, explicit smut

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Joel slammed the door shut, pulling a heavy oak bookcase in front of it barricading you both inside the dingy room. Backing away from the make shift barrier he placed himself in between it and you, chest heaving. The old delapedated library was covered in moss, vines spun themselves around fragile columns as the orange glow of the sunset threatened to burst through the somewhat boarded up windows. Dusty books still stood to attention on abandoned shelves, unspoken words forgotten long ago, stories yearning to be read once more.

Hunched over on your knees you desperately tried to catch your breath, yet oxygen failed to penetrate your lungs. The air was heavy with dust, disturbed from it's eternal slumber by your hasty entrance. Joel stood still, a commanding arm stretched out, urging you to keep still. You weren't usually one for following orders, especially from Joel Miller, but you relented given the circumstances.

The sound of clickers permeated the rotting walls, their hoarse screeches and moans still sent a chill down your spine even 10 years after the outbreak. Their uneven footsteps staggered past the room you managed to crowbar yourselves into. You both waited with bated breath, lungs paralysed and seized from fear, or sprinting or both. The floorboards outside the door creaked as a clicker came to a halt. Joel remained statue like, surveying the door like a hawk, looking for any possible movement, for any possibility of your demise.

Slowly you reached for your pistol and cocked it, the seemingly insignificant click of the hammer caused Joel to whip his head around. His eyes bore into you as he shook his head. You stood determined, brows furrowed as you dared him to challenge you. He shook his head slowly, with purpose, never once breaking his firm gaze. The clicker outside the door still ever present meant very little to you now you had Joel's attention. A silent power struggle filled the empty space between you. Joel wanting to stay silent and let them pass, but you, never one to back down from a fight wanted to take them head on.

With each shriek of a clicker, each one different in their own subtle way, Joel raised a finger each time a new strained gargle was heard.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Five clickers.

Fuck.

You were a good shot, but not that good. Knowing you had very minimal ammunition left you eased off the hammer, placing the pistol back in it's battered holster. Joel visibly relaxed, his attention once more on the door. He didn't have the energy to fight five clickers and you. Though he'd pick the clickers in a heartbeat.

Slowly but surely the clicker decided it wasn't interested in the prey that hid just out of sight. The floorboards creaked once more as it moved on, drawn to the sound of gunfire. You were originally running from marauders but ended up disturbing infected in the process. It must have been their gunfire in the distance, luring the infected like a virus in a lullaby.

Once you were sure you were finally alone you threw yourself onto one of the Chesterfield chairs. The deep emerald colour once bold and vibrant now a distant memory. Dust and cobwebs littered the edges, the musty damp aroma once silent now disturbed by your presence. Sighing you rubbed your temples, you'd really had enough of this shit. You were 20 when the outbreak started, 20 and care free, doing a university degree in Sport Psychology and getting drunk with your friends. Pushing 31 now your body ached, your muscles tender, burning and screaming at you to rest. This life was absolutely not what you had in mind back then.

Shifting in the chair a sigh escaped your lips, distant gunfire ricocheted against the long abandoned buildings as the small library room fell into a deafening silence. 'I can feel you looking Joel' you sighed, 'what?'

'You're outta your goddamned mind pulling shit like that.'

'Like what?' you snapped, eyes still firmly shut.

'I knew you were crazy, but didn't realize you were damn near suicidal. What, you were gonna take on five clickers and drag me into it?'

'I didn't realise there were five of them Joel, Jesus christ.'

'Yeah cause you don't think, you get yourself in shit loads of trouble and expect to be saved. Can't believe I got stuck with you' he spat.

Your eyes flew open, jaw clenched as you stared up at him, 'you're not exactly my first choice either Miller, but here we fuckin are.' Rooting around in your bag you pulled out a nearly empty bottle of Whiskey. The amber liquid glistened in the setting sun as you twisted the top off, taking a long swig. 'You can't be serious' Joel scoffed.

'You know damn well we ain't making our way back to Jackson tonight. Excuse me if I wanna take the edge off and block out your annoying ass voice.'

Rolling his eyes he let out an exasperated laugh, 'Lets just get through tonight and get back to Jackson and we can finally be rid of each other. Sound good?'

'Peachy' you smiled, sarcasm oozing from your lips as you took a swig.

Time seemed to drag in this makeshift prison, silence fell outside aside from the occasional owl calling out amongst the abyss. The moon illuminated the room with its muted glow, shadows danced along the walls as you sipped at your Whiskey. The golden liquid stung your throat as you swallowed causing you to grimace. 'You gonna share that?' Joel's gruff voice sliced through the silence, making you jump. 'Why the fuck would I do that?'

'Well you clearly can't handle it' he scoffed, running a hand through his greying hair.

'Like fuck I can't' you seethed, offended he'd even suggest you couldn't handle your liquor.

With one strained gulp you swallowed the minimal amounts of Whiskey left, keeping your eyes firmly on Joel. He watched as your throat bobbed, a few stray golden beads dripped from your chin onto your neck, over your collar bone and down your glistening skin into your shirt. Your tilted chin accentuated your jawline and your neck, your delicate fucking neck. He felt a strain in his jeans, a deep ache slowly made itself known.

Releasing the bottle from your lips with a pop you smirked at him, 'oops.'

'Unbelievable' he sighed shaking his head. Shrugging you sat back in the chair, it creaking beneath your shifting weight. Feeling somewhat proud of yourself you ran the bottle neck through your fingers, thinking about how the hell you were going to get through the rest of the night. You could sleep, but you were too on edge to allow yourself too. In a different part of town, unfamiliar noises and in an unexplored building? No, sleep wasn't going to happen tonight.

'You done being an insufferable ass?' he asked, arms crossed, disdain written across his face. 'Shut up Miller, just because I had the foresight to bring a pick me up and you didn't. I don't need to share shit with you.'

'Its gonna be a long fucking night with that attitude sweetheart,' his tone was beyond condescending. Your hand twitched, if there was one name you despised being called, it was sweetheart. Anytime a man had said it to you they were being patronising, it ignited a fire fueled hatred inside you. One you were struggling to contain after being forced on this patrol with him.

'Dont fucking call me that' you hissed, the bottle neck now clenched in-between your rigid fingers. 'Why not?' he challenged, a small grin tugging at his lips. 'I mean it Miller, don't.' He shrugged, turning his back on you to look in his backpack 'whatever you say sweetheart.' You could feel him smirking with his back turned, you saw red, your body boiled and your muscles took on a mind of their own. With all the strength you could muster you threw the glass bottle square at his head.

It missed by millimeters, colliding with the decaying wall and smashing into jagged pieces. You'd never seen Joel move so fast, within a blink he charged across the room. Eyes black with rage, not anger, rage. He simultaneously grabbed your jaw and back of your head, throwing you backwards into the wall.

A deep thud emulated from your chest, causing you to grunt. Lowering his face mere inches from yours his breath teased your lips, 'dont ever fucking do that again, y'hear me?' His voice was a strained whisper, you could tell he wanted to shout, but you'd potentially already alerted someone or something to you're presence.

He'd never been this close to you before, you actively avoided each other. Clash of personalities is what everyone in Jackson said. Looking up at him you could see the small details on his skin, his beard starting to turn grey, a scar across the bridge of his nose, a small cluster of freckles on his forehead, and his smell. Fuck, his smell. A mixture of sweat and his natural scent, a perfect balance in such an unbalanced world.

His calloused hand gripped the back of your neck, keeping you firmly in place. 'You fuckin hear me?' he demanded, seemingly getting closer to you. The heat from his body radiated through your clothes, piercing your skin. 'Yes' you murmured, your voice seemingly lost in your throat. He lowered his face again, his lips practically caressing your cheek, 'what was that? I didn't quite hear you.' Your breath hitched in your chest, all vocabulary apparently mislaid in the pits of your mind. 'Fuck ... Yes Joel' you managed to say eventually.

Your chest was heaving, your heart completely out of rhythm slamming itself against your rib cage. The space between you was miniscule, it felt heavy, suffocating. 'Had about enough of your blatant disrespect sweetheart' he mocked, his voice thick and dripping with menace. Instead of feeling irate, you found your thighs clenching, mouth dry, breath wholly disappated. He noticed too.

Fuck.

Pulling back from your cheek he regarded you silently, his eyes slowly worked their way down from your furrowed brow to your glassy eyes, down to your parted lips and into your neck, your artery threatening to burst through your delicate skin. He watched as your chest heaved, breasts pushed against the distressed button down shirt.

You gulped.

His presence was over bearing, you'd gone from ignoring one another to being in such a forced proximity, and you didn't like what it was doing to you. Feeling suffocated by him you tried to move your head, but he pulled you right back, forcing you to take him in. You tried again. But he tightened his grip. Instead you tried pushing him away, but he was solid, towering over you, built like a fucking boulder.

You pushed again, and again, but he stood firm. 'Joel' you said firmly, panic somewhat beginning to set in. This time you used a fist, slamming it into his chest, his stomach, his waist, but the fucker didn't budge. He just started you down, watching as you desperately tried to escape his grasp. Writhing beneath him you tried in vain, you needed space to breathe, to just get away from where this was maybe going. It's not that you weren't intrigued as to what would happen, but with Joel?

Really?

Standing silently he absorbed every hit, every attack, soaking them up like it was nothing. You'd heard stories about how dangerous he was, a calculated killer, fast, silent, deadly. Had seen it a few times on patrol too, but you weren't paired together often.

With a swift motion he grabbed both your wrists pinning them above your head. 'Stop hittin me' he ordered, his gruff Texan accent winding it's way into your ears. 'Then stop giving me a reason too' you huffed. He slowly unwound his hand from the back of your neck, instead running it along your jaw, allowing his thumb to caress your bottom lip. Pulling on your jaw you allowed it to go slack, letting him graze it along the tip of your tongue.

He watched your mouth intently. Curiously. His thumb was rough, a stark contrast to the softness of your tongue, your lips, your skin. You dropped your eyes, now noticing his laboured breathing. He was initiating it, and you wanted him to.

Testing him you enclosed your mouth around his thumb, sucking and nipping gently. A sound, almost akin to a whimper fell from his lips. A breathy desperate whimper.

Time seemed to warp around you, his breaths slow and purposeful, in direct contrast to your pulsating heart which threatened to implode with every beat.

His eyes were fixed on your lips as they encased his thumb, his pupils were nothing but a black mass amongst a glimmer of hazel. He seemed to study the lower half of your face, his eyes pouring over every crevice, every line, every imperfection. His nostrils flared as he attempted to keep himself steady as your tongue swlired of the pad of his thumb.

With a satisfying pop you finally released him. The air between you thickened, stepping forward he closed the gap even further. Your body was alight with excitement and nervousness as you felt yourself become flushed. Heat flooded through your veins as he lowered his head, hesitantly moving his lips closer.

He searched your face for any slight notion of rejection. But he'd never find it. He may have pissed you off, and your personalities may have clashed, on more than one occasion. But you were able to at least admit to yourself that Joel Miller was fucking gorgeous.

And you were going to take full advantage.

Leaning in he hesitated again, but only slightly. Dropping your eyes to his lips you silently begged him to kiss you, giving him the permission he was desperately searching for.

Joel closed the gap between you, the air now dripping with silent want. But instead of kissing your lips he placed a tender kiss on your neck. Finally feeling his skin on yours a pathetic groan burst from your chest. He smirked against the nape of your neck, his gruff beard staining everything in its wake.

He worked his way towards your collar bone, each kiss burning it's way through every layer of skin. Placing his one hand back within the hair at the base of your skull he held you in place, his other now having released your arms, encased around your hip. Gripping it. Claiming it.

Slowly he worked his way back the way he came, kissing and nipping at you until he reached your ear. Giving in you finally allowed yourself to touch him, properly this time, both hands firmly placed on his chest in a feined effort to ground yourself.

Feeling increasingly frustrated and impatient you cupped his face, forcing him to look at you. He was so close now. Every detail of his face now burnt into the core of your mind.

The kiss that followed was a frenzy of lips, teeth and ravenous hands with an insatiable appetite. You explored his body, teasing the skin that just peaked out below the hem of his shirt. Warm, soft and so fucking inviting. Pulling him in by his belt you were desperate to be entirely consumed by every fibre of his being. Your bodies morphed together, but it still wasn't close enough.

Breaking the kiss he stifled a laugh as he slid his hand under the waist band of your khaki cargo trousers. Straight to your dripping core. 'Oh, sweetheart ...' he growled, 'I fucking knew it.' You squirmed beneath him, you didn't know if it was the fact you hadn't been touched like this in years, the Whiskey, that it was him touching you, him calling you that name? But god, did it feel fucking good.

Your head was swimming, veins overdosing with adrenaline at his mere touch. It all felt too much, you tried to push him away, not because you didn't want it, but because of how much you really did want it.

Your hips writhed beneath him, your chest felt tight as you forced oxygen into your lungs, gasping and moaning at his skilled fingers. Holding your jaw he forced you to look at him, a sly smirk crept along his lips 'shhhh, shhh, I'm in control ' he whispered.

You relented.

He worked his fingers against your desperate cunt, as you dug your nails into his forearms you desperately tried to keep your moans to a strained choke. 'Thats it darlin, just like that' he cooed as he watched you intently, making note of every twitch of your lips, every gasp, every jerk of your body against his.

Placing his forehead against yours he inhaled every sound, every breath. 'Look at me' he ordered, snapping your eyes open you met his gaze. 'Tell me when you're close' he asked, voice strained with want. You nodded, knowing you were already on the precipice.

With a few more stroked of his fingers you let out a strangled moan, desperately trying to keep quiet. This was the stupidest thing you'd ever done, and you'd done some stupid shit. But the risk of literal death? Christ it was such a turn on.

'Now?' he asked, dragging his thumb along your bitten bottom lip. 'Uh huh' you gasped, voice cracking at the back of your throat. With one swift precise motion he spun you round, pushing your chest into the stained wall. As you laid your cheek against the cool surface he made quick work of your trousers, yanking them to your knees. His belt buckled rattled behind you and before your mind even had chance to catch up, he pressed himself into your soaked pussy.

Slow but firmly he allowed you to stretch to his size. 'Atta girl, you can take it ... Fuck.' His breath fanned over your lower back, the sting from his cock was welcome, it had been ages since you'd been with someone. He filled you up, pressing himself against your ass. You accidently let out a loud moan, it felt so fucking good how could you not?

Pulling you close to his chest he placed a hand over your mouth. Smothering your desperate, pathetic pleas. 'Shh shh shh' he soothed, 'I know, I know.' And god did he. Joel may have struggled with your attitude but hed be a filthy liar if he said that he hadn't thought of having you in this position. Putty in his hands, doing everything he wanted you to do.

Joel was absolutely in control.

Once he allowed you to get comfortable with his size he began moving. Slow, languid strokes with his aching cock, feeling every inch of you. Your hums vibrated along his hand, each a testament to how full he made you feel. He kept his rhythm slow and purposeful, he wanted ... no, needed to enjoy this, to savour it. To have every tremble of your sensitive pussy ingrained into his memory.

It felt incredible to have someone touch you like this again, his huge hand wrapped around the lower half of your face, the other tightly wrapped around your hips. Keeping him welded to you. You had nowhere to go. You kept your eyes screwed shut, relishing in the pleasureable sensations that now permeated your very soul.

'I ain't gonna last long sweetheart' he choked, his voice cracking from the building pressure deep within him. Taking one of your hands in his, he slowly guided it towards your aching clit. 'Use my fingers' he whispered, 'show me what chu like.'

You moved his fingers in time with yours, applying gentle pressure where you needed it most. Soft groans and whimpers mixed with the soft slap of skin on skin. Each thrust brought you both closer to the edge, you felt your muscles tighten as the long forgotten feeling of a orgasm built. Reaching behind you, you wove your fingers in his soft but sweaty hair, pulling gently. A surprised moan slipped through his gritted teeth, his breath warm on your clammy neck.

With a final thrust you came undone around him as you pushed his hand further into your face, a desperate attempt to muffle your moans. Your legs shook as the wave of pleasure rushed over your body. Forgotten corners of your body now alight with pure ecstasy. You kept your hand wound tightly in his hair as you rode your your high, moving your hips rhythmicly against his.

Pulling out he slid his throbbing cock between your closed thighs, you let out a disappointed sigh. 'Cant risk it darlin' he mutterd through gritted teeth, and you knew he was right, but you did always love the feeling of being filled.

Feeling his hips begin to buckle you knew he was close. You pulled his hand away from your mouth as you looked up at him, head resting on his curly chest. 'Do it Joel, cum for me, cum in between these thighs, let me feel you' you whispered, tone shifting between demanding and sultry.

Screwing his eyes shut he allowed himself to succumb to his climax, brows furrowed, jaw slack. Biting your lip you tapped his face 'eyes on me Joel ... eyes on me.' Without hesitation he pressed his lips against yours, his own attempt to muffle his groans as he released himself. Thick ropes of cum lined your thighs, your underwear, even the wall.

As he slowly came down from his high the kiss turned tender, his tongue exploring yours as he grew small circles on your hip with his thumb. You stood there, entwined together, hearts beating, feeling more alive than you had in years.

Pulling away, he smiled, a genuine warm smile. The moon light illuminating his face just enough to catch it. 'I saw that' you quipped, catching yourself feeling something other than annoyance towards him. 'What?'

'That smile. You were smiling at me Miller!' you laughed, 'I knew you weren't so tough.'

'Mmmm' he hummed, 'and I knew I could fuck that attitude outta you.'

'Fuck you' you smiled, hitting the side of his head.

Releasing you, he pulled up your trousers and kissed the tip of your shoulder before he sat on one of the leather sofas, beckoning you to join him. 'Cmon, you take the first two hours. I'll wake you when it's my turn. Long walk back to Jackson in a few hours.'

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Thanks for reading ❤️

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[strlingsav]

i'm a bit rusty my friends, pls bear with me while I try to remember how to write good things

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i wish I was Canadian girl. i wiold watch trailer park boys and eat kraft dinner. i would smoke weed and visit tim hortons. i would hunt moose and fight off grizzly bear

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Die to Live

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SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY

CALL OF DUTY: MODERN WARFARE III [2023]

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Kyle "Gaz" Garrick (2/?)

[mykneesstillhurt]

My original page is here -> @mykneeshurt

I got a new phone and got locked out lmfao

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RIP to @mykneeshurt

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Obey

- Keegan P. Russ x Female!Reader

- (Medieval AU) Your husband and yourself have an argument.

Requested: @mykneeshurt forgive me it's taken so long but pls enjoy ❤️ trigger warning Keegan is an asshole lol

Explicit sexual content warning- read at your own risk. *DUBCON*

Sparing a glance over your shoulder, your eyes caught his figure. You couldn't tell if it was dread or excitement that flooded your body, but the warmth of his presence was practically suffocating you even while you were steps ahead.

Your patience had peaked; you tried to appreciate the sacrifices he made, the sacrifices of his position. Keegan was the King's most trusted Knight, but his attention to you and your marriage strayed during the conflict of war. Rather than the loving, forward-thinking man you'd married, he'd quickly turned into a rigid soldier with no regard for your feelings.

The last few months were filled with nothing but a cold bed, passing touches of mere necessity that left you feeling emptier than your bedchamber. His words were curt and hollow. You'd already suffered through his years of service to the King; though now you'd reached your limit.

Flickering torches illuminated the hall, allowing him to keep on your tail as you wrenched open your chamber doors and attempted to slam them behind you. Keegan's hand caught the oak door before it could shut, pushing past your weak force.

He was pursuing you; unlike him in the last few months, but he'd finally had enough of your snide remarks and sour attitude. Your lack of appreciation for the gruelling and life-threatening work he did, and the comfortable life it afforded, had tipped him over the edge.

"You're following me," You announced, displeased, as he closed the doors behind him.

His face remained stoic; he could recognize the neglect you felt. His time was most always spent with the King and his advisors; he hardly had time to eat, let alone give his wife the attention she wanted. Though he wanted to remedy it, he had grown tired of your flippant regard for his oath to his country- and his King.

He said your name, boldly, as if it was obvious. "You're running from me," He said, moving himself into your personal space.

Your hackles raised along your spine, hair standing on its end as he stepped closer. Your stomach twisted itself, nerves shooting flutters of adrenaline through your body. You didn't want to appear frightened- you couldn't ever believe he'd raise a hand to you- but you'd lost sight of who he truly was.

It was an unusual combination of arousal and fear- not for your safety but for the words to come out of his mouth. His demeanour had changed since your country had descended into war, it made him colder than usual.

"For good reason," You replied, holding your ground as he neared. "For many good reasons. None of which seem to be enough to force you to care."

"I don't answer to you," He replied. "I am bound to my duty."

"I thought you'd also bound yourself to me," You snapped. "Suppose I'm just good enough to warm your bed- though that hasn't happened in months."

The hearth illuminating the room glowed across his face; a scowl drenched in apathy.

"Is that what you think?" He asked. It sounded genuine, though he knew what your answer would be. "I have been fighting in carnage for our King, our country, and your concern is our marriage?"

He stepped toward you again, forcing your back against the wall. A chill forced you to flinch as he leaned in, a hand against the wall to allow himself as close to you as possible without touching you.

Your jaw clenched. The cool stone wall brought goosebumps over your skin, though watching his eyes rake up and down your body left you feeling warm. Your mind was at odds, conflicting feelings leaving you filled with a sense of sorrow opposing your arousal.

"I beg your forgiveness for wanting my husband to behave as such." Sarcasm dripped from your mouth. "I am not one of your soldiers."

"You want me to behave as your husband?" His question was rhetorical, and it made your stomach turn when his spiteful tone hit you.

He began removing the baldric from his waist, letting it clatter against the floor. Your brows furrowed, confusion filling your face. He roughly turned you against the wall, your cheek pressed against it as his hand suddenly gathered your skirts above your backside.

Your brows furrowed with disapproval, you struggled against his full body weight trapping you. "Stop," You spat. "Keegan-"

Anger aside, his sudden course of action made your stomach flutter. Instead of panic, you felt yearning, anticipation.

"This is what you wanted," His lips brushed your ear, chest warm against your back. "What you've been so desperate for. You want to bear me a child? I'll give it to you."

You breathed in deeply, trying your best to fight your body's traitorous reaction to feeling him against you again; his hands on you, his deep voice vibrating against your back and through your chest. Your eyes shut momentarily as you concentrated- attempting to let go of all arousal and speak with conviction.

"Get off of me- let me go," You breathed out, trying to remain rigid against him.

He felt a familiarity of burning desire in his gut; he recognized the arousal in your eyes. Though his frustration reached its end, he couldn't help but remember the way you feel, sound. It nearly made him shiver. He'd forgotten you and himself in his oath to the King.

"Your cunt says otherwise," He mocked you, as his hand slid beneath your undergarments, fingers moving gently to slide between your folds. He gathered the slickness of arousal on his fingertips, teasing your clit slowly.

You whimpered softly, lips pressed together to muffle any and all sounds of pleasure. You didn't want to give him the satisfaction. He pressed himself against you, lips hovering over the skin of your neck.

"So starved for attention, you're dripping," He whispered. "How badly do you want my cock?"

"You're a prick," You spat. "Is this what you want?" You said, stiffening in his grasp, hands clasped in fists against the wall, pushing back. "To take me against my will?"

"You like when I touch you this way, I remember," He breathed against your cheek, nearly panting with desire. "And you and I both know I couldn't force you."

He was breathing heavily as he placed soft lips against your neck, his hands ruffling your skirts up your hips again.

Your head fell forward against the stone wall when his finger slid inside you, gently at first, allowing you to enjoy them curving inside you. It had been so long- feeling so empty and pent-up like you could burst at the first sign of pleasure. His thumb played at your clit, soft strokes that matched that of his fingers, drenching them with arousal.

"Were you not so wet already, I'd be inclined to punish you- rightly so, sweetheart," He moved to speak into your ear.

You shuddered at his vague threat, though you'd be lying if you denied that it sent a warmth to your womb, a pulsating void of need.

"Keegan," You whispered.

"Spread your legs," He ordered, a calloused hand gliding along the softness of your ass, gripping your skirts in his hand.

His hand moved to lift your thigh, the head of his cock barely penetration your pussy before he spoke again.

"Beg me," He ordered. "Beg me to take you right here, just the way you deserve."

You nearly whimpered, nearly crumbled in his grasp. Instead, you inhaled sharply and did as he asked, moaning softly as he relieved your suffering and plunged inside you.

He let out a loan grown once he was buried to the hilt- warmth and softness, slick with arousal. He placed a hand under your thigh, fondling the soft muscle of your ass, and the other on the wall, reaching your neck with his lips.

The smoothness of his mouth on your neck made your knees quiver, and his hand lifting your thigh to allow his cock deeper inside you left you speechless. Goosebumps erupted over your skin, and his free hand moved to pull your gown off your shoulders, groping at your breasts.

You were panting, mouth open in gasps as his cock glided in and out of you, poignant thrusts and groans of exertion from him.

"You like being fucked like a whore, don't you?" He said between heavy breaths. His hand reached your throat, squeezing softly with calloused hands.

Your head turned, mouth agape in a a moan, and he caught your lips with his. His tongue slid against yours, warm and comforting; it both deeply saddened and aroused you. You squeaked out a whine, especially as his hand pressed against the back of your head, pinning your cheek on the wall.

You barely made out his name, as he groaned to himself with satisfaction; his free hand gripped your arm, bending and moulding you into a position that allowed him to penetrate even deeper. You gasped- your breath was warm against your face, almost too much with the heat between your bodies and the fabric still covering your body.

"Please-" You whispered, hardly coherent amongst moans and heavy pants.

A series of short groans left your lips before he removed himself from against you, the sudden loss of being so full and satisfied made you grunt.

"Undress yourself."

It wasn't a request; you knew better. He missed all of you. He wanted to watch your face while he slid in and out of you, when his thumb would graze your sensitive clit. He wanted to feel your skin and hold you closer. He hadn't entirely realized how much he'd missed being so close to you.

His hands stripped the work shirt from his chest while yours unlaced your bodice. You worked your skirts down your hips, hardly stepping out of them before he pulled you to his lap, taking a seat on the ornate ottoman at the foot of your bed.

His calloused hands gripped your waist as you reached for his shoulders, eyes staring into his. He pulled you forward, moving his cock to your entrance before helping you ease onto it. He shut his eyes briefly, jaw clenching once he was submerged again in your soft, tight walls.

"You feel so goddamn good," He breathed against your chest, voice hoarse. "Christ," He gritted his teeth.

His hands grabbed and pulled at any part they could reach, sweat now glistening on his pectorals, hair sticking to his forehead. He was desperate to get closer, your soft skin was irresistible in his sensitive state, and the smell of your sweat-induced pheromones made his cock even harder.

You drove your hips forward, the underside of your thighs sliding against his lap. You were panting, moans matching the rhythm of your thrusts. His hand dropped to your clit, roughly rubbing circles over it with the lubrication leaking from you.

Your body jerked, fighting the over stimulation yet forced to endure it in his hold. He grinned to himself briefly, a flash of pride at the sight of you unraveling and nearly sobbing for more. His soft lips attached themselves to your neck, breasts, anywhere just to hear the sounds of your moans.

He heard your shallow breaths began to grow more frequent, your hips jerking as you anticipated your climax. Your eyes squeezed shut, whimpering and whining, fingers nearly drawing blood as you dragged them over his back and shoulders.

"That's it, sweetheart," He huffed. "Cum for me- I want to see you let go."

Your eyes nearly rolled back, body shivering and quaking until pure and instant pleasure descended over you, wrapping your womb in warmth. You held him even closer, lifting and dropping yourself on his cock until the pleasure began to subside from the sudden outpour.

His body lifted you, practically slamming you on your back without missing a beat. His hips met yours as he dove deep inside you, nearly pushing the breath from your lungs.

His hand reached for yours with sincerity, and a quiet reminder of affection. He leaned down to press his lips to yours, slow and firm, but gentle as he matched your pace. You exhaled softly through your nose, relishing in the connection between you. He paused, catching a breath within a grunt.

"I'm sorry," He breathed. "Forgive me." He met your gaze.

Your brows furrowed, eyes narrowing at his. Your brain could hardly focus on his words between the grinding of his pelvis against yours and his cock massaging your walls.

You nodded. "I do," You nodded again.

He shuddered, painfully close to his own end, cock throbbing inside you as he inched toward orgasm. He lifted your legs to his hips, white-knuckles holding onto your flesh. You clung to his shoulders, your eyes poring into his.

"I'm-" he hardly finished his sentence before you nodded.

"Please," You whispered, nodding again. A silent agreement, an understanding of what was about to come and what it meant.

Within moments, a few short thrusts between jerks, he released inside you. He grunted harshly, his hips snapping against yours as his cock twitched, warmth pooling inside you.

He breathed out, heavy and almost healing; he collapsed beside you, pulling you against him with a content sigh.

You knew it wouldn't be long before he had to leave again. Before he'd saunter back to stand by the King's side and put his life on the line in defence of his country.

"You're worrying," He said aloud, eyes staring at the wood-carved ceiling above.

"You'll be leaving soon," You said quietly.

"I'll be back, sweetheart. I always will."

You tilted your head to find him staring at you, a finger pushing hair from your eyes. You couldn't be sure if it was the truth or not- so many variables meant even he couldn't be certain. But you decided to believe him, anyway, in the vain hope that he'd one day love you as much as he did his King and country.

[yumethefrostypanda]

Lieutenant Riley

[bluvp]

Task Force 141

[gameplayscenery]

Red Dead Redemption 2 (2018) ↳ 37/?

[shadow0-1]

Gunpoint

[shadow0-1]

Sniper

[thedevillovesflowers]

“Let’s see if you can handle me sweetheart.”

[mykneeshurt]

I absolutely love your Keegan fics.

If you’d be willing, could you write some Jealous Keegan x F reader smut based on this scene from After We Collided.

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTLWxKsTp/

Summer

Keegan x F!reader

Warnings - 18+, minors DNI, explicit smut, jealousy themes

A/N - sorry this took so long! I’ve haven’t written in such a long time so I hope this is everything you wanted ❤️

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‘Hey!’ You laughed, clicking your fingers in Keegans face. Shaking his head gently he offered you a warm smile, acutely aware he’d been caught day dreaming. ‘It’s my round, what do you want?’ He pondered momentarily before settling on a pint of the newest IPA on offer.

He watched as you made your way to the bar, hips swaying with every step. Your baby blue summer dress accentuating every curve, every ripple of your soft skin. As he trailed his eyes up your body, he noticed a hand placed at the small of your back. Flashing his eyes towards the face of the intruder he could see it wasn’t someone he knew.

He felt tense instantly, fists clenched under the table, nails digging into his skin. He noticed his breath hitch in is throat, furious that someone else was touching you. Not that you were his to claim, you weren’t together. He knew you through your brother, he’d known you for years, you were just a friend.

The intruder pressed his lips against your cheek, his hand curling round your hips pulling you closer. Keegan felt his heart implode, acid coursed through his veins as he scrambled to keep in control. His mind raced, visions of the stranger fucking you, his fingertips grazing your skin, pulling at your hips as he buried his cock into you.

Not being able to take it anymore he shot up from his seat, the chair scraping across the wooden floor. It was enough to muster every single persons attention, all eyes fixed on him in that moment. Not that he cared. All but sprinting out the pub he charged his way through the plethora of patrons.

The fresh summers air sucker punched him, forcing the oxygen from his lungs. Sauntering over to his car he placed his hands on the hood, trying to ground himself. Why was he so wound up? Why did he feel so jealous? A flurry of emotions surged within him, unable to make sense of this sudden outburst.

And that’s when you showed up, because of course you did.

‘Keegan?! What’s wrong?’ You panted, pulling strands of hair out of your face. If his head had turned any faster he would have broken his neck. The low summer sun illuminated his steel eyes, full of an emotion you couldn’t quite understand. ‘You fuckin him?’ He snapped. Venom in his words.

Not being one to take anybody’s shit, especially Keegans shit, you squared up to him. He may be a marine, but he didn’t scare you. Not in the slightest.

‘What the fuck did you just say to me?’ You challenged, your eyes meeting his, seething with rage. ‘I said … are you fucking him?’ He closed the gap between the two of you even further, his breath brushing over your lips as he looked down on you. ‘And what on earth does that have to do with you? Of all people’ you spat.

Electricity surged in the air, skin prickling from the intense energy that swarmed between you.

‘So that’s a yes then?’ He said as he chewed his jaw, arms crossed with his biceps bulging from beneath his shirt. ‘No, it’s a mind your fucking business. Where has this even come from?’

Keegan had never acted like this before, he’d been protective of you, but never jealous.

Sighing he pinched the bridge of his nose, a single strand of black hair fell, framing his face. ‘Forget I even said anything’ he muttered under his breath as he turned away from you. ‘No, no, you don’t get to say that after making a scene. Why does this matter to you?’

‘It doesn’t.’

‘Clearly it does’, you said as you repositioned yourself in between him and his car.

Your back pressed against the black door frame, the metal molten from sitting in the sun. He remained silent, staring off into the surrounding fields. ‘I know him from work Keegan, he tries it on with me all the time but I’m not interested. You’d have seen that yourself if you’d had bothered to try and contain yourself. You’re my brother’s friend, not my brother. You don’t get to say who I can and cannot fuck.’

He chewed his jaw again, this time the muscle rippled beneath his skin, his pulse throbbing along his neck. Peering up at him you regarded him closely, wanting to see where this would go. ‘And what if I had fucked him Keegan? What then?’ His gaze deepened, hardened, as he placed his hands either side of your shoulders. Closing you in.

‘Him touching me? His body on top of mine? Kissing me … fucking me so so slowly? What would you do Keegan?’ You smirked at him, watching his face contort as his hands curled into fists. ‘Is that what this is about? You wanna fuck me Keegan?’ Placing your hands on his belt you pulled him slightly, biting your lip as you hummed. ‘You wanna feel me? Taste me?’

Pressing his hips against yours, you could feel his thick cock graze your thigh. He lowered his lips to your ear, his tongue running along his teeth. ‘Get in the fucking car.’

He all but manhandled you onto the back seat as you fell onto your back. Slamming the door shut he turned his attention to you. Your chest heaving as the sun strained to break through the blacked out windows. Pulling you by your hips towards him, he forced his knee in between your thighs causing you to gasp.

You grasped at his shirt pulling his lips to yours, they were unexpectedly soft. The kiss was forceful, with purpose, teeth clashing together as he pushed himself on you. His hands gripped at the flesh of your inner thighs as he coaxed you to grind on him. Deepening the kiss he swiped his tongue along your bottom lip, before nipping it gently.

Rolling your hips you whined into the kiss, the pressure on your clit igniting something primal within you. Breaking the kiss you gasped for air, pulling at his neck as he littered your neck with kisses. He groaned against your skin, fingertips leaving indents in their wake.

‘Tell me to stop’ he whispered, his voice cracking, ‘tell me to fucking stop.’ You dragged your nails along his scalp, unable to find words, instead only strained whispers. His fingers grazed along your lace covered cunt, ‘don’t tell me who I can’t fuck’ you purred, pulling at his belt once more.

In a swift motion he hiked up your dress, finally revealing a delicate white thong. He groaned to himself as he yanked at his belt, the metal the only sound heard in between your shared gasps. Propping yourself on your elbows you watched with curiosity as he freed his cock. Your arousal soaking the fine piece of material.

Spitting into his hand he pulled them to the side as he massaged his thick cock, your eyes wide you were about to protest ‘wait!-‘

When he pressed the tip against your entrance stretching you out in one fluid movement. His head dropped as he stifled a laugh, one of pleasure or disbelief you weren’t sure.

Falling onto your back you squeezed your eyes shut, completely and utterly blissed out. Mouth agape as your desperate pussy welcomed him with open arms. ‘Oh fuck’ he drawled, pushing your hips into the leather seats. He began thrusting at a punishing pace, a man starved, needy. Euphoria is the only way he’d describe finally feeling you around him, finally seeing you beneath him.

His thrusts expelled all oxygen from you, leaving you panting, needing more and more. Choking on your gasps you dug your nails into his skin, feverishly rolling your hips, trying to feel more friction on your aching clit.

Noticing this he slowed his pace, allowing a ribbon of saliva to fall from his lips onto the throbbing bud. ‘Show me’ he hissed as he pulled at your fingers. Needing no more direction you massaged your clit, finally relieving some of the pressure. ‘Atta girl’ he praised, smirking down at you.

He resumed his previous pace, sweat now beginning to form on his brow. Gritting his teeth, watching as his cock slid in and out of your cunt, covered in your arousal. ‘You wish it was him fuckin you? Fuckin this needy little cunt?’

‘I … fuck … no, Keegan please’ you stammered, all coherency and logic completely voiding itself from your mind.

Cupping your jaw he ran his thumb along your bitten lip, he pulled down on it watching as your eyes fluttered closed. You welcomed his thumb into your mouth, sucking softly at the pad. ‘Cum on this cock sweetheart. Come on’ he prompted, words barely audible over the whines exuding from the back of your throat.

Your fingers still worked your clit as he maintained his pace, his mouth slightly agape as he whimpered from the sensation of your pussy around him. He felt you begin to tighten, knowing your climax was building. ‘Cum for me’ he whispered, his thumb still nestled between your lips.

Your muscles tightened as your body shook beneath him, back arched and toes pointed as the explosive release washed over you. ‘Fuck … good girl’ he praised, as his free hand caressed your hip. You led beneath him breathless, completely and utterly satisfied.

‘In me’ you whispered, although it verged on begging. His brow furrowed as he slowed his pace, hitting every crevice of your cunt, your sensitivity heightening every move. ‘Cum in me Keegan’ you stated much more harshly, ordering him almost. ‘Are you on …’

‘Yes, don’t stop’ you whined interrupting him, wrapping your thighs around him, pulling him closer.

Not needing anymore information he pressed both hands around your hips, a single strand of hair fell onto his face framing it perfectly. His jaw fell open as he squeezed his eyes shut, low moans and whimpers filled the space between your two sweat glistening bodies. Feeling him fill you completely, you bit your lip smirking up at him. Biting his lip he dropped his head, chest heaving with every breath.

Humming to himself he finally looked up at you, the orange glow from the sun mixed with the steel blue of his eyes as he took you in. You were glowing. He pressed his forearms each side of your head as he kissed you deeply. ‘I’ve wanted to do that for a very very long time’ he admitted, hovering his lips above yours. ‘Mmm I can tell’ you smiled, ‘wanna know something?’

He nodded.

‘So have I.’